#bledagony

[movedagain-unbearablyindifferent]

@bledagony​

‘  hi .  ’    great start ,  jessica .   she’s unsure if sarah even knows of the supernatural or if she’s going to have to teach her everything after this ,  but she does know that that’s not important right now .   right now ,  she needs to focus on explaining how she’s alive ;  which in reality ,  she’s not too certain either .    ‘  i know it’s crazy .   like  super crazy  that i’m standing here right now ,  and i promise i’m not a ghost or anything .  ’    she wouldn’t blame sarah if she slammed the door in her face .    ‘  i don’t know how it happened ,  but i’m back  ---  and i know i probably should’ve done something sooner ,  or maybe not...  done anything at all ,  but i’m here now .  ’    what good is that gonna do ?   jess takes a deep breath after her quick response ,  frown on her features as she watches her best friend for another reaction .   god ,  this is killing her .

------ It shouldn’t surprise Sarah, really, that her best friend who burned alive on her ceiling was now back from the dead with seemingly no issues.  Just a couple of days ago a priest exploded all over Sarah, after all.  She still smelt blood.  Swallowing, the brunette continued to stare because this was still something else no matter how she tried to rationalize it.  If you looked closely you could see her hands shaking where they were holding onto the door for dear life.  “I, um.....”  She took a step back to make some room.  “You should come in.  Now.”

#( V; SEASON 4. ) #( REPLIES. ) #bledagony #// had to start over with a brand new post because TUMBLR WASN'T LETTING ME REBLOG THE THING #// BUT YES HI HELLO THE GIRLIES ARE BACK AND I'M HERE FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!

[dragonspined]

 if they try, hard, they can remember their grandmother’s lecture to the group of dragonets about never turning fire on each other.  dragons were too intelligent to fight each other physically.  too powerful to go straight to killing when talking was an option.  devani had tried talking.  ikeida had tried talking and the civil war went on.  dragons, unicorns, beasts of all kinds were still slaughtered regardless of any attempt at diplomacy.  they were around sixty when they first killed.  there was something empowering about it.  about lashing out at abusers and dictators who were ruining the world.   devani’s grown smarter about it with age, but they still resorted quickly to violence.  even in present times some people only responded to bared teeth and threats.  she loves the excuse to stop pretending to be human, to clamp jaws on bone and burn whatever she wanted to ashes.  spines remain raises in a threat display, head down and weaving in search of leftover enemies.  all they can smell is blood, burnt and james...james.  touch, cold on hot scales.  they shake their head violently.  raise her head, open mouth to sniff.  james does not belong in this world-this world does not belong with james?  are they home?  no, there’s too much metal and odd substance that’s not rock or ground.   but there was danger.  blood in their teeth, fire in their throat.  danger.  fight, flight.  devani flaps wings hard enough the right one probably hits james with solid bone.  she snorts and sneezes, backing up at such a speed she almost trips over tail like a yearling.  the dragon gives a full body shake, scattering loose scales and blood that combusts where it hits the ground.  “what...what were we doing?” 

@bledagony from here

#bledagony #i love!!!!!!1 them!

[enternecers]

@bledagony​​’s bucky said: ❛ hope is a dangerous thing for a man with my past. ❜

      it  takes  everything  in  you  not  to  roll  your  eyes,  though  you  cannot  stop  yourself  from  chuckling  quietly.  it  is  probably  the  last  reaction  he  expects,  yet  it  is  stronger  than  you.  he  sounds  so  mysterious,  so  dense,  as  though  you  have  no  idea  what  his  past  entails  /  as  though  you  do  not  have  a  past  yourself.  the  most  ludicrous  idea,  however,  is  that  hope  is  dangerous.  perhaps  you  would  have  nodded  along  if  this  were  before.  but  before  is  a  dark  time  that  you  try  not  to  dwell  on.  instead,  you  take  a  sip  of  your  drink  before  allowing  emerald  hues  to  dart  towards  him.  

      ❝  hope  is  not  dangerous,  sergeant  barnes.  hope  is  what  keeps  us  going,  what  stops  us  from  making  awful  choices.  ❞  a  beat,  head  shaking  quietly.  your  gaze  drops  to  your  drink,  memories  of  your  past  flashing  through  your  mind.  hope  is  all  you  have  left,  what  fills  your  lungs  with  oxygen  and  what  makes  it  somewhat  easier  to  forgive  yourself.  ❝  if  you  think  hope  is  dangerous,  it  means  you  are  still  holding  onto  the  past.  and  that  is  the  most  dangerous  thing  of  all.  ❞  you  add  at  last.  you  could  say  more,  talk  about  how  his  past  is  not  his  own  (  not  his  fault,  not  his  choice  ),  but  you  know  better  than  that.  instead  you  just  grab  another  bottle  of  scotch,  raising  an  eyebrow  at  him.  ❝  want  some?  ❞

#* ･ﾟ◞ ANSWERED MEME. #bledagony #* ･ﾟ◞ BLEDAGONY * bucky. #* ･ﾟ◞ NATASHA ROMANOFF * interactions.

[thawedpatriot]

@bledagony​ said: ❝  i don’t know how to ask for help i just— i’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before.  so…this is me trying i guess.  i need it and i’m afraid to ask for it.  that’s the best i can do.  ❞ ( james )

truthfully? he’s really damn  proud of james for saying anything at all. for vocalizing that he’s trying, that he needs help, that he’s admitting it’s out of his comfort zone to do so. because steve is guilty of the same. he’s not good at saying when he needs help, either, and knows how hard it is to try and reach out. whatever it is that’s plaguing james, he’ll do everything in his power to help. he won’t let him down.

so he offers a small smile, hoping that james see the reassurance and warmth behind it, and reaches out to give his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“and that’s enough. i hear you. and i’m here for you, whatever you need.”

#bledagony #i know it's been forever since u sent this #but here u go friend

[sunsache-archived]

grief is not a feeling , it’s a neighborhood .  this is where i come from . everyone i love still lives there .

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#sp. #hey <3

[bluntache]

' you should know i’m only temporary ' / cas || o h

(MEME TAG) ACCEPTING / @bledagony

he can’t look cas in the eye , turning gaze towards something more easy to look upon . he studies the hem of the trench coat , fixating on a string beginning to come undone there . he swallows , hard , throat feeling like dry sandpaper . 

    ❝   thanks for the reminder , cas. i’ll keep that in mind .   ❞    

he won’t look at cas , refuses to be weak . instead , he turns away . back to the angel as he bites his lip , unwilling to let any other words fall from traitorous lips.

#bledagony

[silverconfined]

                   “  did you find her?     is she okay?     is lydia safe?  ”

@bledagony​ : )

#i didn't use one of the lines from her death scene i would NEVER #bledagony #gimmie the sourwolf thx #ik that's who u asked for ... it's 1 am i'm so tired #❝ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴈ ᴍʏᴤᴇʟᴈ ⇨ convo. #verse undecided .

[bluntache]

‘ when you call my name , do you think i’ll come running ? ’ / from sam (:

(MEME TAG) ACCEPTING / @bledagony .

dean jolts at that , eyebrows raised , squinting as if sam’s said something unbelievable .      ❝   yeah  --- of course i do . are you saying you wouldn’t ?   ❞    beyond the insulted tone is something else ,      ❝   you think that little of me?   ❞    

#bledagony

[cassandramorgansucks]

☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ~derek // i had to throw in angst ight

&.   meme  ;  accepting   ╱   @bledagony   !

     sleeping  is  easily  a  plague  to  someone  that  has  never  truly  rested  with  gentle  dreams  coaxing  them  away.  her  heart  and  mind  do  not  let  her  forget  the  tragedies  she  has  survived  or  of  the  ghosts  that  haunt  her  waking  steps.  and  when  they  haunt  ,  they  burden.  there  is  no  such  bliss  as  a  moment  of  peace  ,  even  in  her  slumber. 

     and  it’s  so  easily  seen.  her  fists  clench  together  ,  knuckles  whitening  ,  a  few  weak  murmurs  of  desperation.  a  plea  for  restfulness.  it  escalates  from  there.  in  her  head  ,  memories  replay.  their  deaths  on  repeat  ,  their  blood  never  free  from  her  palms.  and  she  tries  to  save  them  there  ,  tries  to  take  their  place.  reverse  the  roles  ,  to  have  them  alive  even  if  it’s  in  a  dream.   she’d  give  anything  to  see  them  breathe  ,  to  see  them  live  while  she  fades.  but  there  is  no  victory  in  nightmares  ,  in  these  recollections  that  curse  her. 

     and  so  she  screams  ,  begs  for  mercy.  her  hands  coil  around  the  sheets  ,  nails  digging  into  the  bed  ,  cold  sweats  clinging  to  her  skin.  please.  the  cry  is  innocent  ,  desperate  for  a  chance  that  is  not  able  to  be  grasped  by  her  unconscious  mind.  but  she’s  pulled  from  it  ,  from  those  memories  that  ache  bones  and  take  all  of  what  she  is. 

     she  snaps  up  ,  fist  aiming  to  hit  but  it’s  caught.  first  reaction  is  fear  and  anger  swirled  together.  blue  eyes  adjust  to  the  darkness.  there’s  still  panic  ,  but  as  she  captures  the  outline  of  features  and  hears  the  voice  that  tries  to  ease  ,  her  heart  settles.  it  weeps  but  it  calms.  and  for  a  brief  second  ,  she’s  a  child.  weighed  with  guilt  ,  praying  for  a  place  to  rest  ,  desiring  a  comforting  touch  of  someone  that  is  family.  and  here  ,  she  has  it. 

     ❝    i’m  sorry.    ❞    for  the  screaming  ,  for  the  trying  to  hit  him  ,  for  the  having  to  wake  her  to  begin  with.  but  most  of  all  ,  for  existing.  how  cruel  to  be  troubled  with  her.    ❝    i’m  sorry.    ❞    she  sighs  ,  eyes  resting  close  ,  letting  her  weight  fall  against  him.  the  weariness  of  it  all  quickly  becomes  her.  the  need  to  rest  rising  ,  but  the  urge  to  stay  awake  stronger.    ❝    i’m  sorry.  it  was  just  a  bad  dream.    ❞    no  ,  it  was  a  memory.  

#bledagony #; this is late but gosh jolly i sURE AM SA D AF #; bye rina im sad . do u regret this now

[scvietassassin]

‘ what are you staring at? ’ ~ from james

question starters | accepting

She’d been zoned out for more than a few seconds too long, looking almost directly at James, but her mind had been far away in a sense. Chewing on the inside of her lip for a moment, she considered what to tell him for a second before shaking her head. 

“Sorry. Just thinking..”

An answer without answering. Quite frankly it’s unbelievable to her that she trusts him enough to zone out like that around him. It’s a little bit unnerving in an odd way. Like she’s uncomfortable with the fact that she’s not uncomfortable. 

#answers. #bledagony

[bittenrage-blog]

i have no shame.

#❰ ° • ✩ ❛ i like pineapple on pizza. *slides on sunglasses* deal with it. — ❲ OOC ❳ * #bledagony #weightedheart

[bitchspiritedarchive-blog]

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