Here the whole world (stars, water, air,
And field, and forest, as they were
Reflected in a single mind)
Like cast off clothes was left behind
In ashes, yet with hopes that she,
Re-born from holy poverty,
In lenten lands, hereafter may
Resume them on her Easter Day.
For @roublardise #AmaraDays
[Caption: gifs of Amara in Supernatural accompanied by the poem above. The first three show Amara extending her arms, her hair in the wind, and looking up at the sky when she thinks Chuck is finally coming to her, before the angels try to attack her; Chuck extending a hand to her and Amara taking it, healing him; and Amara turning back and seeing the dying flowers around her, horrified. Those gifs are fused with a sequenced of a sunset. The last three show Amara smiling, her hair covered in snow; Amara sitting in a bench looking up, holding a flower with her eyes closed; and Amara’s face illuminated by light (when she heals Chuck). Those three gifs are fused with a sequence of a sunrise.]
a little blackout poem about Amara for the Amara days @roublardise is hosting! I couldn't resist actually making it blackout and inverting the colours of the script, because after all Amara is The Darkness <3
After church, my brother teaches me
dirty words & all of them
are ways to be womaned.
For @roublardise #AmaraDays
[Caption: stills from Supernatural focused on Amara and Chuck, with a gif effect of tv static in each of them. The set includes Amara lying down in a spa with Chuck sneaking in, massaging her head while she has her eyes closed before asking her to leave Earth with him, fused with Amara’s horrified expression when Chuck told her about the Winchesters’ real plan and betrayal; Amara sitting on the spa’s table and facing Chuck covered in a towel with an skeptic expression, accompanied by Amara accepting Chuck’s hand before fusing with him; Amara in a pool, looking up at the falling stars; and a close-up to Amara’s eye in the previous moment, fused with Chuck’s smirk after he’s absorbed Amara, one eye all black and the other one with a blue shine.
The images include verses prom the poem “Churching” by Kristin Chang. They say: “My brother still leaves me voicemails that sound like prayer. He kneels in my doorway, says this is the last time. This is the last time I’ll be someone else’s god. Godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed.”]
hii!! i don't have a new cool banner, but i just wanted to thanks everyone who participated in the little #amaradays celebration, may it be by creating or sharing!
before i go back to being busy, here's a little recap of everything people have made:
videos:
East of Eden - by @knifelesbianjo
Close your eyes - by @lesbianjoannaharvelle
This is me - by @roublardise
I am not a woman I'm a god - by @annaslittlebiitch
writing:
O Brother where art thou? 2:1-3 - by @mrcowboydeanwinchester
invisible - by @annaslittlebiitch
time to grow up - by @annaslittlebiitch
[untitled] - by @chimerazodiac
gif:
her body is Bible - by @angelfishofthelord
Amara + the world - by @heartcastiel
"Churching" - by @laufire
Here the whole world.... - by @laufire
I talk to God but the sky is empty - by @laufire
destruction/creation - by @laufire
15.02 Raising Hell - by @heartcastiel
edits:
Castle - by @chimerazodiac
why fall when you can rise ; she whispered - by @annaslittlebiitch
Amara + Hubble Telescope images - by @castielista
Technicolor - by @cassiterite
Amara moodboard - by @queerstudiesnatural
others:
this stunning piece - by @caught-a-dragonfly
a playlist - by @annaslittlebiitch
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I've included older stuff that got rbed this week-end! and I still have my own post with links to most of my Amara related creation
I HOPE i didn't forget anyone, but if I've missed anything PLEASE reach out to tell me 🙏 I've loved seeing everyone's art!! 🥰
It was cold and dark and endless where she was. And for the first time in her whole existence, Amara as afraid. And alone. She screamed and cried into the emptiness, but the only response she got was her own echo. What hurt the most was the betrayal. Betrayed by her own brother.
She lost all sense of time. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, hours to days, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned into years, years turned to decades, which turned to centuries.
"Just kill me already! Please!" Amara screamed into the nothingness that surrounded her. She was tired of it. If she were human her throat would've been sore, her voice hoarse - if she didn't lose it - from years upon years of screaming and crying. She begged - praying, wishing - for a death she knew would never come.