How can anybody know how they got to be this way
You must have known I’d do this someday
(via nixiesaurus)
jim how did you even
jim just lost all faith in humanity
Seb stared at Saint Peter in disbelief, and then anger. “What? No, I can’t go in there!”
The taller man— angel?— gave a sort of shrug. “You’re good at heart.”
“Bullshit,” Sebastian growled, crossing his arms. “I mean, I’ve spent half my life making /sure/ I didn’t….”
The angel cocked his head. “And why’s that?”
Sebastian grew quiet. A moment of silence passed between the two of them, outside the golden gates. “Because of him.”
Peter opened his mouth to answer, when a shoe- a very fucking expensive shoe- flew over Sebastian’s head. It’s thrower stood on the other side of the gates wearing Westwood and aviators, and something between a scowl and a maniac grin. “Oi, over here, you dolt!”
Sebastian forced himself to drag his eyes away from Jim for just a moment to throw an accusatory glance at the saint. “How the fucking hell did /he/…”
Peter chuckled. “Apparently, he’s got some dirt on The Big Guy.”
xD
(via nixiesaurus)
After the fall, Jim dissapears. He suffers of memory loss, but for months he’s had dreams of a man called Sebastian. Meanwhile, that man’s looking for him relentlessly.
(via percstiel)
And I’ll love you still in hell
Jim Moriarty is good at many things… the shopping is not one of them.
Things I like include: Supernatural, comic books, Katie McGrath's face, those idiots over at Teen Wolf, Doctor Who, changing my theme at 4 am rather than sleeping, sleeping, Sherlock, Game of Thrones, smiting my enemies, the Originals, Verbotene Liebe, Goede Tijden Slechte Tijden, crying over $400 Nick Fury statues, and Misha Collins.
