#HUH..

[enden-k]

[OC wips] sketches n some youris bc i didnt post much of him properly i think??

[cogmented]

sketchies of new happenings to get back into Actual art... i have a better idea for later

[keybordcaps]

happy late valentines day, mightve blacked out making this. dunno

[theboyofalltime]

How can Ghost be named Ghost when his ass cheeks are so fat that they alert everyone in his vicinity, he should be called thunder clap for fuck sake.

[angelbigwhale]

🖍🖍🖍🖍

[dreamings-free]

Isaac Anderson newsletter 30/8/24

apparently Isaac’s online store will close on Sep 9th! full newsletter under the cut:

[buster-loves-pr]

going on fanfic net and seeing a lot of Kelsey/Ryan fics makes me confuse. I thought Chad would be shipped with Kelsey more.. I don’t remember Ryan and Kelsey really interacting.. did they?

[bat-luun]

...... i think im agender..

[anarchistqueer]

Transage culture is taking “mental age” quizzes often before you realized

[sans-guy]

What would Butch do if someone just took a massive shit right in the middle of the butcher floor?

[bloodsalted]

@qapsiel || oh this is coming. i told you. || no i'm not sorry.

[AGONY] - Dean rescues Cas from the hands of the enemy, and finds him in terrible shape. 😇

the room where cas was taken from him? it's one that he's avoided taking every damn precaution he can to turn a blind eye to the slimmest chance he might see those four walls ever again. all but one night. the next one. where he tricked himself into thinking that, maybe, if he showed up and called for him enough--the previous night would simply go away and like some fucking magic that doesn't exist in his world (because why would it? why would he get even that much of a god damn BREAK?)--cas would be standing there. coughed up by the ink and black and NOTHING that he willingly let take him shattering every piece of dean and what they had in the process. because why? because he loved him. as much as dean loved him back.

he can't get the feeling of cas's skin off his hands. he doesn't want to. the last touch. the last whisper of i love you, too against the angel's mouth as the worst nightmare he could think of happened in front of his eyes and he was powerless to stop it. even his hands that gripped cas's face, that desperately clawed for and missed his shoulders. felt like they betrayed him. THEY KEEP FEELING THAT WAY. even now. in all the time it's taken him to figure out HOW. in all the time's he's gotten down on his hands and knees and prayed or screamed until his voice was raw and torn and sam heard and came running to JACK that he give him some sorta sign. some sorta power to take that day back! that he'd give up the rest of his decades on earth (if you could count that high..who knows how much time he's got?? OR WHAT IT'S WORTH) for just another week. another month. another YEAR (just one) to have cas back. where he belongs. back WHERE HE BELONGS.

to all the people we've lost along the way.

only he couldn't accept that. he couldn't rest. he couldn't sleep. tried to have his own sorta funeral that was bullshit come a few hours later. he trashed his room. he threw insults, in his mind and outloud, at the boy he loved if he isn't going to fucking LISTEN then what good was ANYTHING FOR? until he thought his heart couldn't break anymore. and that's when it came to him. what to do. where to go. and that he'd bleed for it if he had to. so? that's where he is now. standing in that room. staring at the empty spot where cas was dragged off to with a blade in his hand that feels so heavy, he doesn't know if he can keep hold of it for long. dean drops to his knees. 'maybe not today... but someday.. TODAY IS SOMEDAY.' like some force outside of himself is in control. the blood that swells out of his cut palm puddles freely from the cut as the blade hits the floor. he paints in his own shades of reddish black brown markings that come to him without even a thought as to what they might mean. he doesn't know. but there's a warmth in his chest and a glow to his eyes that illuminates the floor in a shade that only reminds him of their son.

the same light begins to fill the room. and there's a warmth on his shoulder that pulls him up and pushes him forward towards it. it's so bright that he has to squint his eyes. so blue and white and that guiding hand simply pushes him FORWARD into it. and past that? BLACK. thick air so heavy he can barely move his limbs. he drips blood as he walks. a steady trail that bursts with color instead of rotting into brown in his wake. it follows him. step by step. even as the muddy dark battles against him. he smells of ozone and honey. beer and pie. and that scent reaches out like a coil around the angel trapped in the dark. it curls around his mind and soothes him as if it's a touch beckoning him to seek out the source. a voice in castiel's mind. not dean's.. but someone else he loves. 'you don't deserve to be here, castiel. go.' and that's when dean's steps can be heard. little puddles of light bead behind him still. brightening cas's NIGHT like the stars of the big dipper. "CAS?!" dean's hand clasps his shoulder. marking it as he was once marked. glowing brilliantly bright. all the warmth and love and LIGHT of family there to bring him HOME.

HE FOUND HIM.

[tom-matt-exclusive]

pov youre matt hargreeves trying to stop the artist from drawing this comic strip but miguel ohara is there

[gracieblood]

like almost 200 of my followers just disappeared ???

[hysterotic]

Omgggg, so my sister and I are rewatching Kim Possible, and we're rewatching the camp wannaweep episode. Reminded me of your fic ♡

omg. marena.. you just gave me such a good idea..

[letsgetitblog]

... Do y'all think Smg4 & Smg3 would look good in some turtlenecks? And some gold chains? .... *sips tea* I think they would look GREAT. *sips tea but louder*