#Squint

[whereifindsanity]

[chocohybrid]

made a handy little chart if anyone was struggling with names for the main gang!

+ bonus height chart (link added)

Mr Davison was the only one i had to guess at since i couldn’t find anything on his actor so his might not be 100%!

[campingmonkey]

Just a couple random moments from 8.01.

Holy freaking eyelashes in the second one! 😍

[artemis-ches]

So after a look at the mage skill tree, Death Caller is actually (gameplay wise) what we expected for blood magic, right ?

[foreshvdowing]

it’s me!! it’s me!!

[mo-yin]

“English is not my first language. So it might not be that good”

*Proceeds to write the most jaw dropping, mind blowing, ass clenching, stomach churning, coochie quaking, Oscar worthy, immaculate, earth ascending, rebellion uprising fan fiction known to man.*

[lordbasilebub]

WIP painting-to-be of MirrorMask! Jeeves and Wooster that @crabert-rabert and I have been yapping about over here https://discord.gg/Pu3TKPKb8Q (< not particularly associated with anything but chilling and chatting)

Plus a horrible doodle of Bertie as he appears in the world, this painting in the show was beyond perfect. And edited for a new addition cos he’s gotta use the books ofc

[ayiemojis]

Awkward sweat — static eyes - zoned out

Slight smile - shy smile — blinking (default style) - [based off this emoji combo 😐😑😐]

Stare (default style) — squint (default style)

Me!!! — that’s so me!

Edible — hitting

[env0]

The many faces of me being tired at work squinting into the sun. God my eyes hurt

[usarmytrooper]

[warpedwings]

[playfulkittn]

silly head

[motelsnleatherseats]

Sam's 17 and he's already made up his mind that college is the best thing for him to escape the hunter lifestyle, to run away from feelings that had been trying to scratch their way forcefully out of his chest. He's tried to convince himself that he's been good at covering his tracks while looking into different schools, but Dean can tell he's up to something, especially when he suggests that they look into a case that just so happened to be in California.

Sam can tell Dean's up to something as well when he suggests they take a day to go to the beach instead of working on the actual case, but he goes along with it anyway, trying to stock up on good memories before he fully jumped ship. But it's just the two of them, and it makes Sam's longing intensify, makes him crave normalcy, but there's nothing normal about the way he feels about his big brother.

Dean's freckles have intensified under the California sun, and the skin stretched over Sam's cheek bones are dusted a light pink from the faint sunburn. They're sun-kissed and warm, sandy soles of feet and palms from sitting on the beach as they watch the sky paint itself rich red and orange as the sun melts into the watery horizon.

"I've seen the applications, you know," Dean murmurs to cut the silence, the sound of the waves rolling in gentle crashes mimics the way Sam can hear the blood rush through his body as his heart drops. He glances at his brother, expression already apologetic, but he's surprised to see there's no anger on Dean's face. "Didn't peg you for a California guy."

"Dean.."

"Sammy." Sam swallowed at the lump in his throat that had formed. "I get it. I know you've been looking for a way out. I see the way you look like you want to jump out of your skin every time Dad's far enough away to give a head start," he spoke, dropping his gaze down to the water for lingering moment. He truly understood Sam's plight, but it didn't make it any easier to know that if he did turn tail and run, that meant he left Dean behind too. "Can I even say anything that would make you want to stay?"

Sam's heart breaks.

"I just want to be normal," Sam finally answers, his voice quiet and weak -- vulnerable. They've had this conversation before, much louder, much angrier, but it feels like this one is more final. "I'm tired of being a freak."

"Sammy, you're not a freak," Dean responds before he's on his feet and he's tugging Sam up to stand as well. He's grown, his little brother not so little anymore, and he'd bypass Dean in height in the next year or two, no question about it.

"You don't get it. It's not even about the monsters or the hunting, there's something wrong with me. It's like I'm sick, and it's bone deep," he lamented, finding it hard to hold his brother's emerald gaze.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asks before he reaches a hand out to lay on Sam's shoulder and Sam ducks away from it, afraid that any touch will make him crumble.

"It's you," Sam finally spits out, and Dean's expression falters. There's hurt there, and it feels like a stab in the gut to Sam. He'd backed himself into a corner and he owed his brother an explanation. "It's -- it's how I feel about you. These thoughts that I have.. they're eating me alive. I feel crazy, a-and broken. You're my brother. I shouldn't feel this way, it's wrong and there's no way--"

"Whoa, hey, okay. Stop, okay? Stop." He reached for his hip this time, and Sam's violently shoved into confusion as his throat tightens and his heart is beating so hard, he could feel his fingertips pulsing. "Look, if you're sick, then I'm sick too."

"What?" Sam's voice barely holds resolve and the look in his eyes alone is pleading for further clarification, and Dean keeps his hands planted on him to anchor his brother, knowing how quickly the kid can fly off the handles when he's self-loathing. He's got to pull him back from the ledge, and the only way to do that was with softness.

"Yeah, Sammy. I feel it too. And I know it's wrong, and we shouldn't.. but I can't lose you, kiddo. I can't do this alone," Dean spoke and Sam's eyes ached suddenly as they filled with tears before he moved his hands to his brother's shoulders, caught between wanting to embrace him or shake the living hell out of him. Why now? Why after he had already made up his mind?

"We can't," Sam choked as Dean pulled him closer, mere inches apart and his heart was nearly in his throat.

"Maybe we could," Dean offered, hope braided into his words. "What can I say to make you stay?" They were close enough now to have their noses touching, and Sam looked like he was barely holding it together. "Sammy.. stay with me."

Sam couldn't tell if this was Dean's Hail Mary, his last and final attempt to sway his decision, but as their lips pressed together in Dean's last 'please Sammy', a tear rolled down the younger's cheek. It was everything he could have wanted, and everything he knew he couldn't have.

[custom-emojis]

a squinting emoji! amazed i havent made one yet lol or if i did it was so long ago it prob needs a redraw.

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[jmslov4srs]

actually just realised that every one of my tv character childhood crushes are just sirius black variants,,, like,,,

[roughridingrednecks]

Shmakov