#ca. 2005

[viviseconds]

Steven Shearer Works from A Collection of 27 Drawings and artist sketches and reference material, 2009-16

From left: Study for The Ornamentalist and Apprentice, ca. 2009 crayon on paper 12 in x 9 in Bust, 2016 Ink on paper 4 1/2 x 3 1/2 in Study for the Young Symbolist II, 2012 Ink on paper 6 3/4 x 4 in Plopper, 2014 Ink on paper 3 1/4 x 4 1/8 in Night Studio, 2015 Oil pastel and ink on paper 10 7/8 x 8 1/2 in Study for 1900, ca. 2005 Oil and ink on paper 4 1/4 x 5 7/8 in Untitled drawing, undated Ink on paper 2 3/8 x 2 3/8 in From Steven Shearer, The Brant Foundation Art Study Center’s exhibition catalogue, 2018

[wetsocksinbed]

friendly reminder that angel vessels don’t age, so canonically Castiel still looks like this in Season 15

which means every time Jack refers to Castiel as his father, everyone around him absolutely assumes Castiel was just like 14 when Jack was born

[th30ra3k3n]

you must know.

surely you must know,

it was all for you.

for @disasterpenguin 🖤

[astr0exe]

ello ello,could I request some Lester from House of wax?

He doesn't get enough attention for my liking and I feel for such a dirty grimey man he deserves his own gremlin boyfriend.

I was thinking maybe a little bit of angst with smut,Maybe Bo being the-bit of bastard he is,just got done yelling at Lester so he's sad and needs his boyfriend to make him feel loved again.Maybe with knife play(don't have to if it makes you uncomfy) since he has a bunch of knives,they can be put to use aside from road kill or whatever-🙏

If not that's fine,Hope u have a good day or night<3👊✨

Lester is acc my fuckin husband:( i love him so much<3 no angst js needy Les with some knife n blood play, nd pain play :)

// CW : tm!reader , needy Lester , knife play , blood play , dacryphilia (?) , pain play , praise , subspace (??) , aftercare

Lester who basically collapses into you when he gets to your shared home, tired and annoyed from dealing with Bo all day. His rugged hands still stained with blood from roadkill, gripping tightly at your waist as he groans in your ear at how much of a pain today has been for him. “Fuckin shi, to’days been so long sweetheart.” His southern drawl sends shocks through your body even despite how long you have been together.

His lips are aggressive against yours as he whines relieved with the contact he has been craving all day. The hilt of his knife is prominent against your skin whilst he holds you close, the kiss is full of need and lust (As well as a bit of frustration). He can’t help but need you, pushing you onto the tattered leather couch in the living room. His whimpers and huffs are loud against your ear, your hands pulling him close, close enough to suck hickies onto your lovers neck. His pants are down enough to get his cock out, already hard with a red angry tip adorning the large head.

There is no foreplay, no prep. Lester needs you, and fast. So that’s what he does, he takes you. His dick entering you in one swift thrust, his knife now in his hand as the very tip is resting against the underside of your chin. You are all too aware of the cool metal on your skin, especially how deadly it is. Even as your eyes widen and the breath is stolen from you with every thrust of Lester’s hips you remain cautious. His hips don’t falter, if anything the movement becomes more aggressive, more needy. Your moans are loud, as are his, both of you are lost in the pleasure of each other, the knife trailing down your body all the bay to your hip bone and back up again.

Lester’s knife is against your cheek, catching your tears on the blade, your eyes are bleary and unfocused which matches your state of mind, unfocused and lost, floating in the pleasure and fear you are feeling. Your pretty tears set Lester off.. he can’t help it doll:(( you just look so pretty sobbing on his cock. The tip of his hunting knife moves along the skin of your cheek with more force, a tiny speckle of red showing the path of the knife. The blood collects on the blade along with your tears. Your shouts of pleasure and pain are loud and needy, making Lester’s hip pause whilst your drenched cunt clenches on him, he groans seeing your orgasm and fucked out state.

Tears running down your face, blood dripping down your cheek and your whole body shaking, your eyes blissed out as you let the pleasure of your orgasm consume you. Lester groans as he pulls out, his cum spurting all over your stomach as he moans and whines loudly, his orgasm hitting him harshly taking his breath away. You are confused when you regain your senses, your mind still clouded and hazy, wrapped up safe in Lesters arms, a blanket covering you both as he murmurs in your ear “There we are baby boy.. Tha’s a good doll.. Thank you..” his kiss on your temple is light as he holds a cold bottle of water to your lips.

You are softly brought back to your senses fully, Lester guiding you as you both cuddle up on the couch sleepily. You sigh at the attentiveness of your boyfriend, a plaster is already on your cheek and you are hydrated, now all you need is sleep and Lester by your side (same).

[purgaytorysupremacy]

oh nuts. a life experience has given me a new layer of perspective on Cas's homosexual declaration of love to Dean.

recently I had occasion to tell a person I had feelings for them knowing full well they didn't feel even a twinge of the same thing for me. while the whole thing was a decidedly unpleasant experience, I kept laughing at myself internally bc I didn't want to say "the happiness is just in saying it" like fucking Castiel over here. (we don't need to talk about it, it's fine.) (I am happier having said it and it's kind of bullshit, but I digress.)

because the thing is, the happiness isn't in just saying it, right? the happiness is in the having. I made a whole TikTok "proving" that the Empty didn't come for Cas when he confessed his love, but rather when he realized Dean loved him back. even for Cas, the happiness was in the having, not in the saying, however brief it was.

and I've always been one of those people who rolled their eyes at the whole concept. why would the happiness be in just being, in just saying it, if it's right there in front of you to have. and then it hit me like a tonne of bricks (as I was washing my kitchen counters).

Cas really didn't think he could have Dean.

at all. in any capacity. he really, truly, and honestly felt to the depths of himself that Dean did not have any twinge of similar feelings, that this really was a Hail Mary shot-in-the-dark. and I think me, personally, really didn't understand that about Cas. that his belief in his love being unrequited was that unshakable.

something else I've been pondering is how audiences have so much more empathy for fictional characters who share traits that IRL they find objectionable and unappealing. but the thing is about fictional characters is that we follow them around in their most private, vulnerable moments. we see Dean mourning Cas when he dies, literally killing himself because he can't live without him, but it's so easy to forget that we're the omniscient ones here.

Cas never knew.

Dean's whole thing was pushing him away, keeping him at arm's length, making it seem like whatever heroic thing he does for Cas he'd do for anyone. he downplays how important it is for Dean to share the Deancave with him, to show him his favourite movies, share his favourite songs. he acts like the things Cas does for him don't mean that much to hide how much they do mean. he uses "we" whenever he even gets in the vicinity of expressing a feeling. "We were worried." "We're glad you're back." "We needed a win." "You're our brother." The audience knew the difference. We saw how he'd clench his jaw or swallow hard or make a face that said "God, I'm being such an idiot". Because we saw him in those little moments. We got to see the cracks in the mask.

but Cas never knew.

the self-hating angel of Thursday was never going to think it was all a way for Dean to protect himself. obviously, that's the delicious tragedy of it all, but what I think I realized at the end of all that is Cas confessing his love to a Dean who didn't love him back wouldn't have worked. Because the happiness really is in the having. If happiness was just in saying it, then The Empty would have come before Cas even finished getting the words out of his mouth.

so Cas's plan wouldn't have worked if Dean didn't love him back.

this is just me yapping on about my own nonsense, but I do think it's really interesting. there's contentment in "just saying it". there's freedom and relief and an unburdening. I think one can argue that it makes being happy in the being easier. there is certainly some joy in telling a person you think that highly of them. but true happiness?

nah.

true happiness is always going to only be in the having. Cas didn't understand the difference until he experienced it, and by then, it was too late.

[mcavoy-girl]

I think Supernatural might be taking over the Tumblr again.

Next step would probably be taking over other social medias (if it hasn't happened already) and/or the world.

(this is just my ramblings about Supernatural)

[horrorshow]

"when did destiel sex happen for the first time?" i love that i'm living so far in my own obscure deluded doomed by the narrative canon-compliant version of surprisingly wholesome but tragic destiel that the only right answer isn't even an option on polls: stanford era.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

How can people stand to watch full celebrity interviews and press tours they are purely rambling on 2 hours sleep to the most inane questions and prompts in the world while trying to act like the person they think I the viewer want them to be. I'm glad some people can and do watch them to gif out the silly and interesting parts but it could never be me

[youchangedmedestiel]

omg please tell us about your endverse Cas and Stanford era Dean WIP!!

I'm so happy you asked about this one. The idea came from this art and the ficlet that goes with it on the link above. See for me it looks like Endverse Cas and Stanford era Dean. Probably because Dean looks younger since he doesn’t have a beard. So I worked with that.

And then, I wrote this:

What if, Endverse Cas ended up somehow in early 2005. Just before everything went sideways, because despite acting all defeated, he still has hope to save Dean. Because this is what this is all about. He loves Dean and wants to save him from being hopeless and helpless after Sam said yes to Lucifer. He wants to avoid him that nightmare.

So, he finds a way.

He meets Dean in a bar, drinking alone. His father out on a hunt somewhere and Sam in Stanford.

Cas talks with him and buys him a beer. He tells him he is a hunter, lies about knowing John Winchester to gain Dean’s trust. Because what does he have to lose?

He knows Dean so well. He recognizes him so easily. He changed but not really. He is still him. Still the most loving human being he knows. Still beautiful, still Dean Winchester.

They exchange about hunt stories and Dean just confesses about the current case he is working on. Cas lies that this is why he is here, to work on the same one. And Dean offers to join forces. He invites him in his motel room, because Dean is not as wary as he became, because Cas didn’t betray him yet and he is still young.

They work that case together. Cas feels almost like an angel, it’s like he can fly again. He doesn’t want to leave Dean’s side, he’s got to make sure he is safe.

Dean accepts his help, that’s not the first time he worked with another hunter that is not his family. Plus, the guy knows how to use a gun, and a blade. He is surprisingly good at it for someone who is on drugs all the time.

One night, he settles in his queen bed, next to Dean’s, his joint in his mouth. Dean approaches to take it out of his mouth, mumbling something about the smell being so strong he feels like it never leaves his clothes. But Cas grabs his wrist before he can do anything and pulls him on top of him. Dean obviously falls on him, surprised and struggling. But Cas’s hands on him are so gentle and so careful. The kind of touch he never received from a man. Especially not his father.

So he melts into it. He closes his eyes, when fingers snake between his locks. He gasps when soft lips brush his. He just lies there, when a hand strokes his back.

When Cas kisses Dean’s neck, his stubble scratches Dean’s throat.

Maybe Cas took too much drugs, or Dean inhaled a lot of it, because at some point Cas offers Dean to ride him and Dean accepts. They both strip and settle back on the bed.

[mslinnieous]

Charlie & The Chocolate Factory in a nutshell:

(Video from Cas Van De Pol)

As someone's watched their previous vids, this is ironically their tamest one (usually there's bl00d or g0re, etc. to avoid the "Youtube kids" label) 😂 Still a fun video though!

[kayvsworld]

baby bucky is a shit disturber

[bisaster-energy]

I have to know what nut allergy means 🤲🏻

god i had forgotten about this one til u tagged me💀i got the idea cos of some tiktok someone made about putting ghost pepper in their food to catch whichever coworker was stealing their food and ppl in the notes were freaking out cos "wHAt iF sOMeOnE iS ALlErGiC" me and my friend luke were like "god how funny would it be if you just went in someone's fridge drank all their milk and shit yourself cos ur lactose intolerant and then blame them for trying to poison u that logic is so crazy...what if it was a destiel au"

it's really just a silly hospital au i never got around to finishing it's cringy and basic but it's funny to me so i kept it

so cas is a doctor ofc i have to reward dean somehow.

he's neurosurgeon because i did watch grey's anatomy and dr. sexy being a parody of derek shepherd who's played by patrick dempsey who also played a guy named cass who was in a polyamory with jensen ackle's character and marilyn monroe. i had to put it in

i couldnt decide if i wanted dean to be a doctor too or a nurse but i know i wanted him in peds

basically it's one sided enemies to lovers with dean having beef with cas for no reason (he's hot and this frustrates dean to no end). meanwhile cas has a crush bigger than texas on that man

maybe a competitive aspect too like derek and burke had but less animosity. i try to lean into the soap opera aspect of it as if they're in a medical drama more than a REAL HOSPITAL because it's easier than doing extensive research <3

so maybe dean is a bit more of an asshole to cas than strictly necessary and no one else gets why. cas essentially gives up on trying to have a normal conversation w/dean and thinks he really hates him so he settles to only talk to him in a professional capacity so he wont encroach on his space more than he has to

dean takes this personally. i love misunderstandings

etc etc it comes to a head when maybe something happens that really sets dean off about cas (i haven't figured what yet) and so to get back at him he nabs a cookie from his lunch (cas already established that anyone can indulge in them but dean missed the memo ig)

anyways ruh roh! his dumbass is allergic to one of the ingredients cos it came into contact with walnuts or smth idk

dean's embarrassed as hell and cas finds him all swollen and fucked up and i haven't gotten past this part but yeah i just wanted cas to stab dean with an epi-pen really

overall very mid and silly and dumb but here's an excerpt anyway:

The neurosurgeon is, in Dean's humble (but also right) opinion, the only one worthy of the term Asshole around here, with a capital A.

Well, not the only one. But still.

And it's not like Dean didn't try to get to know him! New doctor shows up, windswept hair tousled to perfection, lab coat flaring behind him like some sort of superhero, gaze focused and intense, and eyes so so blue-

Ahem. Of course Dean is going to be intrigued he's a human being! It's not like Castiel was interested anyway. Barely said three words to Dean before rushing off somewhere else, probably to bless some other coworker with his angelic ass sculpted by god. Dean tried a few times after that and still ended up with nothing more than stilted small talk. Dude made talking to a brick wall seem like a cake walk. There was always something going on that had to cut their conversations short, and Dean thought Cas was just a shy guy at first, nothing wrong with that. But he's seen Dr. Novak easily chat with other staff for longer than two (painfully awkward) minutes. Especially Masters. God that snake just loves to hang off Novak, like that's her job instead of being a damn nurse. Even Balthazar, their own personal sleazeball of an anesthesiologist, allegedly manages to drag the uptight doctor out from time to time.

Not that Dean has been stalking them or anything. He just heard it through the grapevine like every other godforsaken rumor at this high school of a hospital. And if the grapevine happened to just be Balthazar himself bragging about their nights out in the breakroom, well that's Dean's business.

"I still say you need to give him a chance, Dean," his mammoth of a brother insisted, brushing his mane out of his face. Seriously, dude, just get a haircut. "I don't get what your problem with him is. Castiel is great! A little awkward maybe, but it really adds to his charm." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Sammy, you do realize you sound like you're trying to get me to adopt a dog that's about to be sent to the pound? It didn't work when you were eight and it won't work now. And, for your information, I've given Cas plenty of chances to talk to me. He's the one with the issue. You should be selling him all this kumbaya bullshit. And don't you have some lawsuits to prevent?"

It's Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you gave up on talking to him then why the hell do you call him by a nickname?" With another flip of his mop, his brother left Dean spluttering for a reasonable answer. Which there is, of course. But Sam's long gone by the time he manages a weak "Castiel is a mouthful, okay?" "I'll say," came an annoyingly sultry voice from behind. Without turning Dean lets out a sigh. "Can I help you, Masters?" He asks flatly, already resigning himself to an unpleasant encounter. "Oh, don't be like that, Dean," God, he can practically hear the obnoxious pout he knows she's wearing right now. "I thought we could bond over what a mouthful Clarence is!" That has him spinning around.

meg is cas' bestie she can't understand why he's hung up on dean but she supports his terrible terrible taste. and if she can manage to convince dean they're fucking in the meantime well. god forbid women do anything

the reason sam seems so invested is cos the hospital has a betting pool over if these 2 get together and when. bros tryna make bank

[xx-blueboy-xx]

[deansguns]

I'm not saying there weren't significant parts of spn that were homophobic (Charlie's death plus whatever beef Sera Gamble had w Jensen in s6 definitely felt homophobic lmao), but I really do think people who haven't watched the show over-exaggerate how homophobic it is

[tripperdayandfriends]

[hellsitegenetics]

can you do I Am All Of Me from Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)

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