#cloudy is sad

[kdpartworks]

Cloudysseus Part 6 - Angry Hades gave me such pain to draw a sweet reminder that Neal Illustrator is the owner of Gods' designs.

[kosmogrl]

[re-colligere]

Soo how did indigo and bughaw meet 🤔

They met in Secret EGO, when Emile was captured! Bughaw doesn't meet her in person until she was personally assigned to interrogate the mysterious Emile Cigogne.

Also I wasn't really planning on adding this, but I was in an experimental mood and wanted to draw this scene anyways, soo...

[dontletmewaittoolong]

me when george harrison uses sun/cloud/weather-related metaphors in his lyrics

[telamonz]

sarah and frank spud ( regretevator ) stimboard for myself 🏞 | 🏕 | 🏞 🏕 | 🏞 | 🏕 🏞 | 🏕 | 🏞

[ofmermaidstories]

every now and then i’m like “wow i’d love to migrate to a country with a real winter :)” and then it gets overcast for two days and i want to die LMAOOO.

[shallowseeker]

Oh, the hilarious thought that Ellen and Jo both had the hots for Cas.

(((It tickles me ever since I thought it.)))

As we start the scene in 5x10, Ellen is playing music, a Spanish song, Oye Como Va by Santana.

It's a party!

(Rrr, flavor!) ¡Rrr, sabor! (Hey how it goes) Oye cómo va (my rhythm) Mi ritmo

They're playing a well-known party game, sure. They're bartenders at a roadhouse, so this is an everyday thing for them, maybe, but oh oh oh.

The interest.

Ellen is maybe like, "We'll do shots and see how drunk he gets. Who knows? Maybe it'll make him handsy."

ELLEN: All right, Big Boy. Let's go.

Now, it's true. Ellen is flirty and, like many of the prickly, defensive characters, deals professionally with innuendo.

But something tells me this isn't a game Ellen would play with Dean or Sam.

But a guy she wants to <OMITTED>? Ahem. Well. Yeah.

And Cas mimics Ellen, holding his pinky out, upending the glasses, and holding intense, challenging eye contact.

And Ellen...

This is the face of "Holy crap." But if you squint, it can also be read as "Wow." Or even "Hubba, hubba."

Yeah. No kiddin,' Cas.

So is Ellen, right in the <OMITTED>.

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And Hell. Maybe Jo feels something, too. That's a slow, spreading, breathless-ey sort of smile that reminds me a little bit of Mick Davies.

"Whooooa."

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ANYHOO.

The music (Santana) continues in the background while Dean and Sam talk strategy, and it's clear the music is coming FROM the kitchen, from Ellen's and Cas's little impromptu party.

We hear laughter, and Dean looks up at the sound. And yes, Jo looks scrumptious, but there's also... everyone's fawning over friggin' Cas? He's not even trying!

Cas isn't cool!

Right?

In the background, snippets of dialogue come through>>> ELLEN: "Damn, he can drink." JO: "Haha, Mom, but you need to stop." ELLEN: "Drink up!" JO: "I'm gonna get another beer."

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Dean shoots his shot so so awkwardly that it's endearing.

(((Watch this, Cas. I'm the cool one. Women fall all over me, too.)))

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Heehee. I love him.

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And after all that, it book-ends with Cas giving the last-night on earth speech, but in a depressing, earnest, way.

(((Dean voice: Well, Jo. Not that anyone's asking,but it would probably-definitely work on me. Wish it'd work on one of you, though.)))

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BONUS: The next day, Jo immediately starts pigtail-pulling Cas.

*fiddles with her hair, dons a slight smirk*

*smiley smile* Then, teasing: "Ever heard of a door handle?"

When she sees that Cas has gone into *SERIOUS MODE* she's rattled. She looks to her mom pleadingly, because...

If someone like CAS is unsettled, maybe they should be scared, too.

[storm-of-feathers]

im so sad I missed the auroras AGAIN

[winterline13-art]

gives u a banan

Holy Bananas Batman

[the-cloudy-dreamer]

Dedicating this page of doodles lovingly to @dian-skywavecounty because their fic És només quan ets tu, Somni, que hi veig clar. Sóc foll d'una dolça metzina lives rent free on my mind lately 🖤

( as does gender fluid dream of the endless )

Amigue creo que en ningún momento específico dijiste que Dream usaba un chal de encaje negro pero en mi mente así sucede 😆 perdona las libertades artísticas! Quise dibujar a Dream en las diferentes expresiones de género que describiste, no sé si lo logré! pero me divertí mucho tratando de dibujarlo sutilmente diferente cada vez!!

[fettfleisch]

When I first felt the void being entered, I was stressed and in pain. But with time I learned to relax and found joy in it. Some might say that the void wasn't meant to be entered, however think about it. A stuffed void is void no more, but finally the void becomes fulfillment

[duusheen]

The funeral

[mother-of-poetry]

I used to think I was invincible.

When did that go away?

I used to think I was powerful, capable, unstoppable.

Now I sit for hours and wonder if I'm even loveable.

The sky used to always make me feel endless.

Now it just makes me realize I'm small.

How, then, do I take that and find a way to feel big?

Knowing deep down no one sees me at all.

How do I learn to take up space when I've worked for years

Learning to be a blacksmith

To fit my body and bones into the mold of a wallflower?

Pounding down every sharp edge to fit in

Making myself seamless

Blending into the background?

Alive, like I was

Raging, filled with fuel

Ready for anything at any time.

I want to feel that fire again.

What do I need to do to achieve that?

Give me a set path and I promise I will follow.

Well, not promise.

Promise is a big word.

I don't know if it's a word I can carry yet.

I can, however, swear to you that I will try.

But I can't promise to you I will succeed.

The biggest thing that worries me

Is that if I choose this path

A path to greatness

A path to confidence

A path to success

I know the universe balances out.

So what am I going to lose along the way?

And am I willing to lose anything to get to where I want to be?

[ugasaya]

Helsinki

[pad-wubbo]

oh no

frye is sad

she wishes shiver were here

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Rapid-Cycling

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The earth rumbles its disapproval,

The clouds thick across the sky.

To the right of me,

There is darkness.

Flashes of light,

A familiar swirling of navy blues and grays.

To the left,

There is light.

The sun shining beyond the puffy wall,

Somewhere, I'm sure.

The clouds move quickly,

Pulling darkness,

Then light-

Then darkness again,

Almost quick enough to shock you.

However, it makes me laugh.

To see myself reflected in such

A natural environment

Is an odd feeling.

Perhaps flipping through emotions-

Colors, hues, violence, simplicity.

Perhaps I was made to be like the sky

In this way.

From storms to a spring breeze;

From despair,

To mercy.

Light, dark, light, dark.

I've never been a fan of

Grey.

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