#iamg

[taoistyuri]

I want to live like this image

[image id: 5 colorful dinosaur clay figures depicting a green sauropod, blue triceratops, red t-rex, yellow stegosaurus, and pink pterodactyl. end id]

artist credit

[mspainttaz]

Vespa wip! I love her I love her I love h

[image id: an intimidating woman with sallow skin and and green hair. her hair is styled short and choppy with matching green eyeshadow/lipstick. vespa wears a slinky black dress held up by thin straps, alongside matching gloves. one hand hikes the skirt up to reveal a fishnet clad leg. the other hand hides behind her, showing the silhouette of a dagger. end i.d.]

[dakotac0le]

society if we got drawn prime defender thumbnails like riptide

[oderu]

THANK U FOR THE POSITVE RECEPTION ON MY GF REDESIGNS/HEADCANONS! i throw these stanfords into the air and scram

[choccymilllk]

Possigly… for if u want to draw Techno. Smol hoppy boy in biig room :3

he go ↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓ ‼️‼️‼️ revolutionary.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i think the diamond dogs should play improv games just bc it would amuse me, an ex theater kid, specifically

[bloodngutsr]

thinking about oil driller!sam and cowboy!dean.

thinking about dean who's known pretty well in the rundown little town of lawrence. he works for cheap, takes the odd little jobs when he's not herding cattle or helping fix the newest leak in someone's home or lending a hand at ol' bobby singer's farm.

dean whose dad pops in and out of town every few months to get drunk and ask for a couple of ten dollar bills - until, out of the blue, he stops showing. until dean gets a letter declaring him dead, with nothing but his journal full of scattered notes and his hat to show for it. dean doesn't even get to see his father's body.

but the town holds a funeral, because john may not have been a good man, but he had a family and a place in their church. and someone contacts dean's half-brothers - brothers he didn't know, by the names of sam and adam.

sam and adam come to town for a few days, making arrangements to stay with dean. unfortunately, sam and dean meet and immediately clash. dean rarely shaves his stubble and drinks while he works and whistles off-key tunes loud enough to make your ears bleed, while sam wears suits as pristine as the desert will allow for and tucks his head for prayer when the priest bids john goodbye and uses fancy language that grinds dean's gears. they're too busy squabbling to acknowledge that the heat that boils inside of them whenever they see each other might not just be anger.

by the time the few days are up and the funeral is over, both of them are all too ready to never see each other again. adam left as soon as the funeral ended, prepared to get away from his bickering brothers. dean makes it very clear that he wants sam out of his house as soon as possible.

sam is going out for a walk on his last morning in the town when he notices oil seepage down some of the more scenic paths. it's half out of spite that he buys some land in town, just enough to set up a drill and hire a few boys. he has the money to spend, even if it doesn't end up being anything good. unfortunately, most of his best crew can't get out there quick, not on the half-hearted chance of a good well.

he asks around town for the strongest men with the cheapest prices, and nearly everyone offers dean as the most reliable choice - and he ends up ruling out almost everyone else - maybe they're not fit to do the job, maybe they're just not interested in oil work. dean has been strapped for any bigger jobs since the spring roundup has finished up, so when sam disdainfully offers him a job, he has little choice but to agree.

it ends with the two of them stuck together in a little well, maybe 4x4 feet if we're being generous. sam doesn't usually get so hands-on - not anymore, at least - but he feels bad leaving dean down there alone.

there's oil bubbling up over their boots and onto their pants, coating the bottom lungs of the ladder they've messily hammered into the wall. the air is thick with their shared breath and the heat of their bodies as they drive the drill deeper into the rock. sam's overjoyed with the vein they've run into and dean is feeling the satisfaction of effort well spent and they're almost pressed together in that little space, heaving chest to heaving chest - and they're kissing before they're even thinking about it, adrenaline and unclean air and unfiltered heat pushing them against each other.

they're tangled in a sweaty mess, and dean's shirt is coated in oil and dust from where he's been pushed into the rock wall behind him and sam's bangs are stuck to his forehead with sweat, his fingers coated in thick, dark fluid that drips like pure shadow.

when they break apart, dark shadows cast over their faces and noses still brushing each other's, sam tries to swipe the oil off of dean's cheek with his thumb.

all he does is rub it in.

[disneyfemslash]

Missing your GF, and looking at photos of the two of you.

[beepject]

messed around on my computer and ofund paint 3d. uh. yeah. didnt expect this. i forgor.

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

DC Official Promo Art || Scarecrow

[soldiertransgender]

he was talking about me

[cryptvokeeper]

This feels like I just got recommended a video from an alternate timeline

[severefartoholic]

[reigningm4x]

oh fantastic we've reached the "m*x is only shipped with people that can make him look more tolerable and fix his image" stage in the "how can I justify why max ships are so popular" agenda

[leolovesthings]

[mondaymelon]