#john study

[rottencaniness]

regarding John Winchester—

I firmly believe he had love for Sam and Dean, I just don’t think he knew what to do without Mary or any other person to give him direction. Something constant in his life is his ability to know what to do, in the marines he was given tasks and jobs that he could follow, when Mary was alive she was there to lean on if he needed when it came to the boys, he knew how to be a normal parent with a wife and house and steady job, but when Mary died he lost all of that. I think he did care, I think when he drank a little too much and came home late to see the boys already tucked away per Deans doing his heart ached, he knew he was messing up and a part of him only wanted to scoop the little boys into his arms and hush their sorrows away, show them that they were loved and cared about the way he and Mary wanted them to be. But he wasn’t that family man anymore, he couldn’t hold them or show his love, losing Mary ruined every aspect of his life and changed the way his brain worked, he couldn’t think straight about the boys needs or care because Mary was gone, she was supposed to be there to raise them with him, she was their mother and his wife, he had lost everything when he lost her. The devastation took him over and I think if John had the chance he would go back and do it all over, change his treatment of his sons and make their lives better, or at least try to

And when he died and was left with all the guilt of everything— Mary would wrap him in her arms and whisper that she knew, she knew he tried his best and she knew how bad his grief was, that she understood everything he did and how it all played out, and she listened to his sobs for her and felt his ache when he’d look down at pictures of her that were just barely salvaged out of the fire, because she had the same ache in her chest, they were each others fateful lovers, cupid and god worked together to make them a couple, there was nothing that could come between them — and their boys, their precious sons, they were supposed to be cherished and loved the same way John and Mary loved one another, in their heads they had a life planned for their sons that was safe and joyful, neither of them wanted the misery and despair their sons would be forced to face long after each of their deaths

john didn’t want his sons to be destined to a life of misery and unfairness, he cared for them and loved them deeply

[victusinveritas]

Dogs have had many jobs throughout history, in this case: Revenge.

[erwinsvow]

young, shy reader and price who is just a little too old for it be considered fine. it’s not like that’s stopping either of them. soft spoken, jittery shy reader who’s really sick and tired of boys her age—she can barely hold a conversation with them—who is just so taken aback at how assertive price is. they meet, and plans for a first date are cemented before the end of the hour. he actually comes to pick her up—and while she’s scrambling to get shoes on, thinking she needs to rush outside to meet him, he knocks on the door.

he’s brought flowers. the whole thing seems like something out of a movie. everything about price is so… gentlemanly. the way he holds doors open, pulls chairs back, walks on the side of street closer to the road. the way she doesn’t have to fret and die over bad communication. no, he does all of that, without even being asked. it’s a little dumb, but that’s the state of dating right now. so this is such a breath of fresh air it’s like getting the wind knocked out of you. as enamored you are with him, you hope you’re not reading into it too much—is he like this with every girl he picks up in a bar?

but then days turn to weeks which turn to months—and john price has become the most consistent part of your life, the best part of each day and whose voice can lull you to sleep each night. and you settle nicely into the role—a cute pretty thing in a sundress that fits perfectly on his arm, attached at his side. and maybe you are just a little too young for him, but you can hardly care when he has you creaming all over his dick once, twice, three times a day, sometimes. yes, your boyfriend is a little older. just a little.

[violinfantasy]

when the academic article is so good it has you giggling and kicking your feet

[zlinkiez]

Something something... Eldritch Podcast men and their Chekov's lighters. I just love them so.

[zarstarss]

leyendecker art study but it’s ghostsoap because im autistic as shit and everything i draw has to have The Funny Characters

(original is called Portrait of Two Men!)

[maslickonachlebik]

AWW THEY LOOK SO CUTE IN THIS VERSION

[livingforthehopeofitall02]

Excuse me Mr Arthur Conan Doyle, explain why I’m sitting here blushing at Watson making Sherlock blush

And Sherlock seems so happy to be complimented each time too

It’s so cute, I don’t even need fanfiction to queer-ify it.

[bluegiragi]

that bike's not the only thing getting ridden tonight

(this was inspired by this photoset which promptly filled my head with all sorts of mechanic au ideas😵‍💫)

[incinerated-vestiges]

Smile for the camera!

[leatherandmossprints]

‘Sketch for Eros and Psyche’ by John Singer Sargent, c. 1917-21.

[samglyph]

We’ve all seen that one painting, right. Right.

(Study of The shadow by Daniela Astone)

[xxjewellynwatts]

LMAOO AM I IN A SHERLOCK EPISODE OR STHG???????

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

smutty headcanons part 4, mdni please :))

"stay right where you are," simon says as you're mid-step in your attempt to get closer to him.

closer to where he sat comfortably, legs spread apart, his cock heavy in his hand, pumping slowly.

hazel eyes piercing, staring right into yours.

"just watch," he says, and it takes every fibre of your being to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.

he continued the motion, up and down, up and down, his pace never faltering as he watched your eyes darken with lust, breath growing heavy despite being untouched.

"please," you whisper after a few minutes, desperation reaching a fever peak. he only clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

"please what, pretty girl? i taught you to ask for what you want, didn't I?" he says, and you shrink a little in embarrassment.

but you weren't even sure what you wanted. to sink down onto his cock and ride him till the sun goes down, or to suck him dry, until your hunger for him was satiated.

"tell me what you want, princess. i'll give you whatever you need,"

bonus:

"fucking hell, couldn't have waited till i got home ya freaks," johnny says as he enters the room, eyes locked onto yours as you bounced on simon's lap.

despite the haze of your brain, you reach your hand out for him, your pace faltering as you do.

simon clicks his tongue, gripping tighter onto your hips as he begins to fuck up into you, taking over control of the pace.

you crumple down onto him, grasping onto his shoulders as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

"well, are you joining us or not?" simon asks, glancing over to johnny who stood with his mouth agape, just watching.

you have never seen him move faster in your life.

[halfdeadies]

[the-evil-clergyman]

Study for Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus by John William Waterhouse (1900)