#so glad to be home

[letsmakethenaughtylistt]

Michigan sun my beloved

[edenfenixblogs]

For everyone who asks how I’m so patient:

I want you to know that I have a fantastic set of parents. A truly remarkably supportive mother and a very loving father…

…who are both the youngest siblings in their family and have that energy.

My dad can press my buttons worse than anyone else. He can enrage me in like 0.5 seconds. And my mom responds to me being enraged by laughing.

So, you know, you develop a deep inner zen. It’s a survival technique.

[frodo-baggins]

mini holiday photo dump! 🥰

[chez-cinnamon]

AT LONG LAST PAGE 9 HAS MADE IT!!! Frank is safe and sound guys!! Can't say the same with Julie though...

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[clownsuu]

✨weird request but...

can you draw wally giving howdy a present or can you show wally giving some kind of affection to howdy?

THANK U LUV YOUR ART💖💖💖💖

Gay people jumpscare

[paper-starz]

Guess who’s back, back again

DID YA MISS ME??? I sure missed drawing this lovely fella💖

The past 2 months have been a wee bit hectic, from school, to work, to other things that have been going around in my life that I just haven’t been able to post anything at all (I might explain this better in another post) So, It was pretty nice to just relax and enjoy drawing for once!

But that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t drawing at all! I might’ve been working on my own stuff, who knowsssss 👀

Original Sketch and doodles below!

[edorazzi]

It's Tintin Day again! ⚽✨

I know nothing about football but 'twas the season! And as a true Scotsman Haddock has been supporting every team which isn't England. Careful, Tintin!!! 😬

[positivelyadhd]

reminder that making time for your friends, even when you're tried and socialising feels overwhelming is important to do every so often. it's especially important to do this actually.

time alone can be good, for a time, but humans are social creatures and we need to talk to people, there's nothing wrong with that!!

sometimes the more time you spend alone the more your brain will tell you to stay alone. that's not true, you're allowed to (and should!!) see people that are important to you. sometimes that alone can be surprisingly healing.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A rejuvenating encounter.

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[ink--theory]

coming back home after going through unimaginable hell the squeakuel

[hydrachea]

Explorers of Sky is a good game.

[catlover4536]

I am once again here to remind y'all that I love them.

[satans-knitwear]

Live music in a pub garden is healing fr

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[vizabel]

we can't keep doing this bill

[babygirlwolverine]

cas had texted and said he’d be back at the bunker that night, and dean had stayed up until almost 3am waiting for the angel. when cas hadn’t walked through the bunker door, dean had to drag himself to bed before he passed out on the war table.

he didn’t sleep for long though, waking up just after 6am to check his phone. no messages from cas. was it too soon to start worrying?

making his way to the kitchen for a very strong cup of black coffee, dean shuffled past the bag in hallway while he rubbed blearily at his eyes. it took several long seconds before dean realized he’d almost tripped over cas’ overnight bag and he quickly backtracked and made a beeline for cas’ room.

the room was empty, no sign of cas’ current trenchcoat or of the angel anywhere.

frowning, dean wandered the hallways, searching for any signs of cas. but there was nothing. the bunker was quiet. empty. not even sam was awake yet.

convincing himself that the overnight bag had always been there and he’d just forgotten because he was tired, dean trudged back towards the kitchen by cutting through the library.

and he froze, mid-step.

slumped, lying curled up between two of the chairs at the table, was a sleeping angel using his trenchcoat as a pillow against the hard wooden seats.

a sleeping angel who was bundled up under dean’s old hoodie; the clothing item which usually held a permanent place in the backseat of the impala. the same hoodie that had gone missing a week ago.

dean’s heart stuttered in his chest.

his feet carried him gently across the library and he found himself reaching out and brushing a lock of hair off of cas’ forehead. the hood of the jacket was tucked up under cas’ chin, almost as if the angel had been burying his face in the cotton material, but the rest of it was slipping off and threatening to fall onto the floor.

breath catching in his throat, dean softly readjusted the hoodie and wrapped it around cas’ shoulders. cas let out a content sigh in his sleep, and dean suddenly felt weak in the knees.

cas had taken dean’s jacket with him when he’d left the bunker last week. and now, cas was using his hoodie as a blanket. a concept that years ago dean would’ve sworn up and down that cas would never understand because angels didn’t have feelings. yet, here cas was, carrying around dean’s old clothes, wearing his heart on dean’s worn sleeves.

smiling to himself, dean quietly made his way back to the kitchen to make honey tea for cas and a pot of coffee. he was going to need the caffeine courage to show cas that this was mutual.

as the coffee brewed and the tea steeped, dean snuck back into cas’ room and collected the one thing he was missing. wrapping one of cas’ old trenchcoats around his shoulders, dean was finally ready to put his own heart onto cas’ sleeve.