Lockwood: Barnes says children shouldn’t swear
Lockwood: So I'm swearing in ice cream flavours instead, and it's great, because he hates it and keeps telling me to stop
George: How on earth do you swear in ice cream flavours?
Lockwood: What the mint chocolate chip did you just say to me, punk? I'll kick your rocky road and then punch the ever-loving strawberry cheesecake out of you!
George:
George: that was beautiful
not to be insane about her on main but you know I never stopped thinking about jessica right. you know I never stopped thinking about jess lockwood
shes like. she's JESS.
shes haunting the narrative. she's haunting lockwood. shes haunting nothing at all, in the literal sense, which is rather strange. shes in Lucy's face and the way she stands at the door. shes got lockwoods eyes, or maybe hes got hers. she's burned into her bedset. she's burned into her house. she's burned into wood. she's a broken pot. she's a clumsy rapier. she's waiting at the apple tree. shes sleeping under her covers. she likes stickers. she's a kid, she's a guardian, she's not going to take off the baby wallpaper in her bedroom. she's clung to youth. she's forced to grow up. she's younger than her baby brother. she's the world. shes important enough to die for. she's important enough to live because of. she's blue and swollen and on the floor and dead. she's pale and smiling and holding her brother in her lap, immortalized, shoved in a dresser drawer because somebody couldnt handle seeing her face.
she's that important. she's that important.
she's a lockwood, she's a mirror, she's lucy joan carlyle and anthony john lockwood and a reminder and a child and doomed, doomed, doomed in such a way that she could save everyone else.
she's the boxes lockwood couldn't open. she's the right time. she's warm feathers and stitches purposefully undone.
in her childishly wallpapered room, she is sitting, watching, cross legged on her bed.
Pairing: Dean x reader
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Messing around with a new art program, I liked how this turned out
kill them with kindness. WRONG!!!!!! MAGNESIUM FLARE 💥💥💥💥💥🧪🧪🧪💥💥💥💥✨✨✨💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥✨✨✨✨✨💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🧪🧪🧪✨✨✨🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🧪🧪🧪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🧪💥💥💥✨✨✨✨✨✨✨💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🧪🧪💥💥💥💥💥🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥✨✨✨💥💥💥
Summer is in full roasting mode here, so I wanted to draw something refreshing and fun! So have Dean and Castiel taking a quick break in a wild pond 😜
Prints available here!
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The evolution of Quill F. Kipps:-
The screaming staircase: "I hate him." "What a loser" "poser"
The whispering skull: "he's tolerable" "I pity him" "Poor man"
The hollow boy: "he's ok" "like a pitiful Chihuahua" "he's fine I guess"
The creeping shadow: "I am starting to like him" "he cares about them" "New member!"
The empty grave: "MY SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!" "<3My little orange vengeful chicken<3" " Is this what love feels like?"
Someone had to do this :D
Series: Lockwood & Co, source: Brooklyn 9-9
you are sam winchester and everyone you love ends up dead because of you. your mother burns on the ceiling. your girlfriend burns on the ceiling. your college friends were puppets planted there for you. the people underneath the demons are long gone. your brother stabs your childhood friend. you get reunited with an old flame. she chokes in front of you. a gift to you. a message to you. you are responsible for your loved ones dying. you meet a hunter and she gives you hope that you could build something real and lasting, but she is killed and you know it was your fault. she would have been fine if she hadn't met you. she comes back and gets taken away again. you're destined to kill the one person who's ever understood you in your entirety with no judgment. you still think about jessica. your hell is right here you are cursed to kill and kill and kill.
you are dean winchester and your loved ones keep killing themselves for you. they die and they die and they die and it's all for you. not just because of but for you. offerings of devotion that make you want to repay the favor but you keep springing back up like a grotesque clown in a box. your curse is to keep on living and living, carrying them within you. an altar stained with their sacrifice. an obscene fire sustained against your will by the corpses of your loved ones.
Alexia • 18 • she/her • A pile of bi chaos • I have no idea what I'm doing • Obsessed with L&Co, Spn and Music
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