Day 2 Of Improving My Drawing Skills By 'borrowing' Poses From Pinterest.

dean winchester x the smashing pumpkins

this almost made my capcut crap out i hope u like it <3

Ranchers part 2

As Tango arrived at the farm, Jimmy was already fully awake, working on harvesting the wheat. Tango yawned, amazed by Jimmy’s productivity. His eyes lit up visibly when he saw Tango, a smile erupted from his face. “Hey Tango! Good morning!” Tango rubbed his eyes, “How are you so energetic?” Jimmy laughed, “I’m used to waking up early, plus,  I drink a whole ton of tea along with my breakfast to keep me awake.” “I see, I’ll note that for tomorrow.” Tango jokes. “Anyway, what do I have to do sir?” “Just call me Big man Jim, or Jimmy is fine. You don’t have to go to formalities.” Jimmy said, with a tone of disgust in his voice. Tango could see a grin creeping up the side of his mouth. He smiled, as Jimmy slowly went through all the chores he had to do, going into a full lecture on how to do them. Tango was astonished that Jimmy had to do all that by himself and at a professional level as well. He couldn’t believe that Jimmy ran this whole farm basically his whole life and- “Did you hear that?” Tango shook himself out of his phase. “Uh, yeah, yep, every single word.” Jimmy grinned. “Great! Let’s get started then!”

Yaoi-Off 2025-2: Elegy of a Broken World

Joel fails miserably

Inspired by @your-daily-dose-of-caffeine's fanart

The winds picked up as Joel climbed higher and higher, threatening to push him over the edge any minute. 98….99….100. As he placed the last block, he took a moment to think about what he was about to do. He could hear the muffled yelling from his friends gathering down beneath him, Martyn was slowly climbing up the pole, ready to take a guess at his task. He could almost hear Grian’s protests to ‘be careful’. Joel knew Grian was anxious. Why was he scared again? It wasn’t like Grian’s the one up here. He shook his head, clearing any thoughts that would prevent him from completing his task. Joel needed this. It was almost like someone was watching him, not from below, but from above, egging him to jump. Egging him to fall. Egging him to DIE. Joel jumped. The wind grew stronger and stronger at each minute of his fall, whistling in his ear. He could feel the pressure of the atmosphere getting stronger. He fumbled to get his water bucket out of his inventory. Why didn’t I have it in my hand in the first place?! I’m such a blummin idiot.  I should’ve come prepared. I’m such a- Pain shot through his legs, his consciousness was fading, he could hear Grian’s anguished scream, the audience was in shock, He missed the water! I can’t believe he missed the water!  Someone..someone was laughing, laughing at him. He struggled to look up to find the culprit,  just to see a black figure with looming wings, all his eyes (eyes?) were filled with humour. The figure resembled someone he knew, someone he thought he could trust. “Grian?” Joel muttered. And then he passed out.

I hope Iskall85 understands that comparing himself, somebody who was a creep to people in his dms and who cheated on his partner, to women and marginalized people getting murdered, is disgusting.

He didn’t refute the screenshots being real, and he also put blame on the Hermitcraft server for cancelling him when they put out a neutral statement about the situation and gave him an opportunity to discuss what was happening. He’s been on Hermitcraft for eight years, he had close friends on the server. They did not think it was fun or advantageous to have this conversation. Some of the victims haven’t come out against him publicly, and there’s no motive for his moderators and team, who financially benefitted from him, to accuse him other than that being the truth. The hermits haven’t said much of anything at all, and what they did say months ago was short and precise, as well as contradictory to Doc’s statements on the hermits trying the best they could to talk to him.

If you support Iskall85 after this statement and after the evidence which has been presented then block me, because I don’t want to see you around. He very clearly guilted his former staff and threatened the people he harmed, and this is not behavior that should be tolerated in any way.

Progress! Still working on it, but I want everyone to know that I listened and I'll finish it.

This gives me a fanfic idea…..hmmm

I kinda like, died working on this

pls enjoy it TwT

For @derpqueen22

Okay but the thing is that Cas cradled Dean’s soul when he saved it from hell, not his physical body. So while there was a brand on Dean’s shoulder that didn’t end up being permanent, there was a permanent brand of Cas’s grace on Dean’s actual soul. And as they got closer and grew together, it became less of a brand. Dean’s soul fully integrated Cas’s grace and made it a part of his soul instead of a separate thing.

And so Cas confesses and the empty comes and takes him but something is wrong. Because it has Cas, wrapped up nice and tight, but there’s— there’s something missing, something askew. The empty can’t put Cas fully to sleep the way it wants and it’s left with him awake and annoying, just like before. And it tries, god does it try. But because a small piece of Cas’s grace remains outside of the empty, embedded in Dean’s soul, it’s unable to gain full control over him like it wants.

And while it seems like Dean had been unaware of this the last time Cas had made a trip to the empty, he may have figured it out this time. Or he’s just clinging that desperately to his memories of and feelings for Cas, because both Cas and the empty feel continuous tugs on the grace, starting at the part that has made itself a protective shield around Dean’s heart.

And sure, the empty would be thrilled to just swallow Dean and the remaining piece of grace up, too. But it can’t, because Dean’s soul can’t exist in the empty, and Cas’s grace can’t be extracted from Dean’s soul. And with every tug, Cas seems to grow bolder, more confident. Because Dean isn’t letting their bond weaken, despite everything. Dean isn’t giving up hope, they can both feel that, so Cas won’t either.

So at some point the empty has to choose: put up with Cas forever or give up on Cas forever. Because it will never be able to fully own Cas, even after Dean is dead. As long as Dean’s soul continues to cling to Cas, he will never belong to anyone but Dean. So the empty throws in the towel, gives up, and tells Cas to never come near it again. Go the hell away and never come back. And Cas is all too happy to oblige.

The empty doesn’t even bother keeping Cas’s grace and returning him human because that small part inside Dean is more powerful than expected and there’s no saying if Cas would even be truly human anyway.

Dean’s sitting in the war room of the bunker, eyes closed with a hand pressed over his chest, when Cas pops back in. The empty spits him out much in the same way it ate him up and suddenly he’s just standing there, staring at Dean and a wide-eyed Sam.

“Holy shit.” Sam mumbles, staring at Cas as if he’s a ghost.

But Dean doesn’t look surprised at all. “I knew it.” He says, then he repeats it with more feeling. “I fucking knew it! I could feel you.” He taps his chest. “Here. I knew you weren’t gone.”

“I can’t believe you were right.” Sam says, but his disbelief has turned into a smile.

“I told you.” Dean says smugly as he rises from his chair. “I told you that he was going to come back.”

Sam stands too, beating Dean to Cas and wrapping him up in a hug. “He wouldn’t let go of you.” Sam murmurs into Cas’s ear. “He refused to budge even an inch.”

“I could feel it.” Cas answers, and then he taps his own chest as Sam pulls away. “Here.”

“Goddamn right you could.” Dean shoves Sam out of the way unceremoniously before reaching out to grab Cas by the face and pull him into a searing kiss. “Don’t ever pull that shit again.”

Later, after some twenty more kisses, Sam manages to ask what the hell actually happened. He asks how Dean knew, what they could both feel. And Cas explains— talking about his grace and Dean’s soul and how the bond they shared deepened into something entirely different. And he’s warmed from the inside out the whole time because Dean stands firmly at his side, a soft smile on his face as he rubs his chest and if he’s intentionally infusing warmth into Cas’s grace.

Tango scribbles :3

(Pinterest inspo photo under cut)