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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

Absolutely insane talent!!!

feels we’re due another intro post, so—hello, supernatural fandom! you have probably seen me around by now over the past few months. i’m painting one still from every single episode of supernatural. i’m three seasons down, on to the fourth, and i’m very proud of what i’ve created so far!

i thought i should make another post explaining the project now that i’m getting into the meat of the narrative and i’ve hit cas. i think season four is my most ambitious season yet and i’m so excited to share what i’ve been working on with you all. here’s some of my favorite stills❣️

I cannot express the mind numbing bullshit that is having a complete creative block. I can’t write anything. I can’t draw anything. I can’t come up with new designs for soaps I want to make. I can’t get anything creative out and it’s pissing me off UHGGGGGG

The lords work

We did it!

1,000 works.

HOW MANY SPAM EVIL BOOPS UNTIL WE BECOME BOOP BESTIES AND MOOTS?!

The Bad Days

Dean Winchester, who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, who is self-sacrificial, who hides his anguish between snarky sarcastic jokes and a flirty, I-know-I'm-hot smirk, who is protective and loyal to those he loves to a fault, is not immune to bad days. In fact, Dean has them frequently, but the bad days, and I mean the really bad days, where the weight he holds and tries to shoulder alone finally comes crashing down on him, and all he can think about are the people he couldn't save, and the people he thinks he's failed all flash through his mind, and all the ways he's let down the people that matter most to him are all that he can see when he takes in his desolate reflection, are the days that he falters, and the days where he needs you the most. Those days that he pushes everyone away the most, those are the bad days I'm talking about.

Sometimes they'll start off ordinarily, or as ordinarily as a day in the life of a Winchester, or of a hunter, can. Those are the days when the angish sneaks below his feet, circling in the shadows and ensnaring him on Sam's pointed jab, or a flash of deja-vu as he catches a glimpse of a face that looks like someone he couldn't save. The days that start off mundane for Dean are the ones where the hair trigger could be anything from a misinterpreted joke, to a hunt gone sour, could send him into a spiral that would take even the strongest archangel out of commission for months at a time. Other times, the days will start with a heart-stopping jolt, with a cold sweat drenching the back of his shirt. On days when his morning starts with a anxiety-riddled, gasp as he stretches his arm across the bed, desperate to find the grounding comfort of your sleeping form beside him, he is surly and mean, and does everything in his power to isolate himself and push everyone away. Not out of a vindictive anger, but out of a deep-rooted self-loathing that makes him believe that he deserves this pain, that he deserves to be forgotten, abandoned, and hated by the people he holds dearest.

These are the days where he needs you most. Don't get me wrong, he wants you, and needs you every day, but when he's in a spiral, on the days where even basic kindness seems like something he doesn't even deserve to dream about, these are the days that he needs all of your love and concern. All of the worry that he teasingly tells you is wasted on a strong man like him, that he gets into shouting matches with Sam and Castiel over because damnit he is not an incapable child!

So on days like that, hold him a little tighter. Dote on him a little more. Tell him that you love him, and that he deserves kindness and love and he is not evil, hell he's not even bad. Remind him that for every mistake he's made, he's fixed a hundred others, and for every person he feels he's failed, he's save a thousand more.

On days when Dean Winchester feels like the world would be better off had he never been born, remind him how glad you are that he was. Remind him of how loved he is, and cuddle a little closer to him, and pretend not to notice the way your shirt grows damp when he buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally lets himself feel, lets himself cry.

So I!! Tried to draw hawks in JJBA style

I haven’t colored it or anything because I can’t color for shit, but I did a thing!! (M

And so, to protect man, and to save yourself the grief, you set up a shop selling blood treats. But you don’t use your own blood. No, that’s far too dangerous, and you’re far too afraid of having your blood drawn. So you turn to the cultures of the world that offer blood based treats and cuisines. Gathering many professionals, you create a unique, peculiar tea house, Bloody Immortali-tea, a tea house that serves almost exclusively blood based foods and the occasional blood infused tea. That way, those hoping to make good on a long-storied folly can safely feast on all the blood they could desire, and see that their foundation of hope were built on the sands of deceit, all while allowing you to keep your blood in your veins, and only in your veins.

You are an immortal, having to deal with the rather troublesome rumour that your blood grants immortal life. However, what those after your blood don’t know is that since you can’t die, you are an excellent host to several deadly bacteria and viruses-all existing peacefully in your blood.

I’m sorry y’all I’m in my hurt/comfort // all hurt/no comfort arc rn bc I cannot find what I want and so I have to do it I know I call myself miss fix-it fic but all I want is suffering atm I’m sorry

Always the writer, never the reader.

Claiming this nrg! !

I want to write my fic I want to write my fic I want to write me fic---