Castiel Is A Show-off In Lazarus Rising W His Wings And The Wind And Making The Lights Explode To Give

messing around in procreate (wings!)

ive never loved being an artist this much like i can draw my pookies together forever <3

what do you mean this wasn't what happened in season 6

“The sadness will last forever.” ― Vincent van Gogh

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i enjoy castiel

A re-work of this dinosaur from 2013 because DeanCas day.

TFW femnatural all together :)

it’s so surreal to me that supernatural went on for so long that the final arc of the show was literally the main characters screaming and begging and fighting for freedom and rest from a controlling and obsessive author/god who had been writing their lives up until that point, who simply would not let them die. it went on for so long that it went from being a show where the two leads used phones with antennae and made references to myspace, to being a show where they literally referenced the “sir, this is a wendy’s” meme and dean said “galaxy brained”. it went from being a dark and gritty show shot on film to being a show shot on digital where the saturation was so bright that it looked like a sitcom even at night. after 15 seasons, all the fear and grittiness and tension had been sucked out of the narrative. it devolved from a story about choosing free will over destiny into a story about whether or not having free will is even possible after you’ve discovered that god has personally controlled your whole life. the transformation from “classic kripke era” supernatural into “network controlled never-ending” supernatural was literally played out in the storyline of the show itself. it’s unbelievable.

I think we should have seen Castiel pushing his vessel beyond human limits in a fight. Like, in a very gory way.

Castiel not bothering to heal his vessel until after the fight is over and everyone is dead. Just imagine a man-shaped thing with a hole in its head, its guts spilling out, its ribs showing—still standing, still clutching its blade, still coming after you.

He’d make a lovely horror creature.