#and im eepy as hell

[filthyjanuary]

IM DONE MY FUCKING ESSAYYYYYYY

[reallilystuff]

glorious leader what the fuck is that thing. what is that. get that cat out of the cult grounds I think it has rabies.

drawing the lambs wool is surprisingly fun ngl

[tmnt-on-the-mind]

they’re taking a nap :)

[cleumoo]

eauhgj happy valentines on a hyperfixation i never knew i'll be on so much cry cry cyr (they did smell testing on different perfumes cause beel insisted))

[castielafflicted]

the angels, unable to stop cas from killing them: he's a war criminal!

dean, able to stop cas with a single touch: he's just a lil guy. look at him

cas, as soon as dean looks at him: 🥺🥰

[dxmnsvoid]

[rckstrfoxy]

sup

[haggaill]

People says today (yesterday) is pocky day so

Only sketch because its 3 AM here imbboutvto sleep

[louisentheirbees]

just a girl in a world where i don’t have nap time

[sentientsky]

the cicadas are singing somewhere outside and your heart is in your throat and he's looking you in the eyes with something resembling trust and you don't know if you deserve it. your vision's gone all kaleidoscopic and dizzying, the crowd dissolving into fractures of light and cacophony. and still, he's handing you the gun. you feel an oil slick settle under your skin, feel it sizzle and spit in the incandescent heat of a stage turned colosseum, turned hallowed, wretched ground wherever the light finds purchase. you're a demon and he's an angel and neither one of you has ever known the shape of sickness, never felt it settle in the wing-span-bird-hollows of your bones. but you know it now; know the way it slithers, acrid and vicious, carving into the gore of your esophagus. you know it now like an old friend; like the swoop of pale eyelashes against skin; like the slope of his throat, and the way his voice rises at the end as he speaks prophecy into being: aim for my mouth. his mouth—his soft/slanting/beautiful mouth, so far away from your own. fear strings itself between the rungs of your ribcage, burrows deep into aorta and vessel and gore.

but shoot past my ear. and he says it as though you've ever held a weapon with any trace of volition; as though you wouldn't rather face destruction than watch him come to ruin, than let his blood be on your hands (centuries spool out before you, and you're standing in a darkened theatre with a make-believe king and a thane and a ghost. and you can see the woman stained with blood no longer there. you watch the way she tears at her own flesh, scrubs it raw as though she might be made holy once more. the space between your shoulder blades ache). you don't think you could hurt him even if you tried. but the stage lights are so sickly and you're choking back bile and he's a million miles away from you. there's something cracking apart in your chest. the night is heady—the cicadas still sing outside. and you're trembling. you're so close to calling it all off, to pulling him into the wings and out into the amnesia of a heavy night. exit stage right, and all that. but then, trust me. and there it is. it crashes into you with a devastating, inevitable certainty. you'd do anything he wished. you'd rend the sky apart with your teeth. you'd reach into your chest and hand him your all-too-human heart, if only he'd ask. so you hold your breath. you aim. and you pray.

[fauxbia]

I’m normal about space

[hlxtn]

Piraté Atsu WIP

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[tallyhoot]

woagh a wip

[gummy-axolotl]

I'm so confused I was looking at TADC fanart and I saw some really cute ship art but the person who posted it had a "proshippers DNI" banner?? Like?? Babe you literally posted ship art I'm so confused

[darubyprincx]

i die and my soul finally ascends into the highest plane of existence. i can see everything in every plane of every reality that exists in every universe at once and i can finally after years of reaching as a human grasp in one fleeting moment the inherent truth of existence as a whole. i am finally at peace. somewhere below in the intricate expanse of labyrinthine constructs of logic and spacetime there glimmers like an abstraction of a star my understanding of the universe as it was when i was still confined to humanity. it is so small but still so, so bright.

"kinda defeats the purpose, doesn't it?" asks a fellow newly ascended soul, standing next to me. (we do not truly stand. there is no need for physical forms here, but old habits die hard.) "look at how little we knew back then. it's tiny."

i think back to the blurriness of that time, of the colors and the emotions and the pain and the love that wound through it gently like the roots of a tree in the earth. Earth. I remember Earth. I was there once. When I was very small the storms in the sky and their noises terrified me. As I grew older I learned to love them and eventually wait excitedly for them. they still have storms in the ascended plane of existence, of course, but they're much closer to lines of code in a computer screen. i chuckle to myself. nobody there ever really seemed to understand how close those devs actually got to the afterlife, least of all the devs themselves. but lines of code that make up a storm do not make a storm. you have to be there in person for it to truly be a storm. and for that you must have been human at one point.

"i think that time carried its own charms," i say. we are both silent. the world pulsates gently below