#distracting me and sam.’

[quietwingsinthesky]

girl!jack being casually sexually harassed by dean in between threats of violence and this never being brought up beyond a vague sad line from sam about how he should stop treating her like that, would have fit right in with the vibes of late seasons supernatural. terrible things keep happening, and the only energy they can summon up about it is apathy that perpetuates the suffering.

[yourstrulynobody]

One of the smartest ones, lost in the past; his mind agreeing with his heart. It speaks, not minding the hands holding his body back: "Its them. We can love again."

based of today's eaps ep since I decided that Ive posted enough wholesome bits and need to do angst /silly

[kapelukh]

okay but i bet now we all can agree that thunderbolts* needs a sambucky moment as well

[seasononesam]

Secondly, we’re Zanna. Me and... me and the victim, we’re Zanna. We help kids. We’re the good guys. Sam, tell him.

[bakasara]

when you're having boring married sex with your husband... i guess... 🙄 -- kiss detail:

[wunderjo]

In S10E02, Sam tracks Dean to a bar, gets out his pair of magic handcuffs, and then... walks towards DEMON Dean with the expectation? hope??? that Dean will just LET him put those on??

Sam has a busted arm, he's just been beaten up, so he's definitely not going over there with the intention to fight Dean. He doesn't have the element of surprise to get out his holy water. His entire plan hinges on Dean once again submitting to his patented little-brother-wiles. He's throwing out sad puppy eyes and looking all pathetic and hoping that Dean will just hold out his wrists to be shackled.

That's... kind of an insane plan lol

[keen-eye]

when sam & ruby were having sex do u think that ruby ever imagined that she was fucking lucifer in sam’s body

[antianimus]

Its interesting how even the characters that seem to be the toughest and most willing to be violent in Look Outside absolutely crawl or judge Sam when hes playing Wake the Blood Knight. It made me think wouldnt it be cool if completing the game unlocked a doppelganger boss where there is a Sam that would embrace the gift to be the best "hero"

[jojaxcola]

do the sdv characters have canonical eye colors or do you just make them up?? i feel like you can kiiiinda see blue in abigail's eyes if you squint but that might just be the whites. i haven't looked that closely tho. love your art and i'm super obsessed with the jojamart series. excited to see my wife abigail if/when you ever draw her lol <3

Eye color in stardew is a bit wild because there are a lot of inconsistencies between the portraits and the sprites. Personally I just kinda go with my heart. Like with Sam who has blue eyes in his portrait and green eyes in his sprite, i split the difference and give him sorta teal eyes (it’s also why i draw him with an orange shirt, it’s yellow in the portrait and red in the sprite)

I agree with you on Abigail’s eyes being blue (i think i drew them purple before, but i looked at her portrait again recently and I think you’re right). And I’m actually working on an Abigail at the moment!! And an Emily, and a Haley, and a Leah, and a Maru, and a Penny ;)

[piniatafullofblood]

watching supernatural for the first time and seeing sam get hurt in the bloody mary episode in season one and watching dean run through the shop to get to him and kneel down in broken glass and pull his head down to his chest and run his hands through his hair while saying ‘sammy, sammy-‘ breathlessly even though he’s never called him that and realizing distinctly this is why supernatural has a Fandom

[bochedogmeat]

World war II’s very first para-trooping hunting dog

[starsillys]

they're trying to encourage me to finish up a big art thingy I'm dealing with (you might wanna zoom in for these ones,,, my camera quality is shit as fuck)

I get distracted very easily though + I absolutely DESPISE this assignmnet I'm sick of itt

(closeups down belowwwggg)

I'm screaming

[definitely-not-captain-america]

Vandenchomp → Van Chapman

[blanketfort-brainrot]

What, like this means anything?

They’re on a case where Dean “lost” another game of rock-paper-scissors with Sam while negotiating who would “fake date” their conveniently present angel friend for the Couples-Retreat case Sam came across.

Sam always knew it was going to be his brother and the angel from when he first realized he’d found an obvious case at a couples retreat on the Outer Banks of NC.

He found them both in the map room/bunker foyer. Castiel was sat in a chair on the far-end, closer to the staircase, while Dean sat at the corner of the map table, just to Cas’s left. He was taking up the longer stretch of table with a few beer bottles past his elbow, a spare, field-stripped rifle in front of him, and something else he’s covered with his forearm.

Considering the information Sam was walking in with, he decided to keep a polite distance; noticing the way they leaned towards eachother on the map table, with their elbows brushing every chance they got between little comments out of Sam’s earshot, it painted this scene a bit differently for the younger Winchester after a decade with these two idiots.

He was extremely mindful while deciding between rock, paper, and scissors—considering to himself whether Dean would break their usual pattern and/or if Sam should attempt to counteract it. He tried not to give away how he was looking at their situation while responding to Dean’s, predictable, throw of scissors.

“Tough luck” Sam said with a practiced tight grin and a swift double-pat on his older brother’s shoulder as he began a side step towards the hallway leading to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. That, or just to excuse himself from the tension he just brought into the room.

After Supernatural: The Musical, Sam had understood to avoid bringing up anything close to “Cas/Dean” directly in conversation with his brother… but this case… it looked promising.

Dean seemed sure of himself with his usual choice of scissors, but also panicked. Like this round of hand signs meant more than their usual division-of-labor/danger.

But now Dean’s been staring at Cas for a little too long after their brief negotiation.

What can of worms did Sam just open on himself?

Very cautiously, but attempting a laissez-faire mask towards the words he chose next, Sam spoke, “So, we thinking long-term boyfriends? Fiancés? Husbands?” He could feel the anxiety sweat begin to accumulate under his shirt, anticipating his brother’s chuffed response being crafted already.

What he didn’t expect was.. well…

Dean huffed out of his nose with a subtle, humorous breath, and turned to Cas, Though, he didn’t meet Cas’s curious gaze. “Aren’t we profoundly bound or something? Could just tell people that like it’s an inside joke.” At this point, Dean was going back and forth between fiddling with the stripped weapon on the map table and his own fingers, shifting the way he was sat in his chair to straighten his back out.

Cas looked down at his own hands in his lap, “I’m sure that could be found amusing to some people,” he seemed very tunnel focused on his own fiddling hands, until he looked towards Dean again, and Sam could have sworn he saw the angel’s right knee move to stretch under the table.

Dean very subtly jolted at what anyone could only assume was Cas’s knee having rested against Dean’s own left bow-leg beneath the bunker’s most frequently used table. There was tension filled silence before Cas continued his thought, “though I’d imagine that the strategic option would be to formulate some alternate narrative as to not confuse the ‘normal people’ should they ask for details.” Another long pause followed Dean’s unreadable expression toward their angel friend.

Cas’s fingers moved up to his tie and top dressshirt button, looking straight off at nothing in particular as he measuredly tightened the tie and fastened the white top button beneath the (now-professional-looking) blue knot at Cas’s throat. “When humans want something really really bad, we lie,” relaxed blue eyes shifted over to the green ones that had captured the whole spectacle of Castiel apparently knowing/remembering how to clean up so quickly after all these years. “Better to be prepared, should we be questioned, of course.”

Dean’s jaw clenched in its usual, yet currently weighted response to himself swallowing something down. Whether it was pain, guilt, doubt, fear, or something else, not even the older Winchester could decipher, not with this almost-nauseous pull in his gut.

He couldn’t stop. It was impulse. Now he was staring, mouth closing and opening as his throat bobbed with each swallow. “Right— yeah— Smart, Cas…”, another swallow.

‘Knew it, jerk.’ - Sam’s internal monologue relayed toward his older brother for the next few days as he began to awkwardly handle what he just started to unravel between Dean and their fallen-angel friend…

This may have been more entertaining in concept…

[themessyaofmind]

about to rewatch cabnw and tfatws this weekend (and read tons of sambucky fics) because that tb* post credit scene had just sunk in me and now I'm kinda actually really fucking pissed they did sam and bucky's relationship dirty after that hug and one 'I love you' from bucky

[existingtm]

Their little breakups never last long 🤦💀

Bonus Pathetic Dean (his lip actually trembled; you cannot make this stuff up):

Do you need Sam to breathe your air for you or...?