#john study

[rottencaniness]

regarding John Winchester—

I firmly believe he had love for Sam and Dean, I just don’t think he knew what to do without Mary or any other person to give him direction. Something constant in his life is his ability to know what to do, in the marines he was given tasks and jobs that he could follow, when Mary was alive she was there to lean on if he needed when it came to the boys, he knew how to be a normal parent with a wife and house and steady job, but when Mary died he lost all of that. I think he did care, I think when he drank a little too much and came home late to see the boys already tucked away per Deans doing his heart ached, he knew he was messing up and a part of him only wanted to scoop the little boys into his arms and hush their sorrows away, show them that they were loved and cared about the way he and Mary wanted them to be. But he wasn’t that family man anymore, he couldn’t hold them or show his love, losing Mary ruined every aspect of his life and changed the way his brain worked, he couldn’t think straight about the boys needs or care because Mary was gone, she was supposed to be there to raise them with him, she was their mother and his wife, he had lost everything when he lost her. The devastation took him over and I think if John had the chance he would go back and do it all over, change his treatment of his sons and make their lives better, or at least try to

And when he died and was left with all the guilt of everything— Mary would wrap him in her arms and whisper that she knew, she knew he tried his best and she knew how bad his grief was, that she understood everything he did and how it all played out, and she listened to his sobs for her and felt his ache when he’d look down at pictures of her that were just barely salvaged out of the fire, because she had the same ache in her chest, they were each others fateful lovers, cupid and god worked together to make them a couple, there was nothing that could come between them — and their boys, their precious sons, they were supposed to be cherished and loved the same way John and Mary loved one another, in their heads they had a life planned for their sons that was safe and joyful, neither of them wanted the misery and despair their sons would be forced to face long after each of their deaths

john didn’t want his sons to be destined to a life of misery and unfairness, he cared for them and loved them deeply

[wizard0rbs]

when the academic article is so good it has you giggling and kicking your feet

[bluegiragi]

that bike's not the only thing getting ridden tonight

(this was inspired by this photoset which promptly filled my head with all sorts of mechanic au ideas😵‍💫)

[samglyph]

We’ve all seen that one painting, right. Right.

(Study of The shadow by Daniela Astone)

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

smutty headcanons part 4, mdni please :))

"stay right where you are," simon says as you're mid-step in your attempt to get closer to him.

closer to where he sat comfortably, legs spread apart, his cock heavy in his hand, pumping slowly.

hazel eyes piercing, staring right into yours.

"just watch," he says, and it takes every fibre of your being to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.

he continued the motion, up and down, up and down, his pace never faltering as he watched your eyes darken with lust, breath growing heavy despite being untouched.

"please," you whisper after a few minutes, desperation reaching a fever peak. he only clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

"please what, pretty girl? i taught you to ask for what you want, didn't I?" he says, and you shrink a little in embarrassment.

but you weren't even sure what you wanted. to sink down onto his cock and ride him till the sun goes down, or to suck him dry, until your hunger for him was satiated.

"tell me what you want, princess. i'll give you whatever you need,"

bonus:

"fucking hell, couldn't have waited till i got home ya freaks," johnny says as he enters the room, eyes locked onto yours as you bounced on simon's lap.

despite the haze of your brain, you reach your hand out for him, your pace faltering as you do.

simon clicks his tongue, gripping tighter onto your hips as he begins to fuck up into you, taking over control of the pace.

you crumple down onto him, grasping onto his shoulders as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

"well, are you joining us or not?" simon asks, glancing over to johnny who stood with his mouth agape, just watching.

you have never seen him move faster in your life.

[halfdeadies]

[the-evil-clergyman]

Study for Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus by John William Waterhouse (1900)

[ohhyperbola]

This was supposed to be another silly shitpost but i got way too much into it.

[leatherandmossprints]

‘Sketch for Eros and Psyche’ by John Singer Sargent, c. 1917-21.

[barghest-land]

pursued by a memory

[izel-scribbles]

thanks for reducing the quality to shit, tumblr (click for hd)

based on the kiss by gustav klimt

[pre-raphaelisme]

Study for Lamia by John William Waterhouse

[solarmidnight]

Supernatural: Dean is in heaven, a better place. He gets to drive around for forty years waiting for Sam to show! Isn't that great? Perfect ending for him! 😊

Dean, the very moment people took their eyes off him:

[petitcroc]

A lil study based on this Leyendecker painting [ x ]

[corvigoth]

saw x screencap i did a study of a while ago, something about this framing was so angelic

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

smutty brainrot part 3...?

you lay spread out on a desk, simon's desk no less, with papers scattered all around you in an attempt to clear the space.

between your spread legs knelt johnny, eagerly lapping up the evidence of your arousal like a man starved.

but your eyes weren't on him, instead they were simon who simply loomed in the corner, eyes roaming your body unashamedly. his mask was rucked up from when johnny pulled him into a kiss not 5 minutes earlier.

when he catches you watching him, the bastard only smirks smugly.

"oh gods," you moan, your eyes shutting in bliss as johnny presses his fingers in.

simon clicks his tongue, making his way over before grasping your chin. "eyes on me, pretty girl," he says, but your body refuses to obey his words.

he clicks his tongue again disapprovingly, gripping slightly harder.

"are you gonna make me repeat myself, love?"

this time you force your eyes open despite the flush of embarassment.

"there we go, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

somehow even more arousal pools in the pit of your stomach, your mind growing hazy.

"keep talking, l.t, our girl seems to like it," johnny says before delving back in. this time he swirls his tongue around your clit, and your back arches of the table involuntarily.

simon hums, pressing his hand down on your lower belly to keep you in place. that only serves to heighten the pleasure, and you feel yourself rushing towards that peak.

"you're doing so good, love. taking it so well," he murmurs into your ear, and you practically sob in pleasure.

"im close, oh fuck please, im so close," you say with a shudder.

"come on, cum for us pretty girl," simon says, and like a switch flipped you cum immediately, johnny's fingers and tongue helping you ride through your orgasm.

but soon after, it transitions from being 'too good' to 'too much', but johnny was always known for his voracious appetite after all.

you can't even gasp out the words, but simon can read you like the back of his hand.

"that's enough," simon mutters gruffly, a quiet 'tsk' escaping his lips as he grabs johnny by the hair, yanking him away from between your legs.

his eyes are dazed, drunk on the taste of you and your pleasure as he grins goofily.

"so...round two?"