#of course they are the end goal

[kettlefire]

WIP Wednesday

(We’re pretending it’s not 3am on a Thursday, shhhhhhhh)

“Come on Sammy.” Dean sighed, resting a hand on his disgruntled brother’s neck. Sam shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly, not enough to shrug off the hand. “We’ll go out, and look around when we’re done. Okay?” 

“Yea Dean, sure.” Sam nodded, giving Dean a small smile before pulling out a small box from the car. “Sounds good.” Dean smiled, following suit. 

The trio worked quietly, moving boxes through the house. Picking out rooms, the boys settled on the second floor, John’s on the first. It was easy, even if the tension was still there. It wasn’t long before John  tapped out, leaving to check in with a mechanic job he had ready to start once they moved. 

Dean sighed, glancing around the empty home. The place was bare even with it being pre-furnished. It didn’t feel like it would ever become home, not like his childhood home, not like Bobby’s home did. Still, the least Dean could do was try to make things easier for Sam. A sigh escaped the teen, as he glanced towards the door. 

John helped clear out the impala, leaving the boxes on the driveway before he left. Sam was still working with Dean to bring the boxes in, only complaining slightly which the older teen appreciated. The debate stands on whether the two should unpack the boxes first, or go out into town. He figured he had enough in his wallet to treat Sammy to a diner.

 “Dean?” Sam’s voice called from the front lawn, pulling Dean out of his thoughts. The teen’s eyebrows furrowed, quickly moving through the door frame and taking in the sight before him. Sam was standing closer to the house, and a box settled at his feet. A man was smiling at him, a younger man, maybe his son, stood next to him.

“Can we help you?” Dean asked, taking a stand in front of Sam. The man nodded, holding out a filled brown paper bag. 

“Hello, my name is Chuck Novak. I live just across the street from you.” The man, Chuck, motioned towards the house diagonal from theirs. “This is my son, Michael, we’re just stopping by to greet the new neighbors.”

“My sister Anna baked banana bread as a welcome.” Michael spoke up, his posture just as perfect as his father. Which left Dean a little suspicious, it wasn’t until then that he realized Chuck was a priest. “I hope you have no allergies.”

“Uh, thanks.” Dean nodded, taking the bag from the man. “I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam. Our dad’s taking a trip to his new job.”

“Hopefully we can have a better introduction soon, I’m on my way to my church.” Chuck spoke, motioning towards his simple dark car behind him. “I hope to see you three there sometime?”

“Our dad said we’re attending Thursdays.” Sam spoke up, watching the two with a careful eye. 

“Perfect. Until next time.” Dean watched the men leave, something in his gut told him this wasn’t right. Something about them rubbed him the wrong way. 

“I don’t like them.” Sam mumbled, picking up the forgotten box from the ground. “I don’t care what treats they bring.” Dean couldn’t help but smile at that, a little proud that his baby brother followed his own gut. 

“Don’t worry Sammy, I don’t either.” Dean rustled Sam’s hair, ignoring the swat as his hand and reminder that his name is just Sam. “But hey, free banana Bread.” Dean grinned, glancing back at his brother he followed him into the new house.

[journey-to-the-attic]

incredibly stupid comic idea that falls in the category of "came to me late at night and had to draw it as soon as possible"

[learnelle]

life update: at the start of September I was told I couldn’t study psychology anymore (after 2 part-time years!!) due to changes in my course structure. After crying literally all day, I enrolled in a Parisian university to study B2 level French, and studied hard for the entrance exam. I passed, and then my psych uni got back to me, saying they will make an exception, so I can continue to major in psych again. I’m not sure how I’ll balance 15 psych and 35+ french credits this year between 3 universities, but it seems like everything works out in the end.❤️

[ohitslen]

College (uni??) AU catering to my own interests as it should always be hehe :)

[ink-the-artist]

I am so curious if anyone else does this, one of the most useful things I do when making art is being stupidly overconfident almost deluding myself, like if throughout the entire process I completely convince myself I can pull off whatever it is I’m trying to do, even if it’s something beyond my skill level that I naturally don’t end up reaching at the end, the end result comes out better than I expect even when it doesn’t look like what I was going for. I don’t rly know how to properly explain this but I’ve been doing it all my life and it’s probably one of the funniest mental processes I go through when making art

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

(whispering into the void) you can’t be mad at a game for having battles when that is one of the whole points of the game. it’s not a tv show it’s a recording of a game where battles are one of the main components. you can’t only want roleplay just watch a tv show for that. anyway please don’t smite me

[lightandfellowship]

[Image description: Digital KHDR fanart depicting the upperclassmen as chess pieces. At the very bottom of the image are four chess pieces representing Hoder, Heimdall, Sigrun, and Helgi. They are upside down and silhouetted in black against a white background. Above them are two rows of black and white squares forming a chess board pattern. Above that are three pedestals holding up Vali, Vidar, and Vala's chess pieces, with Vidar's piece resting on the tallest pedestal in the middle. Both the chess pieces and the pedestals are silhouetted in white against a black background. Above them is a white heart with Baldr's hand silhouetted in black inside of it. He holds the iconic Kingdom Hearts crown in-between his index finger and thumb, posed to place it on Vidar's chess piece. End image description.]

"I paved a path for him to succeed, if he had only followed it to the end."

[zeb-z]

Thinking about how Apotheosis starts by showing a world that’s already grim - dark fantasy with wealth inequality and bored or absent gods - and it only gets worse, following a band of god slayers who start more like villains than anything. A world without sun, without justice. But still the core of its message is that there is still hope, even if you have to make it and care for it yourself. That there cannot be joy or love without the contrast of misery and loss, and that even a world slighted by the gods has worth because of the people that inhabit it. It’s dark with people and gods alike who hurt others for no reason other than to serve their own purpose, or worse just out of boredom - but there’s people who help others, too, for no other reason than for the act of kindness itself. No thought behind it, simply compassion. It feels doomed from start to finish, yet somehow we still get a happy ending - a world that’s lost everything only has everything to gain, and because there is great suffering this means the brighter times are that much more meaningful. It’s like in Lord of the Rings - there will be hope and love in spite of it all, and it’s the small things that end up making the biggest difference. It’s very “there’s still good in this world, Mr. Frodo - and it’s worth fighting for”

[puckpocketed]

12/05/2024 - DEN vs CAN

Bedard -> Power in slow motion - no goal but WOW he makes that pass??

[roygbivv]

SNEAK PEAK! 💚

@tangledbea

My iPad has finally decided to NOT overheat every time I touch it! YAY!

So naturally—MONTHS LATER (😭)—I’m here to fulfill my promise! I WILL DELIVER BEX!

In the meantime enjoy this lil preview ;)

[pillowspace]

Fascinated by how many people are picking the Daycare Attendant on that poll, I would have been soo scared of Sun

[tuituipupu]

a sad rant about how i personally feel like ur a vishun is eating itself before my very eyes & digging a nice large hole in the ground to go lie in is brewing inside me i just need to find the right words to express it.

[thealatvs]

i cannot recall a point in this life when "dante" did not chase after "vergil",

and i never wished for such a time to come.

nevertheless,

maybe after a bottle, or two, or twenty,

i stare out into that void,

i failed.

you fell.

my first, my last, my only.

and i drown everything alongside the hazy memories of our fleeting youth.

[spacenintendogs]

fisheret real

[the-beholdening]

went to eye doctor today and one of the nurses said “uhh you’re Kinda Blind” . exact words. What can you do about this

I CAN'T DO ANYTHING, IT'S ALL UP TO YOU TO FIND A WORKING PAIR OF EYES AND ACQUIRE THEM.

[wurdulac]

i don't like my art. i see what it lacks and i see my limited range. i'm not sure why do i keep trying to work on it. i don't know what it does for me. it doesn't feel like expression of creativity or imagination. i don't even do it the way i admire in art by my favorite artists. does it feel joyful or fun, the activity of it? i don't think it does. so i don't know if trying to "perfect it" is even a good goal. apart from never being satisfied from the work currently being done because of the unreachable goal it's also just... for what. so i can do something technically okay but also just soulless?

one thing that i can say is more of a positive effect is that doing art staves off the state of anxiety and guilt over not trying to do it. i guess it's better to just do something over feeling sick over not doing it and cursing oneself for not improving and your hand forgetting how to move.

there's another aspect that was always difficult for me to grasp but... there are artisans. like making things for the sake of making something that looks nice and not just serves the intended function is something people have been doing forever. things like working with patterns too. tattoos. and i can't internalize it for myself that doing things for the sake of it being pretty is fine too. because then maybe i could like i don't know, put my being mostly fixated on faces into other work...

i don't know how to unclog myself.