#whateverrrrrr

[084392]

peacock fakemon number one hundred million,

[bluegiragi]

I think your most recent post got flagged 😅 seems tumblr has a vendetta against male-presenting nipples too these days...

ugh tumblr….its just lines!!!! Its pixels on a screen tumblr, I can’t be this good at anatomy that you’re flagging this 😭

[vanishbyers]

a ronance from 2023 that idk if i like anymore

[cupiidzbow]

ummmmmm . I like this thing. smile 😁

[teddybeartoji]

[mtsodie]

woooooahhhh!!!! i love how you draw the bizzyboys you stylize them so wonderfully!! do you have any capos?

thank you ! people really like that post ... i might draw more outfits ... for the people . also heres the only capo i have

ft. a teeny tiny bit of homestar runners foot

[pseudophan]

https://x.com/dprkives/status/1884690479901442468 help...

im actually so mad that they're actively bullying us and we're just letting them. celebrating it even. they're pointing and laughing and teasing and we're just like YESSSSS LETS GOOOO

[nyc-pizza-rat]

like. thinking about the opposite of that one post of mine where dean is in love but doesn't say it. dean is in love but doesn't know it. which is a point of contention ik, but I'm not posing it as an interpretation, I'm posing it as a fic idea, don't @ me. anyway.

i like to think about it. dean moving out, after the ending. and he gets himself a little one story ranch style fixer upper. and he rebuilds it. and he is careful with how he does that, he is careful with how he fills it with the things he thinks his family will like. he builds cas a room, too, because he wants cas to live with him, but it's not the same room as his. for some reason. and he doesn't like his room. he keeps changing things in it, moving furniture around, adding posters and prints, and decor, and it's always just slightly to the left of perfect, for some reason. always something missing, and he doesn't know what. it makes him itchy though. so he doesn't sleep there. when he's working on the house, when there's no one staying over, he sleeps in cas' room. that bed will never get slept on anyway. man is an angel.

sorry. got distracted. anyway. he has this house. and it's still in kansas, maybe even in lebanon, close enough to the bunker, but with *windows*, you know? he runs a little hunter garage from there. fixes up people's cars, let's them sleep a night or two, if they need it. feeds them. he woodworks. he paints. he bakes, a lot. reads. mans the phone lines. the usual old man hunter things, right? and this is like. into the future. he's turned a nice, round 50 kind of future. sometimes his brother lives with him, i think. sometimes he stays over at eileen's. often he stays over at eileen's. others pass through often enough, though. he's not lonely. he's not not lonely. he's the least lonely when cas is around, and he's the most lonely when cas is around. he likes having cas around. they don't do anything, just sort of sit next to each other. talk. watch movies. go on drives. cas is good at all the things dean does, he's better at them than dean, but he is patient with him, too. he is proud of him, for some reason. dean basks in that. has learned to. but then at night, dean slinks off into his big, empty room and tosses and turns bc his room is stupid and he doesn't like it, and he always sleeps in cas' room but cas is there so he can't. best nights are when he falls asleep on the couch, when they're watching a movie late into the night. when he's too drunk to move and he sinks into cas' lap and pretends he doesn't remember it in the morning. it's just. well. it's just nice having another person with him, you know? it's nothing else, really. cas is an angel. cas has always watched over him. that warmth in his chest when he's with him is only natural.

anyway. ANYWAY. god. cas splits his time between earth and heaven. he is an angel, he likes being an angel, and he likes having responsibilities in heaven. it makes him feel like he's finally serving his purpose. but then time passes, and one day, cas realizes that the world is in something of an equilibrium. that there is not much to do in heaven anymore. that he is tired. jack will say, I think I want to go home. and cas will think about the house dean built and about the garage filled with *things* he makes and the kitchen where the oven is always on, the afghan on the couch he likes so much. he thinks about the smell of soap, and the dog that scratches the wood floors, baby and her purr. and he'll say, yes. okay. alright.

so they come home.

dean will think. god. thank god. he won't say it. he will say, are you sure? and of course. and good. that's good. he will take them around town, show them off to people who know everything about them already. and he will cook and he will laugh and he will drink, and too much, because he does that. he does that sometimes. a lot. almost always. but he won't talk about it — the way he feels grounded, like he is finally on steady earth. the way he feels like he can breathe.

jack will go, because he wants to do things, big things, strange things. human things. and dean's heart will do that thing that your heart is supposed to do when your kids don't need you anymore, and have lives of their own. but dean doesn't feel entitled to the feeling. still, he sets him up with a nice vintage, gives him cash, tells him, call, if you need anything. and, eyes up. don't be stupid. and, you can come home. anytime. you know that right? and then he lets him go.

there's always things to do, somehow. upkeep. some hunter stopping by. research. cas gets into it, too. sometimes cas goes out to help. he's still an angel, so that's easier for him. dean doesn't want to, but will go, when it feels like a hard case. when it feels like cas might get hurt. cas cannot get hurt. but dean's got that fear in his bones, that if he looks away, if he gets complacent, something will happen, and cas will disappear. so he goes. he gets hurt, sometimes. he makes cas angry, often. he doesn't mind either, to be honest.

life settles around them. in a few months, maybe. quick enough, either way. dean stops trying to sleep in his room, at some point. he passes out on the couch, in jack's bed, in the guest rooms downstairs. in baby. at some point cas sees this, and tells him to stop being stupid. so dean sleeps in cas' room, and cas sits at the desk, and they just sort of live like that.

anyway. cas goes off to visit jack or sth at some point. and dean gets not not lonely again. it's not that he has nothing to do, it's just weird. like how his room is weird. he manages, though. and when cas is supposed to come home, dean buys groceries and flowers and the good jelly from the farmer's market. he fires up the grill, makes burgers. acts like the house has guests coming over, like it's a party. and then cas shows up in a flurry of wings, and dean grins at him and he looks happy and tired and human enough, even if he isn't, and dean hugs him and his heart beats fast, and happy, and he thinks. oh. oh.

he pulls back and cups cas' face and cas leans into it, practised almost, covers his hands. and dean will feel like crying. he won't, but he'll want to. and he'll say, you know, right? and cas will say, of course. of course. and dean will kiss him, like that's just what they do. and cas will kiss him back. and then dean will say thank you. for waiting for me. and cas will say, i wasn't, not really. and (this is because dean has loved him, has been loving him, always. didn't really make cas wait, ykwim?)

and they'll eat and dean will bring cas into his room and sleep, happy and sound, and he'll laugh, in the morning, when the sun streams into the room and wakes him up, and everything is arranged in a mess but it's alright, it's good, he loves it anyway, because cas is there, next to him.

[rapidhighway]

grab this

[federfleisch]

This is literally the "be annoying" website yet I still occasionally get self conscious about being annoying

[userautumn]

we should kill Returning to Work After Lunch. we should murder Returning to Work After Lunch and dump its body. who is with me.

[shimmerandfists]

Vi is perfect in every way for receiving love and affection and yet it seems she can't seek it out on her own. Jinx and Vi are good for each other because Jinx isn't afraid to ask for what she needs anymore. I think that would pave the path well for both of them.

Jinx laying perfectly chest to chest with Vi on the couch. Both of her arms are wrapped around Vi's neck as she plays with her hair. Gently petting the shaved part of Vi's head, loving the feeling of soft velvet. Running her other hand through the longer portion, scratching at her scalp and slowly, carefully working out any knots.

Vi would never ask for it and it makes it all the sweeter for Jinx to provide. Vi hasn't opened her eyes since they both settled down and Jinx started working her magic. Jinx got her to concede under the guise of needing help settling her mind with something to occupy her hands. All the better for both of them, Vi has her arms wrapped around Jinx waste as she goes about her own caresses along Jinx exposed lower back.

It's too easy to love Vi really. Their bodies fit perfectly together like this and Jinx doesn't have to worry about crushing Vi under her nonexistent weight. She's fallen asleep many times like this with her head ending up nestled under Vi's chin. Speaking of, with a natural progression from hair to the head it's attached to, Jinx moves to mapping out Vi's face.

She's very familiar with it by this point but it doesn't hurt to revisit it from time to time. Smoothing over the hairs on her eyebrows, making sure each one is in its proper place facing the right way. Rubbing her thumb along Vi's cheek bones with extra attention to her very own name on her cheek, so she never forgot. So no one could ever forget.

Jinx moves both of her hands on either side of Vi's head to hold, cupping around her ears. She rubs little circles along Vi's temple as she places one single kiss smack dab in the middle of her forehead. One on top of each of her eyelids, and one on the tip of her nose. Vi's aware enough that this treatment gets Jinx a little smile, a quirky upturn of her lips.

Which is exactly where Jinx goes next. A short and sweet press of lips on lips. And another one. And one more with a tease of a tongue until Vi moves after her when she pulls back and grips her hips firmly. Until Jinx coaches her to relax back into the armrest, so she can reward her perfect, patient Vi with the attention she deserves.

For her efforts she gets a crack of one of Vi's stormy blue eyes and a curious, sleepy little noise from her sister. She can't keep her waiting now can she? She's been so, so good for her after all. So she dives in to seek out, languidly, all the places in Vi's mouth she knows by heart. And Vi does the same, tangling their tongues together in such a lazy way, they're barely out of breath at all when they separate.

Yeah, Vi is easy to love. The easiest thing Jinx thinks she'll ever love, and she receives it so well. They could do this for hours, repeating every action from the start from soft caresses, to petting her hair, soft kitten kisses all over her face, rinse and repeat. It wouldn't be the first time and it won't be the last where they don't take it any further, they just bask in each other's ministrations.

Before Jinx falls asleep, she has a thought that brings her peace and a great wave of gratitude. "There's never been a big sister made so perfectly for anyone in this world than the one I ended up with."

[demonstars]

Like, getting married, like, in terms of just, marrying someone. It’s like you're swearing—your soul to that person, for the rest of your life. You will be with them, until death do you part. I feel like, that's what makes marriages and relationships so different from each other. It is—they're just not at all on the same level. Like, when you're in a relationship with someone, versus when you're married to somebody—when you're married to somebody—it's like, that person is your person for the rest of your life. And you are telling everyone, everyone in the world, anyone that asks, that that person is your person and that they're—they will be your person for the rest of your life.

[kittynugg]

old doodle i colored and rendered, he was originally wearing a sweater anyway so i thought it'd be fun to keep the theme going

also sorry for the inconsistency in my style every time i draw i have to figure out how to draw again its a nightmare

(inspired by this which is the same thing but with stan instead and IT MADE THE RADAR IFJIJFLI)

as always, reblogs are largely appreciated since they help spread art around! so!! reblog if you want!!

doodle in question is under the cut

done in an entirely different app than usual might i add which is why it doesn't have the pretty texture

i also ruffled his hair, no i cant draw hands someone help

[bast6415]

the visual style of ENA has enraptured me. i was up until four in the god damn morning putting this together

[fruitiest-smoothie]

tagged by my bestie @cooali

you just got a kind of shitty old car and it doesn't have bluetooth. you can only buy 7 CDs and you can't repeat an artist. what are you getting?

EYE personally wanted to cheat by picking one direction and then their solo albums but i figured that isn't fair

Pure Heroine - Lorde

Folie à Deux - Fall Out Boy

Midnight Memories - One Direction

Nothing Personal (Deluxe Version) - All Time Low

YHLQMDLG- Bad Bunny (I was obsessed with this album in 2020)

French Exit - TV Girl

Hamilton - Original Broadway Cast Recording

tagging: @thats-a-real-legacy-to-leave, @thatsluttylittlesoupcanwaist, @insilanar, @eatingpastr13s (also no pressure and sorry if you've already done this)