Draw the feeling maybe it’ll go away
Q:saw your picture for "what has eight tentacles and idnt allowed to eat pie." I honestly pictured dean as a smaller octopus. more like the size of an arm, tentacles extended.
I respect your opinion
Q:Cas plugging himself up after Dean fucks him in the morning so he can go around doing whatever heavenly stuff he does with his ass full of Dean's come, so that when he fucks him later that night he's already open and lubed.
Ohjesus, mah JIMMIES
Q:You're so adorable!!!!
I need more movies and TV-shows with Lee Pace, please.
Q:Dean was injured, very badly. He had broken his right leg, one or maybe two of his ribs, his left arm was out of it's socket and he was bleeding quite badly on the motel room bed. He had left on a hunt alone and it was a miracle itself he had managed to pull himself back together long enough to reach the motel, but now that he was lying on the bed, slowly bleeding to death, he couldn't bring himself to move anymore. He couldn't stand or move his left. He could only pray. (1)
(2) Dean prayed even though he had long time ago said he wasn’t exactly praying type. After some events during the years and the events during this particular evening, he figured he didn’t have much choice. Somewhere along the way he had also found some will to live, or to be more precise, something to live for. Dean’s senses were hazy and he couldn’t tell up from down, but he could still sense Castiel materialize next to his bed and put a palm on his forehead.
(3) Dean tried to say something witty, making the situation look as bad as it was, but the sound was garbled and didn’t exactly sound like words. Castiel muttered what had happened to him, but didn’t expect an answer. Dean felt Castiel’s palm press slightly harder to his forehead and he expected the familiar wave of warmth that usually occurred when he was angelically healed, but it never came. Instead the wave was scorching and Dean screamed as the pain crashed through him.
(4) He could feel his bones moving under his skin, mending back together, but the process was so /slow/ and the pain was unbearable. Within a heart beat, Castiel’s palm was far from his forehead and Dean breathed heavily when the gripping pain suddenly eased. Even with his blurry eyesight he could see the horrified expression on Castiel’s face as he held his palm”…My powers,” he heard Castiel say before he lost consciousness, “I’m losing them.” -You’re welcome- Totally-not-Papp!Anon
i fucking hate you totally-not-Papp!anon ♥
Q:your art is so good and you're so attractive oh my
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Q:i think u look ok
thank, friend :)