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i realized this year would mark 10 years since i started trying to develop a cartoon/comic style!

i mean it’s really just me gradually drawing larger eyes, understanding anatomy, and color theory a little better

regardless, i think it’s good to consider that you don’t start out, or rather, stay at a style until you really start to feel comfortable with yourself!

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Regarding Crowley

Obvious spoilers ahead…

There are many things that bothered me regarding Crowley’s death. For a character that has been on the show for as long as he has and for his death to be so glossed over… They wasted a great opportunity to lay on the feels.

His death wasn’t sad. Don’t get me wrong, I AM sad beyond belief that his character killed off, but the lack of emotion in the scene was startlingly pathetic.

I’ve long said that as soon as a character has their redemption arc, they will be killed. It’s so damn predictable at this point that it was obvious this was coming.

You want to make Crowley’s death sad? Build up to it. Make it final, but not the end!

In my opinion, so many little things could have been done to make this death THAT much more tragic, instead of relatively useless and unnecessary.

Have Crowley admit that he has nothing left… because he doesn’t. Sure he made some hasty comment about how he doesn’t like Hell or whatever… but again, so glossed over that it didn’t really MEAN that much. His mother, regardless of the fact that she was a thorn in his side, she was still his mother and it was obvious that he felt SOMETHING for her, otherwise he would have just rid himself of the hassle she caused long ago.

Lucifer is back, meaning all the work he put into Hell is gone, all his loyal subjects (as loyal as demons could be) would obviously defect for fear of their own lives, and BEST case scenario, he’d be Lucifer’s dog again, worst case, he’d be tortured and killed. Even if he managed to escape, you know Lucifer would do everything in his power to find him.

Even after fucking everything he’s done for Sam and Dean, INCLUDING FUCKING SACRIFICING HIMSELF, Dean and Sam both show no goddamn emotion when Crowley reveals his plan to kill himself to save them. 

Crowley is far from perfect, particularly in their eyes, but he saved them and Cas on multiple occasions. That should at least warrant a pained, “…wait!” or something from Dean at the very least. 

Have Crowley leave something behind. Have him slip a piece of paper into Sam’s hand before running off the stare down the Devil. Maybe the piece of paper with just a name of someone who can help put Lucifer back in his cage, or a phone number. Fucking SOMETHING. There is seemingly nothing left of Crowley on that show and it will be pretty much as if he didn’t exist. 

His death wasn’t sad. It was a waste. A tragic fucking waste.

I don’t know that I’ve ever really complained about this show… but I’ve watched the scene a number of times and it’s just so anti-climactic and bothersome. 

Anyone have other thoughts? I’m curious what everyone thinks of what happened.

lift up your hearts. 12x23 coda. deancas. (ao3)

Castiel wakes in darkness.

He reaches for his grace to find that it’s gone, but his hands are still there, so he reaches out with those, instead. He claws his way up and out of the cold and damp and crushing weight, holding his breath, chest aching.

As soon as he breaks the surface, he lies there, still half buried, and gasps in lungful after lungful of cold, fresh air.

It’s only when his breathing finally calms that he pulls himself the rest of the way out of the ground. He tries to stand but winds up falling to all fours, fabric of his damp clothes chafing against his knees, his elbows. He settles for kneeling, instead, as he tries in vain to shake the sand from his hair and clothes, wipe it from his skin.

As the sun finally peeks over the mountains, he twists his head, looks over his shoulder.

They buried him where he fell. In the early morning light, he can make out the shape of his own damaged wings seared onto the ground, stretching out on either side of where he lay. There is no cross marking his grave, no cairn, just a small circle of carefully placed rocks and a pair of familiar bootprints not yet washed away by the elements.

Castiel turns back around. He rises slowly to his feet and stumbles into the house.

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Behind The Towel

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Summary: You’re at your mom’s house with your kids when your husband sends you a very NSFW photo while he’s away.

Word Count: 1,116

Warnings: children (because apparently that needs a warning), a stubborn toddler, NSFW photo under the cut, embarrassment, sexting, implied smut

A/N: @wayward-girl sent me this photo and my brain just kicked into overdrive so… here ya go. This is also my (very late - I’m so, so sorry) submission for @frickfracklesackles‘s 1,000 Followers Celebration Challenge. My prompt was “I don’t know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you.” and is bolded below.


Jared was in Los Angeles, shooting some promo shoot for something he wouldn’t tell you about. It seemed sketchy, but you shrugged it off for the most part. Packing up the kids, you headed for your mom’s house, knowing she’d listen to your worrying about there being another woman while also helping you with Jake and Lauren. 

Day two without Jared, and you were missing him. You woke up that morning and shot him a text, just saying, “Wish you were here,” with a kissing emoticon. After laying in bed for ten more minutes with no reply, you sighed and planted your feet on the floor. Trudging to the kitchen, you clutched the warm black mug between your hands, savoring every single sip of the holy liquid you were taking in.

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