cw cuts

here is my full piece for @giveyourbacktome-zine

in which i take the concept of symmetry a little bit too literally probably

…because twins. you get it


Your heart will be your downfall.


people forgetting themselves to stare at their crush OR stealthily just generally stealing glances at their crush when the crush is doing something else is one of my favorite things, especially at close range. ^u^<3

ETA: I’m sorry I keep doing this ‘posts lineart –> colors the thing –> adds colored image’ thing, I am entirely aware I am doing it and yet I can’t stop. xD

here is a preview of a comic i did for @giveyourbacktome-zine. this is the most important scene of the entire series to me!!!! i am always a slut for sibling feelings. i just forgot how bloody this scene actually was oops


BUFFYVERSE + Aesthetic: Nikki Wood (for @drusillathekiller & @nikiiwi) (X)

adonai shama (12x20 coda)

“I can’t,” she says.

Sam smiles ruefully into his phone. “Yeah, I can’t either. It’d kill Dean.”

“No, you don’t understand.”

It’s three a.m. and the bunker is dark and quiet. The table lamp casts a tiny island of light where Sam has been researching grace extraction techniques.

Alicia’s voice is tight with panic. “I mean I literally cannot. I left myself a note. I don’t remember writing it.”

“Oh,” Sam says.

“There are six hash marks at the bottom.”

“Okay.” Sam’s hands are starting to shake. “Okay, I’ll come.”


Sam leaves a text on Dean’s other, other phone. He borrows the Impala, and drives to Manitoba. Alicia has missing time. If she tries to come to Sam, Max will find her gone, and then she’ll just have more.

They meet at a trail-head in Riding Mountain National Park. Sam’s been driving for fourteen hours straight. His eyes feel gritty and his head hurts.

Alicia is waiting for him, with her hands in the pockets of her jeans against the cold. The wind has blown her hair into disarray. She looks young and vibrant and full of life. She smells like butane.

“Are you sure?” Sam asks.

“Yeah,” she says, “I’m sorry.”

Sam shrugs awkwardly. He doesn’t say it won’t be the first time.

When he’s done, Sam will text Dean again, so Dean won’t worry. Tomorrow, he’ll drive back to the bunker. The nephilim baby is due any day now, and Cas is still missing. When they solve those problems, assuming they do, there will be others waiting in the wings.  

On the way here, he cried so hard at one point that he had to pull over. But now, inexplicably, standing shivering in the cold forest air with the match unstruck in his hand; from somewhere deep inside him, there’s a warm, bright spark of joy. It’s not the unmixed happiness of their usual saves, but there’s something intimate and tender in it anyway. There’s nothing the same as giving someone else a gift that you yourself have not received.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Sam,” Alicia says, “Max will thank you- later- too.”

Sam is not so sure that’s true. But he leans down and kisses her on the forehead.

And then he burns Alicia’s heart on the pyre of her new body’s twigs.

anonymous asked:

Hey, so, i know you're sad about the fact that they keep cutting Tony's hair, and belive me, I am too, but, what if there's a reason for that? Like, what if his har was what the used to hold him under the water, and so he cut it short so that no one could use that agianst him agian.

ddont,,,,,,Do this to me,,,,,,,,,,,,,this is the most painful thing i’ve ever read i am going to absolutely die oh my god