other spn stuff

my nayme is Deen
in al the lande
no grayter dood
than bruthr Sam
and wen he falls
but is not ded

i hold his face
i lik his hed

[ oops there’s a sam version

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Given its key role in 12x15, I thought it was about time to remake my green cooler appreciation gifset (shoutout to original requester @samspurpletoothbrush)

anonymous asked:

Just wanted to say, I absolutely love your portraits you did for American Gods! I gasped when i saw them because they're just too beautiful! Who's your favourite character (besides Mad Sweeney)?

thank you!! i plan on doing more, but i just keep ending up back at sweeney. i have a problem

ANYWAY

i seriously love every character. mr. nancy is pretty far up there (and before you guys ask, nope, i have not read Anansi Boys yet!) and as far as the book goes, i got a big ol soft spot for czernobog near the end of the book, and then that very final part i was like, yeah, yep, yes, is good

in the show though they made shadow SUCH A CUTIE. with his “….i like marshmallows” and now his smitten “i love easter!” he’s just. fuckin. he’s so cute

Anonymous said:

What do you think about Laura (from American Gods)?

book laura was like, odd and shallow and i was like ????? through all of her interactions,

BUT I ADORE WHAT THEY’VE DONE WITH HER IN THE SHOW

TO BE THAT LEVEL OF PETTY

and i love that mad sweeney is not King Asshole. i like that he has to follow around someone small that can overpower him. i really like how those characters play off of each other. something common that i’ve witnessed is people who don’t like her character as a person, but seem to confuse that with poor writing. i don’t think i would be friends with laura, but shit goddamn she is being expanded upon well

and look what she gave me

Anonymous said:

You’re a lefty?? Omgs

working on becoming ambidextrous! my right hand is my primary, but i’m always afraid what’ll happen if i accidentally injured it. wanna have more than one option y’feel

princessofdaxam  asked:

You should definitely listen to The Night We Met by Lord Huron and Dynasty by Miia. They would be good additions to your destiel playlist.

shit. this reminds me of the end of 12x23 THIS IS NOT OKAY 

I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I’ve been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself
What the hell I’m supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you


I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met


When the night was full of terrors
And your eyes were filled with tears
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met


I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met

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IM SO SORRY I HATE MYSELF FOR DOING THIS TOO 

AU for 12x11

Sam hasn’t been blackout drunk for a couple of years, not since the night that he got Dean back from demonhood and put away nearly an entire bottle of Jack. That time he woke up face down in his pillows, fully clothed with his dislocated shoulder shooting violent bolts of pain down his spine. This time, he comes to with the sky wheeling white above him, his clothes damp and his knees muddy and twigs and leaves in his hair. He sits up, hauls himself to his feet and staggers forward a dozen yards or so to emerge onto a jogging track, a woman in bright lycra thudding past with headphones in her ears. His legs are bruised and aching and his mind is… fuck, so foggy, a great roiling cloud of nothingness, and he has to stop thinking about that right fucking now if he wants to stay calm. He runs his hands through his hair, dislodging a beetle and a shower of debris, tries to straighten up his clothes. He finds his phone in his pocket, the screen shattered and dead. Great. But the next woman down the track has a guy alongside her, a personal trainer maybe, so Sam steps forward hoping that he won’t intimidate them both away.

“Hey,” he says, hoarse. “Can I – I’m sorry. Can I borrow your phone?” 

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“I’m sorry,” Sam says straight away here (11x20), “I didn’t mean it.” But clearly he’s terrified; we saw that in 11x16, too, when he was relieved to learn that it was his dead body (and not Amara’s, I guess) that Dean had seen sprawling on the floor of the nest (“comforting” is the word he uses). The difference between them is that whereas Dean will tell Sam when he has doubts about his capabilities (“I just don’t believe any more… in you,” 5x18), Sam tries all the time to show Dean that he has faith in him (“You will never hear me say that you - the real you - was anything but good,” 10x23). I think what this moment makes clear is that this attitude of Sam’s isn’t automatic or careless: it’s a choice. He knows how important it is, when you’re desperate, to believe that somebody you care about believes in you. And so, because he loves and cares about his brother, he chooses to believe in Dean, even when his gut is telling him that Dean will fail.

If I were Dean I’d be extraordinarily grateful. Although it’s less obviously flattering, it seems to me that this kind of deliberate faith means much more than an unthinking childish confidence in ‘big brother’ would do.