personal babe time

confession (with absolutely no offense meant to any writers): anytime i come across dean using “angel” as a term of endearment for cas, i just immediately hear cas deadpan using “human” as one in response and then kind of giggle to myself

tea time for anon. prompt: getting old

“What’s this?” Levi squints at the grocery receipt, because if Levi is anything, he’s thorough. Nothing slips by their finances. He’s in the off season, and they’re living off of savings and Erwin’s salary. There’s a reason for the organized coupon folder. Each tab is an aisle, sorted then by expiration date and coupon type. He makes sure they only go to grocery stores that double them, has loyalty cards to all of the local chains. They have a stockpile large enough to live on for six months, because it’s a real possibility. Teachers don’t make much either.

“What, hun?”

Levi grabs his highlighter, fluorescent pink and wide tipped. He streaks it across the line item, and then pushes it across the table toward Erwin. “That.”

Erwin leans over, sticking a piece of toast into his mouth as he skims across the receipt. “Let me see… Oh… Oh.” He looks up at Levi, his cheeks growing noticeably red.

“I know what it is.”

“I should have asked.”

“Yes, you should have.” He takes the receipt back and files it into his monthly budget folders. “I have a coupon.”

“Are you mad?”

“I’m confused.” Levi motions Erwin to come closer, and like a good husband, he obeys. Running his hands through Erwin’s hair, hair that is already styled and sticky with pomade, he tugs stiffly at the roots to pull him in for a closer look. Eyes narrow, fingers curling and piling strands of hair about like a big nest of yellow straw. “How can you tell?”

“I already used it.”

Levi pulls on Erwin’s hair, makes Erwin whine against hair that threatens to be pulled out. “But you’re blond. Blond as the fuckin’ sun. How could you tell you were go–”

Erwin pulls aways even though his hair is still tangled in his husband’s fingers. “I’m going to be late.”

“No no no.” Levi gets up and follows. He’s a whole foot shorter than Erwin, but he nearly climbs on top of him to continue combing his hands through his hair. “Are you really going grey?!”

“Stop it, Levi!” Erwin tries to shoo him away, nearly trips over his feet as he tries to pry his small husband off of him.

“I can’t believe you give a shit!” Levi says, finally giving Erwin a rest. He stands in the foyer entrance as Erwin slips on his work shoes. He crosses his arms and plays with the plush fuzz on his robe. “You know I don’t care, right?”

“Yes, I know that.” Erwin doesn’t look at him. He stands up and looks at himself in the mirror above the entryway table. He tries to push his hair back into place, but can’t seem to get a few of the strands to stick down. Sighing, he grabs his leather satchel and slings it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner, darling.”

Erwin turns to go for the door, but Levi tugs his arm back so hard that he spins into his arms. They nearly stumble into the stairs, but Levi is a dancer–he has enough muscle for the both of them. He pulls Erwin down, kisses him deep, mussing his hands in his husband’s hair again, smiling coyly against his lips as they part. “Old men are kinda sexy, you know.”

“Lee.” Erwin groans.

“You’re stuck with me, babe. Just like I’m stuck with you.”

“This isn’t helping.” But Erwin’s smiling. He pecks Levi’s lips and nuzzles his nose against his cheek.

“I don’t ever want to see hair dye on our grocery list again, you hear me?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Good.” Levi pushes himself away, waits for Erwin to turn before slapping a broad hand across his ass. “Don’t rob any cradles with your geriatric good looks.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

They smile at each other. Erwin puckers and blows a kiss as he leaves out the door, and Levi catches it tightly in the palm of his hand and sticks it in the pocket of his robe.

Hey guys! Not an art update but I just wanted to drop by and say, first off–thank you all for your really amazingly sweet comments and feedback! You guys are the best and i love u all!

Second–I just started college and orientation week is just about wrapping up, so classes are starting and I’m not really sure what my posting schedule is going to be like over the next few weeks! So until I kind of figure out what I’m doing, I’m going to be on a sort of semi-hiatus. 

So anyway if you’re trying to get a hold of me and all you hear are distant wails of confusion and anguished murmurings of where did the time go, everything is fine and hopefully I’ll be back soon with some new art to share with you all! <3

We all need to be here for one another. Stop holding grudges. Stop allowing society to mold how YOU live your life. I wake up every day and I tell myself that I am a world changer. Regardless of your religious beliefs. Regardless of your past. Regardless of what you did 20 minutes ago. TODAY, RIGHT NOW, is a new day, a new moment in your life that you can do something. Let’s stop living for ourselves and start living  for one another. YOU are a world changer.”


Cute Lumberjack’s Daughter, the snapchat series inspired by my gay self looking extra gay, and deciding to wear a flannel, boxy sweater, paperboy hat, and lumberjack boots. There are more of these… somewhere.  

this is for you, mom @femaletype

“You got your hands up,
You’re rocking in my truck.
You got the radio on,
You’re singing every song.
I’m set on cruise control.
I’m slowly losing hold of everything I got.
You’re looking so damn hot.
And I don’t know what road we’re on,
Or where we’ve been from starin’ at you.
Girl, all I know is I don’t want this night to end


“The all-American kid from Vancouver.”