Slowly getting the hang of the new art program. The brushes are actually very helpful at letting my inner painter show off. Also using your own hand for reference is surprisingly easier than looking through the interner and the result looks far more realistic. Hence to why the glove is actually my favourite part of the painting. As far as the painting itself goes, there’s nothing really creative about it, just same ol’ Roy Mustang..
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So there’s this thing i noticed watching older episodes. We all remember the times Cas and Dean almost killed each other, but then ended up not doing it, because something overcame them.
Do you see how Cas holds Dean’s arm in both pictures? It’s like a connection. Cas is telling Dean everything is going to be fine. And he doesn’t even use words. And Dean knows it. He knows they will be there for one another. And not even manipulative angels or the mark of cain could ever change that.
Serious question. Why does Camila talk like she’s been in a really serious relationship and like she talks like she IS in love? She almost sounds like shes loved someone for a long time now. I mean, did her relationship with that boy mean that much to her? Does she still have feelings for him? OR, is she talking about another person?
A/N: So this…I am not really sure what to say about this lol. I had the urge to write last night, @avasmommy224 sent me a few prompts and this happened! I will bold her prompts just for the fun of it. This was my mind running wild, I don’t even know lol. Either way, hope y’all enjoy! As always, i am a new writer, feedback is welcome!
You and the guys had just returned from a twelve hour drive back to the bunker. It seemed like you would never get back home and therefore, things had gotten a little tense between the three of you; especially you and Dean. You loved the man with everything you had but sometimes he drove you batshit crazy! It was one of those situations where you were so much alike, sometimes it was a bad thing…today was one of those days. He had spent the better half of those twelve driving hours playing the same cassettes over and over, every time you or Sam asked him to play something else his response being, “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” Most of the time you loved Dean’s choice in music, AC DC, Bob Seger, Metallica, and Led Zeppelin being some of your favorites, but even your favorites can get old. You slammed the bunker door behind you, Dean and Sam already halfway down the stairs.