Sam doesn’t mention it when all of Cas’s small belongings end up somehow in Dean’s room
Doesn’t mention his toothbrush sitting there with Dean’s
Doesn’t mention their stolen glances and smiles and blushes.
Doesn’t mention their deep stares as they talk, as if each of them can see into their souls through the eyes.
Doesn’t mention the first time Dean leans in for a kiss as Cas’s about to leave for some food, suddenly remembering Sam, coughing and ruffling Cas’s hair with a “Drive save, And DON’T YOU SCRATCH MY BABY.”
Doesn’t mention Cas dragging Dean off after long hunts and not being seen again for far too long.
Doesn’t mention Dean and Cas often emerging from rooms after a little while, clothes distraught, hair mussed, and faces happy.
Doesn’t mention how close they sit.
Or how longing those looks really are.
Or the way they talk about each other like they’re the world
We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclizine, codeine, temazepam, nitrazepam, phenobarbitone, sodium amytal, dextropropoxyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramide, chlormethiazole. The streets are awash with drugs you can have for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all. Fuck it, we would have injected vitamin C if only they’d made it illegal.
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
The Lion Gate is one of the seven huge gates that surround the huge walls of King’s Landing. It is located near the center of the southwest wall. The Goldroad to Lannisport in the Westerlands starts at the Lion Gate.
Found this lying around unfinished and realized why. I was afraid I couldn’t paint as well as his jacket (hence the lack of details), but went with it anyway and fixed the head then adjusted the skin color a bit. Still not in love. I had managed to do the freckles better than before but you can barely see them now. Painting is hard okay? Actually this wasn’t supposed to be painted. I just had too much fun and shrugged it off.
But anyway, true story, Hopper is kind of my all time favorite (okay that’s a lie I have way too many favorites). No but really, I love him so much I drew him over and over again when EAH first premiered. Look at him. Look at him knowing how much I friggn adore him. Stop it Hopper. STAWP.