Sam sits in the armchair by the fire. It crackles and spits
as he stares into it. He has a whiskey in his hand and a slight smile on his
lips.
Dean wanders into the room with a book in one hand and a
beer in the other. He says nothing, but brushes up against his brother as he stands right beside him. Sam looks up at him. Dean looks down and
raises his eyebrows.
Are you ok, Sam?
The words don’t actually need to be spoken.
Sam takes a deep breath and nods, looking away. Dean’s mouth forms into a
tight line, not believing him, and he shakes his head. But he sits on
the couch quietly. Putting the book down next to him, he leans over and tucks a
lock of hair behind Sam’s ear.
“Sam,” he says quietly, bringing his hand back to his lap.
He takes a sip of beer, not taking his eyes off his brother.
Sam nods and looks down. His voice is quiet. Dean listens
and says nothing.
“So…I kinda had an epiphany today, I think. I was being all
existential…” Sam lets out a huff of breath here, sounds a little shaky. Dean
just sits and listens as Sam continues.
“…why am I here, what’s the point of all this…that kinda
stuff. I mean, I suffer. I’ve been suffering, right?” Sam still doesn’t look at
Dean. He waves his hand in the air as if he’s disregarding his own words.
“Some things I’ve
shared with you, others I haven’t.” Dean stiffens at these words and he closes
his eyes.
“I’m alone. Mostly. I mean I have you, but I don’t really
know love. Not the way I should. I’m struggling.
All the time. And…” Sam pauses again and Dean opens his eyes. Sam seems unable
to continue. But he takes a sip of whiskey and keeps talking.
“… I’m an empath. I absorb people’s feelings. I take it into
myself and suffer second hand stuff.” Sam clenches his fist here and pounds his
chest softly. Dean shakes his head and sets down his beer. He reaches out to
put his hand on Sam’s, but Sam lifts his hand and puts it in his lap. He looks
down at the glass in his other hand. Dean pulls his hand back, tries not to be
offended.
“Anyway, my point is…I came to the realization that maybe
that IS my purpose. I’m supposed to be alone, I’m supposed to suffer. I’m supposed to be the one with the pain and
the sadness – because if I have it – that means others aren’t having it…I can help others. I’m not here for me, I’m here
for everyone else. I can take on suffering because I am strong. I am built for
that.”
Dean closes his eyes again.
“It’s my purpose.” Sam stares into the fire.
Dean stands up, a tear forming at the edge of his eye.
“And I think I’m ok with that.” Sam swallows the last of his
whiskey, resting his arm on the chair.
I know I said I was done with those round cutouts for the time being but then I realized I could paint more than just a landscape, so I painted a wild Bulbasaur.
I’ve kind of hit a slump and I want to know what type of stuff you want to see. This is all free and I’m not recording who says what at all (that would be creepy). I want to make more things that you guys will enjoy. 😀
Please please please REBLOG!!!! You can also do it more than once if you’d like to or you think of something later. 🙂
The wing tentacles have a mind of their own…or Cas pretends they do. This is a commission for the awesome @omgbubblesomg – thank you, what a fun one! ❤
I did a callout for prompts and one of them reminded me of this beaut of a pic.
@sans–seraph I found this in my drafts, sorry for the wait. @threshie I’m sorry I made your artwork so handsy (I’m not).
Drunk drabbles 3.0
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“I told you, I don’t have total control over them.”
Dean dug one of the thinner tentacles out from beneath his shirt, where it was teasing around a nipple. “Are you even trying to stop them?” With his hands occupied a second tentacle took the opportunity to wrap around his bicep and sucker gently to the skin. “Cas!”
Cas extricated the tentacles winding through Dean’s hair, but conveniently ignored the others. “They just want to be near you. I can’t keep them dormant all the time.”
“I’m trying to work!”
“Just ignore them?”
“You try ignoring this!” Dean shoved one of the thicker tentacles with his foot. It curled in on itself as though it had been caught stealing cookies, instead of sneaking under Dean’s chair towards the opening of his trouser legs. “I know what you’re up to,” he warned it. “And I’ve got my eyes on you.” It slunk away like a kicked puppy.
“Well there’s no need to be rude.” Cas plonked a cup of coffee at his elbow and reached down to cradle the guilty tentacle. It curled up under his shoulders with the rest of his wings (or ‘interdimensional appendages’ or whatever Dean was supposed to call them).
Dean rolled his eyes but crooked a finger at the closest tentacle, petting it in apology. It knotted around his wrist and squeezed playfully.
Cas kissed the top of his head as the rest of the tentacles unwound themselves from their various Dean hiding spots.
“Don’t stay up too late,” Cas told him. “And no more coffee after this one.”
Dean tipped his chair back to get the next kiss on his lips. “One more hour,” he promised. “And then they get to play all they want.”
Awww, the wing tentacles really DO have a mind of their own, like Medusa’s snakes. This is adorable. I especially love that Dean pets one to apologize. Cuuuute. ♥
Fan: “Have you ever been told, like, you’ve saved someone’s
life from watching Supernatural or any other of your shows?…You’ve saved my
life. All the cast from Supernatural has saved my life, and…I just
want to thank you so much.”
Mark: “I want to tell you something that’s really important.
How old are you?”
Fan: “I’m turning eighteen in like two months.”
Mark: “Okay, listen: we didn’t save your life, I can tell
you that. Anything that’s brought you to this point, you have done, you have
participated in. You took the actions necessary to take care of yourself. We’re
very glad to help. We’re glad to be comforting and assisting in the best ways that
we can. We’re glad that you like the stories that we tell and what we do. But
you’re the one that’s brave enough to pick up a microphone and say that out
loud. You’re the one that’s brave enough to do today…like you did yesterday,
like you did the day before. If you’re struggling and you’re having a hard
time, the rule is you’re supposed to get help. That’s the job. If you can’t get
help, scream a little louder. There’s help there, and people can help you. We’re
glad to be part of this, but we don’t fix it for you. There’s nobody outside
you that can make you better. You did
it. You got up today, you managed to get through thus far today. And you’ll
probably get through tomorrow. Cool?”
in the spirit of pride month i made some pride jellyfish! these are free to use on your tumblr page (with proper credit of course, please tell me if you find these on other websites or without credit!)
We got the gay, Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Pan, and Ace flag here and i might make more in the future.
Terfs are banned from this post. Likes and Reblogs help!
I really like that the aro and ace communities have come up with models of different kinds of attraction and relationships. It’s badly needed in a society that portrays only a tiny handful of incredibly narrow “correct” narratives of intimacy, and these models have clearly helped a lot of people. They fill a need just like how the models of gender made by nonbinary communities have helped people, and have the potential to help society as a whole beyond queer communities. But one thing I don’t see in many discussions about models of attraction is how attraction is super messy and doesn’t neatly fit these models sometimes, or at all for some people.
I wrote my first two ficlets with Jack in them, but Ao3′s not loading. 😦 The Universe is telling me the world doesn’t need baby Jack but I don’t want to listen!
It started working so I uploaded them as quickly as I could:
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 