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Haven’t drawn my boy in a while

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9.22 - Stairway to Heaven - requested by @blueyedangel

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That one time Lieutenant Novak lost a battle with a cobblestone street somewhere in France.

Based off 91 Whiskey by Komodobits. A fic that will stay lodged in my brain for the rest of time.

#destiel art #cas art #91whiskey #91w

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“destiel, but every time they come back to each other africa by toto starts playing” (x)

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The hurt/comfort Collection

#destiel art

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Sam brings it up one day when they’re sitting in the library, after Cas has just left the room.

“Why do you do that?” Sam asks.

Dean is still looking towards the hallway where Cas has just disappeared.

“Do what?” he says before turning back to his laptop.

“When Cas left the room,” Sam says, careful. “You watched him leave.”

“Hm, did I?” Dean mumbles. “Must’ve zoned out.”

“Dean.” Sam takes in a deep breath before continuing. “You always watch him leave.”

Dean feels all the blood rush to his face. He clears his throat and focuses all his energy at the screen in front of him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

Sam snorts. “Sure, Dean.”

Dean sighs, and turns to give Sam a look of indignation.

“What are you getting at here, Sammy?”

“Were you…” Sam takes a beat, looking back toward the hallway, before leaning across the table and continuing in a hushed voice. “Were you checking him out?”

“What? No!” Dean says a little too quickly, averting his eyes from Sam. "W-why would I—that's not even—I, uh…"

Sam sits back laughing. “Calm down, man. I wasn’t serious.”

Dean regains a bit of his composure, but his heart is still racing.

"I, uh… Right. Knew that.”

"Whatever you say," Sam says, still chuckling as he goes back to his reading.

Dean risks a glance towards the hallway before looking back over at Sam.

"Listen. Sam.”

Sam looks back up, eyebrow raised. Dean takes in a deep breath and continues.

“I’m not checking him out. I just—" and Dean isn’t sure he wants to admit it to Sam, that when Cas leaves, he's afraid he may never come back. That at night, when he’s restless and can’t sleep, he checks Cas's room to make sure he's still there. That he has nightmares of black goo emerging from the walls of the Bunker and pulling Cas back into the abyss of the Empty forever.

Dean feels the corner of his eyes start to sting. He blinks rapidly, shaking his head, and squints back at his laptop.

“Nevermind. Not important.”

He can still feel Sam’s eyes on him as he struggles to find the spot in the news article where he left off reading.

“I do it too,” Sam says. Dean’s head snaps up and his eyes go wide, but Sam shakes his head and quickly clarifies. “With Eileen, I mean.”

“Oh?” Dean raises his eyebrows. He’s about to rib Sam for confessing to checking out his own girlfriend, but stops himself when he sees the look on Sam’s face. Realization dawns on him. “Oh.”

“Yeah, you know. Just in case she…” Sam’s voice catches, and he looks down at his lap. “I just like to know where she's at, ya know?”

Dean reaches across the table and puts a comforting hand on Sam’s arm.

“Hey. Sammy,” Dean waits for Sam to look back up at him. “She’s not going anywhere. Okay?”

Sam gives a quick nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

“Good,” Dean says, giving Sam’s arm a light squeeze before going back to his work.

“Hey, Dean?” Sam says after a moment of silence. Dean looks up at his brother.

“Cas isn’t going anywhere either.”

Dean looks from Sam to the library entrance just as Cas reappears from the hallway. He mumbles a quick, “forgot my phone,” grabbing it from the desk before heading back the way he came.

Dean’s breath hitches as he watches Cas go again, and this time, he doesn’t try to stop the tears from forming.

“Yeah,” Dean says softly, turning back to Sam and giving him a small smile. “Yeah, I know.”

#destiel ficlet #this is lovely

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rustymcpeopleskills · 11 days

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𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵—𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits

*whispers* you know you want to read Ninety One Whiskey ooooo you just know it

oh hey where's this link lead to I wonder 👀

Anywhoo, I saw this art meme on twitter and I just knew I had to do it to with them 😩

here's some process stages since I was terrified it wouldn't turn out right :,) it's not perfect but I am happy with the final result ;w; stop thinking about how Cas could've been scruffier and both could've been sweatier or how some grass in the bg might've looked nice maybe STOPPP

#destiel art #91whiskey #91w

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we're making it up as we go. I gave everything for you. I am hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you. I'll go with you. I always come when you call. dean, I can go with you. I'll watch over you. I won't hurt dean. everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. everyone except for me. I'll come with you, dean. you asked me, 'what about all of this is real?' we are. you changed me, dean. I love you.

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People seem to have forgotten that "proship" was the Fandom norm for the longest time.

Only, it wasn't called proship. It was called ship and let ship. Or minding your own buisness.

If someone had a ship you didn't like or thought was gross, you would avoid them. If they drew art or wrote stories you didn't agree with or like, you would ignore them.

There were tags like smut, whump, and angst to tell people about things they might not want to read. And then dead dove: do not eat for taboo subjects and especially gritty fic.

Then people started to ignore that. Younger fans started to bully people because they disagreed with shipping certain characters. Whether it be because it "wasn't canon", they thought it was gross, or they just didn't like it.

These people began calling themselves "anti-ship"

Pro-ship became a label to show that someone was against anti-ship.

Eventually, the anti-ship movement began to die down. So do you know what they did? They started accusing people. Of being pedophiles, groomers, rape supporters, and more. All because they wrote or drew things that these people didn't like.

They began claiming that THEY were the Fandom norm, and that these "proshippers" were the bad people. They started claiming that proship stood for "problematic shipping"

Due to this, the term "pro-ship" is often misconstrued as to what it means. Many people don't even KNOW what it means.

It means "anti-censorship".

It means that we support someone's right to produce art, no matter how gross, no matter how taboo, no matter how "problematic"

Because it's not hurting anyone.

If it's something you don't want to see? Block the person. Block the tag. Say in your bio that you don't like it. That's what they're FOR!

This was discussed in earlier days of fandom.

"I wonder why people would read a story in a genre they don't care for, then take the time to let the writer know that sure enough, they didn't care for it. That would be like me going to a restaurant, ordering a slice of cherry pie, then asking that the chef be brought out so I can say "I don't like cherry pie, and I didn't like yours either." To continue this analogy into its usual fannish outcome, the chef would say "Well gee, lady, why did you order it?" And I'd say, "Are you questioning my right to order cherry pie?"

-Unknown 2002

Except now, it would be like the person who didn't like the cherry pie and ordered it anyways then demanded that no restaurant serve cherry pie because it was poison. Not only is it a ridiculous request, it's blatantly untrue.

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I will always be with you. Available on my Redbubble.

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Chapter 2 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist | tip

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

“Come in here with me,” Castiel said, nodding down at the water.

Dean shot him an incredulous look. “Really? You’re the one who’s always saying it’s too small for both of us.”

“It is,” Castiel maintained. “But that’s not the point.”

Dean bit down on a smirk, like he thought he’d won the argument. He stood up and undressed. Castiel watched him idly, admiring the way Dean’s chest tightened when he shrugged off his shirt and the muscular tone of his thighs when he shucked off his pants. Dean lowered himself into the water, hissing slightly at the temperature before getting used to it. He splashed some onto his neck and shoulders. Beneath the water, Castiel’s ankles knocked up against Dean’s sides. Dean’s knees emerged out of the water where they were bent up.

Castiel waited for him to settle before saying, “She’s trying to sell our parents’ land, but it’s dead. She asked me to retire early and move back with her to fix it.”

Dean blanched, and Castiel didn’t miss the fear that flashed through his eyes along with the shock. “She what?” His expression rapidly changed about a thousand subtle times before his guard started to go up. “But you said no, right?”

Castiel looked at him dryly, because how could Dean possibly think otherwise? “Of course, I did.” Dean visibly relaxed, but only marginally. “But she’s not taking no for an answer. She asked me to think about it.”

“Are you?”

“No.”

Castiel thought, perhaps, if he allowed Anna to stay with them for a few nights, she’d understand why he couldn’t leave. Why he had a life in New York. And then she’d stop asking him to move back home. He had no idea whether or not it would work. Anna had never given up so easily when her mind was set on something.

Dean puckered his lips and shook his head. “Why the hell would she think you’d do that? I mean, when was the last time you even heard from her?”

Castiel couldn’t help but defend her. “She didn’t have anywhere else to turn. She has nothing.”

“So, she’s here for money?” Dean inferred.

“She says she isn’t.” Castiel sighed. “I wish she was. It’d be simpler. But, no. She’d never ask for that. Anna is… proud. And willful. Stubborn. The fact that she’s admitting the need for help alone is a miracle.”

“Reminds me of somebody,” Dean teased dryly.

Castiel shot him a level look before deciding to ignore the comment. “The point is… She won’t ask for money. I really do think she came here for me so the two of us could find a solution.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek in frustration. “I just don’t know what that solution is yet.”

“Well, I can tell you one thing. It’s not going back to Illinois,” Dean stressed.

Castiel sat up and collected Dean’s hands firmly in his own. He looked Dean in the eyes. “Dean, I am not going anywhere. Least of all without you.”

At last, that seemed to sink in. The lines around Dean’s face evened out. Then, he rearranged himself, coming forward to lay down on top of Castiel. Exhaling, Castiel leaned against the tub and let Dean rest his cheek on his shoulder. Dean’s arms wrapped around his back. His feet stuck out of the water.

“Good. ‘Cause I’d kick your ass.”

It made Castiel smile softly. He brought his hand up out of the water to place it on the back of Dean’s head. The droplets trickled audibly back into the pool. He rubbed his other hand up and down Dean’s ribs.

#destiel fics

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your soul is my anchor

a little destiel piece for erika, to go with her fix-it fic "your soul is my anchor" 🌊🖤