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localswampcrow · 2 years

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a compilation of things I've made in the wake of the cheapest room in the house

watercolor painting

this is an original painting, please do not repost. reblogs are welcome and appreciated

inspired by the entire fic? but most prominently the last chapter. a beat up copy of slaughterhouse-five and an empty pack of cigarettes are in the footwell. the rings are a callback to when cas was compared to rings in a tree. the impala window is speckled with stars and a big warm yellow hand reaches down into the scene. in the top there's two figures in a light pink bed. in the middle they are facing with hands entwined into a heart, on the right one is facing away and the other's hand is on their back (it's dean and cas). the top left corner, in red ink, says "the cheapest room in the house"

a playlist - with some of skrog's top boystie picks, but mostly songs I thought were vibes

thank you @skepticalfrog and @witchycastiel (because even though fic betas are often underappreciated, we know that fics would often not exist without your support) for creating and presenting such a beautiful story for all of us to experience and have our dna lovingly rearranged by

below the cut are poems that are more on the personal side, but heavily inspired by our weird boy besties

The sunlight is no weight

Holding your body above the ground

Soles of feet to sodden earth

You are a pattern

A drawing with no line breaks

Undulating

Wriggling between blades of grass and the buzzing of an Asclepius blossom

This humid afternoon on the edge of the meadow never ends

Blood red analgesic

The sweet drip of honey

Look down and yellow stars mark a path

Without a doubt mycelial fingers are preparing to tangle with your footprints

The inner rings of the hawthorns, set neatly by the careful hand of the elphen queen and kissed by fairies

Are singing to the halos in the beeches and the bands of the great white pines

Where the ravens croak in syncopation

This in and out of the breath

Of the beat between steps

Does it make us?

Or are we just a part of each moon

Leaving perfectly misshapen, crescent paintings on the table?

I wonder who's hand mine will fit into

Like bird bones in the sacred leather of a great paw

I know I'm not that brittle

But I do dream of a warmth enveloping

Huffed, puffed gently

Like the breathing of the cat at my hip

Sleeping

Socked feet, with the blankets pulled up snug

A square hand between my shoulders or

Over the coarse, cotton swept hairs on my stomach

And the humming of a fan muddled

What will it take

For me to be the child, and not just the caretaker

And how long?

Someone's hand ought to be that big

And shouldn't I reach out?

Shouldn't I want to sink deeper into this bed without fear of repercussions from someone who doesn't exist?

Yes. And I'd bet it on the stars

Love! And faith that there will be love! And the stars are like a warm hand curling against my spine and the trees are a solid standing point to see down into the valley of unknown but still it glows with sunlight and that *is* know so it doesn't matter

And the dark outside the window is frightening but there's trash and cd cases and joint butts in the footwell and a blanket in the trunk next to a brick and an ice scraper and I'm safe from the world in there!

Someone will hug me again and our hearts will line up and I'll be kissed

I wasnt raised to sleep all cuddly, too many issues, but I swear one day I'll get what I deserve

And that's more than some people might ever wish for me

#spnficwritercelebration #weird boy best friends the fic #fan art #watercolor #poems #spn fic writer celebration #cheapest room in the house #localswampcrow #we had such a good time talking about this fic in the discord #mwah #life changing fic #self diagnosing gay and autistic via weird boy best friends

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