like you’re thinking, yeah it’s freaking weird, but it’s what I called you, it’s who you were, it was YOUR name, and now it’s not, now you’ve got a wife who whispers a different name to you, so what the fuck do I do now?, do I have any claim on you at all anymore?,are you ANYTHING to me anymore?. (via littlehollyleaf)
Especially since that wasn’t even his given name, or the name he went by any majority. He was Castiel, until Dean nicknamed him Cas. It was who Cas became because of meeting Dean. And pretty much every human calls him Cas. Isn’t it hilarious that he never says anything about the name, never complains or says “my name is Castiel not Cas”. He embraces the name as his own and yet. And yet minus the meaning, minus the memory of who gave it or what it meant, objectively Cas thinks the name is odd. The fact that he keeps it and responds to it because Dean named him that warms my heart like you wouldn’t believe.
Gian Lorenzo Bernini
Apollo e Daphne
from Ovid’s Metamorphoses
marble, 1622-25, Galleria Borghese, Roma
the illustration that wanted me dead
Griffins having a fight in flight.
imagine your favorite character playing flappybird
dID THE SUPERNATURAL FANDOM JUST ADD A GIF TO MY POST I THOUGHT THAT ONLY HAPPENED TO PEOPLE WITH QUALITY POSTS IM GOING TO RIP MY BED SHEET AND SHOVE IT UP DEANS FUCKING ASS
Valentine’s Day may have already come and gone, but I finally have some SUPER RAD FOLDING CARDS for sale in my shop! The front is displayed above, and the inside is a (sfw) surprise~ If your method of showing affection involves gay centaurs and money, this might be the way to go!
(this is 100% a parody of that one George Leonnec painting and no copyright infringement is intended, etc)
oh and, of course: these losers are from my comic Hotblood!
narwhal-maid \o/ just felt like doing something less cartoony than usual~
Anxiety makes me feel like I’m full of moths. When you get excited for something, you get happy little butterflies, but the internal fluttering of anxiety is frantic and terrible. It’s in your stomach, making you sick. It’s in your throat, making it hard to breathe. It’s in your head, making it impossible to focus.
// Available as a print.