Six Wips Dead Nine Human Casualties

Clothing/pose practice w the boys :] !

i feel like i could tag every single one of these memes to an existing canon moment.

first fated memes of 2024!! (by me at least)

my awesome world. obviously it is more nuanced than this but this is the basics

okay so turns out me obsessively drawing and thinking about br'aad for 2 days non-stop was not me just being "silly with it" but i am in fact on my period instead😔

hiiii weve toally never spoken before but you should finish the fated streamer au heart emoji <3

wow hi i love to hear from first-time askers!!!!

rant loaded below the cut (i talk so much and don’t wanna cloud the dashboards of the disinterested) about the general progress of the project and other more fun plot line developments, especially as this au deals with a bunch of fun headcanons and character dynamics i don’t use in my work often.

thanks for the ask!!! so for starters,

*smoke bomb detonatesand i run away really fast and cool*

reblog with your most unhinged jrwi convos!!!

sometimes i have the audacity to think like "oh i dont think being alone so much over break affects me" and then i look back at old screenshots i have.

dilfs should fuck each other, solving the problem for themselves and enabling eeven more unrequited lust from freaks on tumblr dot com

dilfs are sexy but age gaps are bad which implies that the only morally correct dynamic with an older man is unrequited lust. discuss

i'm making a collection

consuming fan content isnt enough, i need to run him over in my 2003 honda civic

prithee, o great destiel: bear me only pleasant news

when dawn my heart breaks cross’t

pray, sweet picture: paint on my canvasséd soul;

a message more lithe than it’s messenger-

evils turn doth evil’s turn; but one spits my eye,

the other; my shoe- pray, good messr., where you’ll run frew?

o! thine eyes to glitter falsely with dawn’s blue baubles!

o! thine hands haply to clasp in thanks, nigh yet prayer!

o! that you have len’t your knees a’fore your patron as i might the maddona in prattled comfort o’ worship!

o, dear lordship, i lay my head to thine boots, mine suit laid yet lower than the hems of your own! employ this invention of mine, brave weapon: keep up your blade; for the gnashing of dawn’s teardrops do rust all the bright swords!

bear bright pleasants; fine caites and gemstones: no such jades! thrones may be carved of jade; go to, my lord, but see you any such jade lying suit to bear waiting, to hold weight? carry, sweet lordship, tales of higher rounds in the dark valley, where beneath such roads even the pale halv’d light o’ sickened moonlit’s hope does nigh reach!

carry on those red wings of scorching sun fortune, dear destiel- wave that blue and valiant flag of sky before you, and let it cloak all the world’s stage behind!