The Escapist

rdjpwns:

Third batch of progression gifs!

I accidentally deleted the TFW!Animal and PurpleSunset!Dean PSDs…

“And then she decides that it’s a good idea to muck around with some hot-ass demon-boy!”
Well… complaining, or they’re having some in-depth discussion about life. The former is far more likely. Behave for your sister, Sammy.

I did another photo paintover, this time of Female Cas and Dean.
Inspired by THE PERFECT FEM DEAN JACKET THAT codenamethedoctor-221b HAS

I was messing around to see if I could incorporate gifs with art (it looks like only the sunset one worked). Yeah, gifmaking if definitely not a strong suit for me.

None of the background gif/images are mine, but the Cas/AngeLock art is.

sonialiao:

Watching S9!Cas makes me kind of miss S4 and S5 Cas… watching over Dean (and maybehelpingwithnightmares @u@). Anyway, did this when I was supposed to be working on homework. STORY OF MY LIFE.

ansze:

Another portrait of Castiel, because I love him so much ♥

Own art (Tumblr)
Deviantart
Supernatural fan art

camacaileon:

Castiel

I give up - it looks so wrong, I can’t possibly fix it

lionstiel:

idfk i couldnt sleep and wanted to draw cas so i did

lionstiel-archive:

all my love, come blow me down
this is the bad news, here is the sound
…
my MY, how can you believe
with the world passing by on the street

“Where the hell are you when I need you?”

journal-of-a-man-of-letters:

Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #38

Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc

Chunks of time are missing. Seconds, minutes, and now hours. I have the feeling my life is passing in fast-forward without having any control over the events. I wish I could say I’m the spectator, but there’s no movie playing in front of my eyes. Nothing, just gaping holes in the film that seem to grow larger and larger by the second.

Earlier this morning, I was in the car with Dean on our way to a crime scene involving a possible angel slaughter. I looked out the window only for a second, a real second, but when I turned my head again, fifty miles had passed and Dean was giving me a rundown on the case as if I had been there to answer him the whole time.

What the hell happened during these fifty miles? Did I sleep? Did I have a normal conversation with my brother as if I were still there? Since I lost my soul a few years back, I’m afraid of what could happen if my conscience leaves the building. I know far too well how it ended up last time and the things I’m capable of. That’s what worrying me the most to be honest, more than all the enigmatic words of Vesta and Chef Leo about what I am inside. I don’t want to be responsible for the death of innocent people again–hearing their voices at night begging me to spare them, seeing their faces in my dreams defaced by fear. The sacrifice of all the ones I killed years ago is enough to haunt me for the next two centuries.

Every time I try to tackle the subject of these momentary losses of time, Dean goes automatically into his “everything is the Trials’ fault” spiel. I don’t care about my brother’s rambling, there’s no logical progression here: I went from resonating with the world, being aware of every single detail of the universe, every smell, every sound, to missing entire parts of my own life. From omniscience to nothingness.

Or is it simply the price to pay when you refuse the “gift” God gave you when you shut everything down? You just vanish from the surface of the Earth, little by little, minute after minute until there’s nothing left? If that’s really what’s happening, I see it as a blessing somehow. Dean will never remember me. He won’t have to worry about me or even to deal with my mistakes and poor life choices anymore.

It will be as if I had never existed.

emillu:

Has this been done already? Does anyone else feel that Sam is unnecessarily overly ripped?  I dew this for my friends birthday,  because she is terribly fond of Dean and his muscles.

I need to stop trying to doodle Dean without references before I hurt myself or offend someone