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HI MY NAME IS KIKI AND THIS IS MY BLOG FOR SKETCHES AND RANDOM CRAP I FIND AMUSING AND LATELY THAT SEEMS TO BE A LOT OF DESTIEL, COSPLAY TUTORIALS, GAY STUFF AND STUPID INTERNET DERP. I'M A SAD CHEMICAL ENGINEER SENIOR TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH SHITTY SENIOR DESIGN AND WHEN I'M NOT CRYING FROM SCHOOL I GET DRUNK I DRAW SHITTY GAY ART.

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dudewheresmypie:

dudewheresmypie:

dudewheresmypie:

dudewheresmypie:

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Thanks, tumblr.

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I think the tumblr staff are slowly losing their minds.

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You think they just sit around, like… We have to top April Fool’s Day.

· tumblr · haha ·

jasjuliet:

ybee:

please look at this really cute thing Shippuuden did

I will LEARN THIS.

SO hard.

· video · naruto ·

I Have Never Loved Someone by My Brightest Diamond

kaon4shi:

cassherns-wrath:

So I’m not sure what to call this

But I figured I’d at least try to impart my knowledge of (hank hill voice) weapons and weapon accessories.

If you like this, tell me, and I might do another tutorial some time!

Lots of useful information here!

irrefutablegentleman:

crocolate:

whitepool:

criminy:

Steve Hampton: Figure Drawing: Design and Invention

Figure Drawing 

I took one of his classes back when I went to art school and he’s an incredible professor and instructor. I’d advise people to look through his studies and even buy his book. It’s not necisarilly how to draw correct anatomy but to know it while making it stylized. His class basically teaches the mechanics of the body while using imagination. 

Seriously, I recommend anyone to attending one of his online workshops. It’s kind of pricey but much more affordable than what I paid. Then again I had my own benefits.  

 

WHOA

-shoves these refs under my arm-

pay attention, children

petite-madame:

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

Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #59

Some things are not meant to happen.

Today, I thought I’d finally take my revenge on Gadreel, that I’d get a chance to make him pay, blow after blow, for what he’s done, but now I’ll have to wait. The son of a bitch suddenly became a valuable bargaining chip in a deal set by Metatron himself and unfortunately, it was an offer we couldn’t refuse: Gadreel’s life against Castiel’s. I wasn’t keen on letting the angel go but between revenge and friendship, the choice was quickly made.

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I had to edit the post and upload the art in two parts because it was blurry (too big apparently). For the full size version, you can go here.

mechinaries:

i imagine both steve and bucky like to come up with different ways to poke fun at sam every time they pass him during jogging

because they are shitheads

(the first one is a print you can get here)

novachester:

Dean is an elegant sleeper, Castiel would say if ever asked. His breath is soft, nearly silent, as if the fear of alerting the outside world of any vulnerability carries even into his sleep. His lips lay parted, but never gaping, and his limbs sprawl out in long arches that seem to go on for miles, endless plains for Castiel to trace by touch and by sight.

Who can blame him for his penchant of observing whenever the opportunity arises? Whenever Dean falls asleep against him, Cas gladly takes his time in appreciating every nuance and detail of Dean’s slumber.

Most beautiful of all is Dean’s soul as he sleeps; It glows honey gold and ripples prettily with greens and blues, twisting and reaching out beyond his mortal coil in an unreserved kind of way that Dean is only open enough for when he sleeps.

His soul arches out as high as the ceiling before falling back in on itself, as if reaching again and again for something Dean would never admit to wanting in his waking life, but always coming just short of it.

With a gentle responding brush of his grace, Castiel finds he can bring the entirety of Dean’s unconscious attention wholly upon himself.

The touch of Dean’s soul is as addictive as any narcotic, a warm kind of rush that envelopes Castiel and begs him not to go. It wraps around and entangles with his grace, leans against him while simultaneously supporting him, as though no part of Dean could stand to rely on someone without also holding them up.

Castiel reaches out with the blue-white tendrils of his grace and, like a magnet, Dean reaches back.

Often times there are tremors of fear in Dean’s soul, fed by his mind and the memories locked away there. They could be of screaming souls in the pit as Dean’s knife bites into them, of Purgatory, of Sam with blood stained lips, black sludge dripping from blue eyes, or of worn old caps with bloody holes in them. The horrors would mix and meld into new realities, but it all ends in a place where Dean is what he fears most; truly and utterly alone.

The first thing Castiel does is always soothe away the fear, the anger, the images. He pushes away the darkness and draws forth the light, beckoning Dean’s mind out of its shell-shock and into a softer state of being, allowing his mind to construct dreams without the pillars of bone and stain of blood.

Without the taint of Hell and the plague of his agonies, Dean can dream freely of what life has never seen fit to grant him. He can dream of his mother and father, happy and homed with their two sons. He can dream of Lisa and Ben, the family he couldn’t keep. He can dream of Sam’s wedding day, a bright celebration of the life and laughter he’d always wanted.

Who would have thought that, when left to drift freely, his mind would simply recall and re-enact something as simple as fishing at the end of a dock… with Castiel by his side, seated and fishing.

Cas smiles, stroking his fingers absently through Dean’s hair as he watches the dream unfold, vicariously indulging in what he himself is incapable of as an angel. Cas can’t dream, but he can find peace and solace in the abstract sanctuary of Dean’s mind.

The blue sky swirls through the greenery and blends into the blue of the water within Dean’s subconscious, the nonsensical making perfect sense in the eye of a dream, and the tone of it is so utterly soothing that Cas can’t help but fall into it, closing his eyes and holding Dean close.

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palmsizedmoth:

ask-fire-emblem-olivia:

roavaswardrobe:

THAT IS EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

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slim-andfit:

crayonguy:

Bunny master post

Happy Easter :) ♡

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akailolita:

good weather during finals 

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neverending-fairytale:

Saw my all time favourite dress. Great opportunity to shoot some close-ups!

imalosthippocampus:

baby cas is done

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