#alyx-rush

[sunshine-yoong-i]

Tombstonecas and whiskeydean are hella great names though. Plus, feels like a aesthetic? And somehow vaguely side by side makes a AU with a sort of hunter/detective!dean that has a ghost!cas as a ally idea.

I agree with you about the aesthetics, it’s partly why I chose them! And I totally see that now! I never though of them like that. That would make a really good fic tbh. 

[xcosmichearts]

Damn. I love your blog. Good blog. Gr8t blog.

OMG!!! Thank you so much. It means a lot ❤︎

[bonepoem]

Hadreel

[bonepoem]

I had never heard of Hadreel until this moment with your tags omg-- is that Hannah and Gadreel?

Yep! If you look up the hadreel tag on tumblr, you will literally only find the posts I’ve made and asks I’ve answered. It’s an extreme rare pair and I’ve been working hard to try and grow it, but it’s had a slow start… for now. 

I’m planning on writing a bunch in the coming weeks :D It’s going to be awesome and I can’t wait for people to see more of them~!

Here are my reasons of why they’re amazing, part one and part two

Here are my shameless hadreel au’s

[benafleck]

Happy birthday <33333

Thank you!! :D

[dovesdanceatdusk]

I saw your tags noticing the placement of the quote on the ribbons over both Sam's and yes. yes I am so happy, that is exactly why I chose to do that. It's actually the whole reason I painted that piece. Thank you so much for noticing ❤️❤️❤️

You’re welcome! Ah, that’s so awesome. ^w^

*whispers* For anyone curious, the art in question --> [ x ] 

[omaano]

Bold colors!!! But even with your sketches I think the thing I notice most is how you shade in gradient- like you're pulling from the softness of how people look in natural light and mixing that with much richer palettes :)

Me and bold colours? O.O I’d have never made this connection even under torture, so WOW  - thanks! I mean, I’m always insecure about my colours and I mostly feel like I’m picking them at random (now I try to change that) - but, okay, yeah, it feels really nice that you think it’s my thing! ^n^

I feel so much better with lots of the things I was growing meh about in my art. THANK YOU! <3

[beekeepercain]

Sadreel 3:2 sexy starter ;A;

3:2 ‘we’ve been friends-with-benefits for a long time, and now that one of us is in a relationship, are we going to stop?’ sex

It had been three hours since Sam kissed her, left her sleeping in her bedroom and drove back to the bunker. Three hours since he realised he was in pretty deep, perhaps for a lifetime. Thee hours since he realised he’d somehow woven a trap for himself, like a spider’s web he’d managed to get his head caught in the middle of as it kept tightening around him. 

It didn’t feel the same anymore to have Gadreel’s fingertips questioningly trace along his arm in welcome. It felt almost the same as cheating money out of someone who didn’t explicitly deserve to get screwed over - like necessity rather than justice. The words he’d given her in the beginning (that rang more along the lines of “it is what it is”, something Dean would say) seemed hollow now, like an excuse rather than disclosure, omission rather than honesty.

He felt guilty going along with it, even though he needed the comfort of it and knew Gadreel needed it even more than he did. Not because of her; she knew about this, even if he’d never communicated it the way he’d wanted to, the way she would have deserved, but because of Gadreel. Because he didn’t know how deep Sam was involved with the woman whose face he’d seen once in passing, and ultimately, because Sam himself didn’t know how deep Gadreel was in this with him. They’d fallen into it, into the touches and the long silences full of warmth and unspoken things and the relief of uncertainty, without ever putting a name on it. For Sam, it was companionship - not friendship, not a relationship, not love and not lust but rather mere affection and trust spoken in the only language they both could operate in. He’d always somehow expected that it was the same with Gadreel, but when he left for three days and spent them talking and walking and laughing in bright sunshine or in showers of rain in the plain view of anyone passing by, he’d come to question that. He wasn’t hiding anything. For him, it was what it was. But what was it for Gadreel, who had no alternative but to take what was given to him? He wouldn’t have been able to ask for more even if his life had depended on it. The catch of it all was that he’d never be able to ask for anything that Sam didn’t choose to offer him first. And who the hell was he to tell what the other’s needs were, when he’d never managed to shape them up to a question? All Sam gave him were these late hours in a darkened bedroom, out of sight, out of mind; touches that never echoed in more than mere looks and smiles when they left the room. There was no disclosure for them. Nothing solid to lean onto - not even a label.

He closed his eyes, heavy and stinging with sleep, when his back hit the softness of his mattress in full weight. His body remained in conflict when it tried to mold both into the embrace of the bed and into that of Gadreel’s, the kisses offered for his neck exactly the way he wanted them, the gentle hold of two strong hands over his waist, and he moaned more out of frustration than anything else, rising up just enough to press his forehead against Gadreel’s.

“We need to talk.”

He’d never broken the silence before. He saw Gadreel’s eyes widen for just a fraction of a moment before the male backed up, sat on the edge of the bed looking scared like he was certain he was at fault somehow. Before he could ask, Sam offered him an apologetic smile. It seemed that the ominous ring of those words was universal after all: even an angel would shudder at the sound of them.

“I need to know how you feel about this. What we are. What we do,” he tried to explain, knowing he could have just as well asked him to describe a colour he couldn’t see. How else could he put it?

Gadreel remained silent, struggling with the question just as Sam had expected. The younger looked away for a moment, trying to rephrase. In the end, he had no other option than to dive in at the deep end.

“I love her,” he started, giving Gadreel a look.

The struggle left the older’s features as he abandoned the impossible question and held onto Sam’s words instead, the clarification, the language that he could hope to speak. He nodded, as if this wasn’t news to him.

“I know this,” he confirmed, “I would never question it.”They stayed quiet for a moment before he continued, grasping the unspoken connection between Sam’s words.“Do you wish for us to stop?” he asked then.

Sam shook his head.“No. That’s not what I’m aiming for. I just need to know if - if you want to. If you don’t want to be involved with someone who’s already involved with someone else.”

“I would not mind. Does she?”

“No. She - I don’t - I need to talk with her more about it, now that we’re going - now that it’s steady. But when I told her about you, she didn’t think it was a dealbreaker. She knows how I feel about her and how I feel about you and that it’s not the same, and it’s alright with her. I guess she just thinks it’s a part of the whole messed-upness of everything else in my life and she’s just embracing it as a part of it; I’ve never really understood why, but she doesn’t ask many questions, she just seems to accept things as they are. I just need to know if this is enough for you. If having me this way is what you want or if you need or wish for more, because I know that even if you did, you’d never tell me.”

A small, weary smile lingered upon Gadreel’s features for a moment. Then he laid his palm over Sam’s chest and left it there above his heart - Sam felt his own pulse mirror from the warmth pressing over him.

“I cherish what we have,” Gadreel promised him, “and I do not ask for more. I am an angel, Sam; my needs and desires are different, as you well know. I have no place in your life like she might have, and this is not against my wishes.”

Sam raised his brows, waiting for clarification to follow. Gadreel watched him and his smile grew wider, perhaps slightly amused, before he looked away.

“You give me what I need,” he said then, “More than what I feel I deserve, but you’ve told me not to turn away kindness, and I try to heed those words. I do not long for a human relationship. I do not long for anything beyond a purpose and a home and a sense of belonging. You’ve given me all of this, and I could not and would not ask for anything beyond.”

He looked at Sam again, this time with the hopeful look of having answered a question clearly enough. There was a reason they didn’t tend to talk much, instead letting actions speak for themselves; words rarely satisfied either of them the way silent actions could. Slowly, Sam nodded. He reached out a hand and pulled Gadreel down again, and as if there had never been a pause, the angel pressed his lips over Sam’s neck and Sam moved to take off his shirt: they left the reading light on for once, joining together in silence.