Fem!Dean or maybe Jo? :)
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Fem!Dean or maybe Jo? :)
crossroaddean replied to your post:That's actually kinda cool though. C:
I literally live in the middle of nowhere on a hill. No one ever comes. Both depressing and wonderful. No one appreciates my decor but I do get to eat all the candy.
Oh no ;-;
I live in a town of 6 000 people, but about 4 000 of those seem to be kids. :P There are two schools and at least four kindergartens near my place so you can bet we have some commotion.
Happy birthday!!!
thank you!!!
sorry for the late reply, i had a crazy hectic day yesterday!
Heeey! I hope you're having a fab day, sugar! I'm p excited for this weekend, actually, 'cause I'll be volunteering and also my birthday is Saturday but that's whatever. (ps you have a super rad blog and you're super rad, just all of the rad goes to you)
pshhshhshh xD well since you sent this on thursday and i’m an idiot for putting these rates off for so long
i hope your bday was amazing!!!!!! and my thursday was ehh... funny story, probably right around the time you sent this, i mean, like, RIGHT AT THE EXACT TIME WITHIN MINUTES i was sitting at the table eating cereal then i saw one of my aunts cats outside so i went to go pet it but the door closed behind me so i locked myself out and had to wait an hour for my grandma to rescue me *sigh* but later that night i watched mystery spot with my aunt so :)
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crossroaddean replied to your photo “Worked on faces today… How many Jensens can you spot??”
THESE ARE SO GOOD LIKE ????? HOWWW DO YOU DO THE THING???
Aww you are too kind! These are like 5 minute quick sketches... I’m trying to get faces right. I have such a hard time with them for some reason. Jensen’s face is actually really good to practice with because I don’t mind staring at it ;) Misha is in there a couple times too but he gives me problems :( I wish I could get him right!!! My favorite face out of them all is actually my own?? lol (Its towards the bottom left. )
crossroaddean said: IT’S BEEN 100 YEARS
SHIT, BUT– SHIT! STILL TOO SOON, I WASN’T READY FOR IT
So I found out today that kei-nyan has a TUMBLRRR. I highly recommend you check out her blog and hit that follow button. Promise you won’t regret.
It's 1:13 AM.
I stay up way too late every night. And it's late at night when I start thinking about my grandpa. In June 2013, my grandpa died from pancreatic and liver cancer. I wasn't living at home at the time, I was in residential treatment, so I couldn't go with my mom and my brother to visit him right before he died. I had weekly phone calls with my parents. And that was it. And normally there was no grandparent calls, but because of his situation, I got to talk to him for ten minutes every week. It was great. Difficult, and sad, but I was so grateful. About five days before he died, I was given the utmost of privileges and allowed to video chat him. He was in hospice, and mostly my grandma talked, and he winced a lot, but I was so so grateful. Towards the end of our conversation, he told me something that was kinda cliche, but I will never forget. He basically told me that he wanted me to keep going and go live my life. Very Rose and Jack Titanic-esque. And I cried, and I think he cried a little. He died when I had only been at the treatment center for about a month. He only got to see the hot mess I was. Fourteen months later, in July 2014, I was a completely different person. I didn't want to die anymore. I came home and I'm a functioning senior in high school. I have friends (I mean not many, but enough,) and I have straight A's, and I just completed my Girl Scout Gold Award. (Similar to an Eagle Scout Award, for those of you who don't know, it's basically a huge deal.) And in two months, I'll be graduating. And every night, when I stay up until 1:13 AM, I get really sad, because he's never going to see me graduate. I can't call him on the phone and tell him about my Gold Award and how I was in the paper, or about the colleges I've been accepted at and the scholarships I've received. He was a big card player, and next year when I turn 18, he won't be able to take me to the casino. He didn't get to see the grown up, independent young women I have been and I will continue to become. And I know, there's the whole "he's watching from above" and "don't worry, he knows." It just ain't really the same. My whole house is asleep and I guess I just needed to tell somebody. So, if you read this, thanks for listening.