#great work!!!

[peridot-5-xg]

🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ what more can i say,,,,

LAPIS????

WHO IS THIS HUMAN???

OH MY STARS..

SHE DID????

WOW THANKS…

I AM FLATTERED!!!!!!

SALUTATIONS HUMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT SHE HAS RECORDED!!!!!!

[punkitt-is-here]

Hi I've been thinking about your human Pinkie design a lot so I made fan art :3

NO WAY SHE'S SO CUTE

[deez-art]

If you don’t mind, could you review my artwork here?

I drew Romy in the Animaniacs Reboot art style and I wanted your personal opinion of how close it matches with the art style, and of how much it looks like Romy...

(the left drawing has his canonical hairstyle, while on the right I gave him something new that would suit him)

Ajflkajfk OMG ok, these  are awesome and you nailed the style!!!! I can totally see this as his cartoon design. It matches perfectly both in style and character.

Now if I want to be picky (and you can ignore this if you want, the style is on point, this is more me checking every detail for clean up XD). My only recommendations would add the bushy brows of Brain, since in the original Romy design (specifically the head) he had more of a Brain look.

And for the teeth, that follow Pinky’s design, they have this shadow to give them more of a 3D look

Those would be my only suggestions but as I said it's already perfect. For the hair style both are amazing, I would go for the first one, but the second one is also pretty good and it gives him a more modern look, tho I would shorten it a bit so they don't clash with the brows and the design can shine.

[hajime-isayama-official]

@mariaab2k05 

MY BBY RECOVERING ( JUST A HEADCANON AND I MADE MYSELF CRI MORE :( )

Not gonna lie, I saw the caption and I knew this was from you.

[lanaarwenlazar]

the home and away episodes that were on tonight should just be named "how to ruin evie's life in 1 2 3"

[alltheselights]

A Project Home submission from @itisneverthefall

Project Home | Day 4 - Harry Day

Stream | Thunderclap | ITunes

[deansurvived]

The Inquisition

He thrust a hand forward, grasping desperately onto the tunic of the man before him. Weary eyes met the younger man under a mix of sadness and desperation. “Dean,” he spoke, deep voice steady despite the surmounting pressure. “I am trying to help you not be hanged. Why can’t you just accept-”

“Accept what, Cas? The idea of ‘God’? You want me to believe in some sort of all-powerful being that perches in the clouds and looks down on us 'peasant folk’?” Dean snapped, pulling from the inquisitor’s grip. A frown ran over his face, irritation present in every word. “You think if there was a 'God’, that he’d make Sammy suffer like this?”

A coughing fit rumbled through the small shack, hidden by the only dividing wall.

“Dean-”

“You think 'God’ would let the demons walk this Earth?” he continued, ignoring Cas’ interruption. “You think 'God’ woulda okay’d all these creatures roamin’ about?” A vague gesture to the multitude of hunter’s gear scattered over the sparse furniture only served to enunciate his point. Reaching for a stake stained from years of death, Dean turned to face the table. His hands wound around it tightly, fingering the grooves in the wood. A heavy silence settled as he bowed his head and let loose an unsteady breath. “You think if there was a God, he woulda made my mom suffer, too?”

Cas opened his mouth to answer, but closed it just as quickly. Only the truly evil deserved suffering the way the Winchesters had experienced, but as it was explained to him; 'The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all.’ Of course, he’d tried again and again to tell Dean that there was a reason for his suffering; that his reward would surely come… but there’s only so many times he can repeat scripture without it falling on deaf ears. Instead, he’d resigned to begrudging silence in lieu of arguing religion with the oldest Winchester. It hadn’t been a problem until Father Zachariah ordered a crack-down on suspected heretics, and even then, he always thought he could protect Dean from the congregation’s accusation.

Dark brows knit tightly in concentration as uncertain words toyed at his tongue. There were a million things he wanted to say, but absolutely none of them could excuse the death of Mary Winchester.

“I swear, Cas, if you’re even thinkin’ about sayin’, 'All things happen for a reason,’ so help me, I-” Dean turned again to find Cas in the same place he’d been, mouth drawn into a thin line. It was all too clear to the hunter what he was thinking. “Get out.”

“Dean." The inquisitor took a step closer, only to be met with a snarl and a backhand into the air between them. "Dean, would you just-”

“Get. Out.” It was a harsh bark, loud enough to startle Sam into another coughing fit.

Cas’ eyes softened in pity. Extending a hand once more, he voiced a plea. “Dean, listen to me. I am trying to help, both as your friend, and as the appointed inquisitor of Lawrence-”

“I don’t give a shit if you’re the King of England! Get the hell out, Castiel. I don’t wanna see you around here anymore. You got that?”

The priest leaned in, studying the other man’s anger with a careful trepidation. Dean’s anger was unrelenting, and in truth, he supposed, earned. To do right by the brothers often meant to play martyr, and as martyr, he would gladly take a verbal assault from the hunter than watch either of them go up in flames.

A deep breath gave way to a curt nod as Cas resigned to his fate. He strode briskly from the small home; the cold air a relief from the residual heat of their argument. As he passed under the entrance way, Cas gave a final look over his shoulder. “The congregation and I will arrive at dawn tomorrow. I suggest both you and Sam be ready… I will be championing for your exoneration, of course.”

The only reply is a heavy thud of a door, already nailed with a notice of heresy.