Anonymous asked: Hello there! I just wanted to tell you that I'm truly in love with your art, I think it's amazing how you can make your sketches really look like the person they're supposed to be with just some lines! Hope this message doesn't bother you, have a nice day
it doesn’t bother me at all, this is an awesome message!! thank you, kind stranger ;3; I’m always pleased to hear that someone enjoys my art! you are wonderful, thank you!
well I finally called my therapist after months of phone-anxiety.. I don’t know how it all works, but I hope her recommendation is enough to convince my general doctor to keep prescribing my medication. The psychiatrist is just too expensive and I don’t consider going back to him an option.
- discoflux said: I thought this was going to be a batman fanfic at first.
I can’t even imagine your disappointment ):
wild (old) fanfic appeared!!
just a blurb? thing? post-s8 human!Crowley feels I wrote in May 2013, completely unrelated to that other thing I wrote. there might be mooseley if you squint.
The residents of the Batcave kept such irregular hours that the five of them were never in one room at once. Kevin especially was rarely seen. He spent a good portion of his time on the phone and at the computer, skimming job listings and apartments up for rent.
“Who knows,” said Kevin, with a shadow of good humour, “maybe I can put translating the Word of God on my resumé.”
By chance, Sam, Dean, and Cas were in the Batcave’s main room discussing a possible case when Kevin came out with a loaded duffel bag. Not much later Crowley appeared, slinking along the walls like a small, nervous animal. The lot of them had not been in the same room since Cas had first moved in.
Kevin, in his usual way, pretended not to see the former King of Hell. He continued to address Sam. “I’ve got a few job interviews lined up. I’ve got some money in savings, so I can manage on my own until something sticks.” He took a deep breath. “So this is it. I never want to see any of you again.”