Day 1 Of Improving My Drawing Skills By 'borrowing' Body Anatomy Poses Of Pinterest.

Some Supernatural scribbles

Mumbo's cosplay arc

bdouble0 and purpled fanart ^^^ (hi tumblr :3)

@derpqueen22

ehehehh he's commited so much crimes

I hope Iskall85 understands that comparing himself, somebody who was a creep to people in his dms and who cheated on his partner, to women and marginalized people getting murdered, is disgusting.

He didn’t refute the screenshots being real, and he also put blame on the Hermitcraft server for cancelling him when they put out a neutral statement about the situation and gave him an opportunity to discuss what was happening. He’s been on Hermitcraft for eight years, he had close friends on the server. They did not think it was fun or advantageous to have this conversation. Some of the victims haven’t come out against him publicly, and there’s no motive for his moderators and team, who financially benefitted from him, to accuse him other than that being the truth. The hermits haven’t said much of anything at all, and what they did say months ago was short and precise, as well as contradictory to Doc’s statements on the hermits trying the best they could to talk to him.

If you support Iskall85 after this statement and after the evidence which has been presented then block me, because I don’t want to see you around. He very clearly guilted his former staff and threatened the people he harmed, and this is not behavior that should be tolerated in any way.

Highschool AU Treebark? I guess???

Ren walks into the hall, admiring fans filling the air with compliments. Martyn scowls as he watches from his locker, knowing that none of these people have a chance with Ren, unlike him. Ren’s ‘fake’ smile bursts into a real one as he sees Martyn, face brightening up with joy. Martyn shares the reaction as he shoulders his bag and starts walking to Ren’s side. 

“Greetings, my hand, what brings thy beauty to my presence?” 

“My lord, I believe thy beauty is far more than mine,” he responded with a smile. 

Ren chuckles, “You flatter me,” He says, before turning to see more fans crowd the halls, smiling as he greets them. Martyn stares at the floor, Ren hasn’t made their relationship public yet, fearing his admirers might place threats on Martyn. Martyn thought that was really nice of him but...He wished the girls would leave him alone. Every time someone looked at Ren with those awe-filled eyes, flirting with him, asking to date him, Ren smiling and putting down their offer, always hurt Martyn in a way, always made him doubt their relationship. Could he be declining them because of me? Because he doesn’t wanna hurt my feelings?

 “-which is why I need your help, Martyn” Ren says, resting a hand on Martyn’s shoulder,  startling him out of his trance. 

“Huh-wha-sorry say that again?” Martyn stuttered, very conscious of Ren’s soft hand ever so close to his face. 

“I was just saying, I’ve finished my script for my new show, and I was just thinking, I know you are a great actor when it comes to it. Would you like to join me?” 

Martyn feels his jaw drop as his brain processes Ren’s offer. Closing it when he realises that it's open.  He finds himself unable to speak.  “I um.” Martyn stutters when he realises what exactly Ren is asking of him. “Are you sure you want me to act for you?”

Ren’s smile goes wider and Martyn feels his heart flutter at the sight. “You won’t be acting for me! You’ll be acting with me! C’mon dude, it’ll be so fun!” 

Martyn finally lets the dopamine settle in at the thought of acting along with the love of his life, and a grin spreads over his face. “Of course I’d love to.”

“I knew you’d say yes.” Ren says, chuckling along with his words. “I’ll send you the script to proofread over as normal. You can choose which guy is more to your liking to act.”

“Uhm yeah sure!” Martyn says as he stops in front of his class door. “Alrighty then, see you next period?”

“You bet my dude.” Ren responds as they fist bump. Ren then walks away backwards, blowing a kiss towards the other. Martyn feels his face flush, before miming to catch it and send it back. Ren chuckles and turns around, walking to his next class. Martyn sighs as he reluctantly pulls his eyes away from his boyfriend and enters the room.

I recently got into Supernatural and it helped me with my writers block!!!

Have this

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Wind whistled in his ears, the moon illuminating his eyes, glowing in determination. Cautiously, he moves forward, the leaves beneath his feet crunching with every step. He had a mission, to find and shoot the foe that lurked on the grounds. Dean crouches behind a bush and adjusts the butt of the gun to fit between his arms. He hears a whoosh of leaves and sees a shadow out of the corner of his eyes. He turns immediately to the movement, and loads the gun with ammo. Seeing nothing he moves forward. He feels his heart racing as he crouch-walks towards the sound, his finger tight around the trigger. Dean turns the corner and-

He feels a sharp pain on his back, the splatter of paint heard against his shirt. He turns around to see Sam standing from his hiding spot behind him. Sam smirks, “I believe I win again Dean.” Dean grumbles and stands up, his gun left within the leaves. Dean smiles back and raises his hands in surrender. “Alright Alright I admit defeat,” His brother grins wider and drops his gun too. “Although I must say Dean, despite being such a good hunter, you are really bad at paintball.” Sam turns around to collect his ammo and with his back turned against his sibling, Dean reaches for his gun and shoots Sam on the back. Sam falls forward in shock and dives headfirst into the leaves. A f-bomb rang through the forest, followed by hearty laughter from Dean. Seeing the first genuine smile after Castiel’s death, Sam just can’t help but laugh back.

Joel fails miserably

Inspired by @your-daily-dose-of-caffeine's fanart

The winds picked up as Joel climbed higher and higher, threatening to push him over the edge any minute. 98….99….100. As he placed the last block, he took a moment to think about what he was about to do. He could hear the muffled yelling from his friends gathering down beneath him, Martyn was slowly climbing up the pole, ready to take a guess at his task. He could almost hear Grian’s protests to ‘be careful’. Joel knew Grian was anxious. Why was he scared again? It wasn’t like Grian’s the one up here. He shook his head, clearing any thoughts that would prevent him from completing his task. Joel needed this. It was almost like someone was watching him, not from below, but from above, egging him to jump. Egging him to fall. Egging him to DIE. Joel jumped. The wind grew stronger and stronger at each minute of his fall, whistling in his ear. He could feel the pressure of the atmosphere getting stronger. He fumbled to get his water bucket out of his inventory. Why didn’t I have it in my hand in the first place?! I’m such a blummin idiot.  I should’ve come prepared. I’m such a- Pain shot through his legs, his consciousness was fading, he could hear Grian’s anguished scream, the audience was in shock, He missed the water! I can’t believe he missed the water!  Someone..someone was laughing, laughing at him. He struggled to look up to find the culprit,  just to see a black figure with looming wings, all his eyes (eyes?) were filled with humour. The figure resembled someone he knew, someone he thought he could trust. “Grian?” Joel muttered. And then he passed out.

Yaoi-Off 2025-2: Elegy of a Broken World

Ranchers Part 1

“Sorry Mr Tek, we just can’t accept you.” Tango’s flame brightened. “Why not? I’m a hardworking guy!”

“Yes, we get that. Your architecture is certainly amazing, very detailed. But I don’t think that our colleagues will accept…” The lady’s eyes drifted to tango’s hair. “That.”

“I CAN CONTROL IT, I PROMISE YOU, I  AM THE MOST-” Tango cut himself off as the lady’s eyes grew more and more frightened as the flame rose higher and higher. Tango calmed down. “I’m sorry. I’ll-I’ll go now.” He walked out of the office, hurt by the woman’s reaction. He just couldn’t find a job, it wasn’t his fault that his hair was a burning flame. Tango sighed and boarded a taxi home. Tango pulled out his phone as the car started up, he noticed an advert offering a job to take care of some farm animals. He clicked on it, and saw that the location was quite close to where he lived, so he ordered the taxi to head over there and try it out.

Jimmy was just finishing up putting the cows back in the pen when he saw a car coming down the road towards the ranch. He closed the pen and headed towards the car. It stopped right in front of the house and a man with flaming hair stepped out of the taxi. He had baggy red pants with more pockets then anyone could ever need and a classic black t-shirt to go on top of it. His eyes were also a deep red, almost frightening to look at. But Jimmy found it strangely comforting also amazed by how cool his hairdo looked. As he got closer and closer to him, he realised that the man’s hair was a flame, moving in the breeze. “Nice to meet you,” The man said. “My name is Tango, Tango Tek, and I’m here for the farm job.” Jimmy smiled. “Yep, welcome to the ranch! Jimmy Solidarity.” They shook hands and he led Tango to the house. “So, why do you want this job?” Jimmy asked, “Well, I’m in desperate need of a job and I’m hoping you can give me one.” 

“Okay. You can start tomorrow, I’ll talk you through the list of things you need to get doing in the morning.”

Tango’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, it was that easy?”

Jimmy chuckled, “Oh no, this job is definitely not easy. Be there by 6!”

Tango smiled and did a pretend salute. “Yes sir!”