FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!!! Also, I Am Back Bitches! Anyways, This Is A Destiel Highschool Au, Theire Sitting

Some endverse!destiel I forgot to post on here

I'm so curious as to when my mom figured out I was queer, cause I'm fairly certain she knew before I did. Let me elaborate

I never directly came out to my parents. I simply told my mom who I had a crush on when I was about 13. I'd realised I was gay a bit before getting the crush, but it was quite close in time. However, like a year before I came out (did not even know I was gay at the time) my mom made a comment about how she had a pretty good gaydar when it came to queer women, because she used to play soccer as a kid, and most of the players on that team, were lesbians. I also feel like there have been a lot of hints to her having a hunch throughout my childhood.

The most obvious moment was once when I was like, 11 maybe? and my family and I were having dinner. And my mom said something along the lines of "when you all grow up and get husbands" paused, looked directly at me, and said "or a wives" It is possible that I'm remembering this moment incorrectly, but holy shit, if it actually happened the way I remember? that shit's just crazy.

Me finding out I was a lesbian was also a bit of an ah-ha moment for me. Cause I went 1st through 7th grade just thinking "I don't have any crushes on any of the boys because all the boys at my school are morons." Then I changed schools, and met a whole bunch of new boys, but I still didn't have any sort of romantic interest in them, so then the natural conclusion was "oooh, maybe I'M the problem, not the boys." Which turned out to be 100% correct.

So I'm thinking it is possible my mom, being an adult and everything, picked up on this way before I realized myself.

Considering how obsessed my cat is with my achilles tendon (she bites it any chance she gets) I might have to rename her Patroclus...

15.12 Galaxy Brain 

Sam and Dean appreciation

Bobby really strikes me as the kind of man to not give two fucks about anyone's sexuality. He's read too much lore about non-humans to be so hypocritical as to assume heterosexuality is the default for any living being.

I like the idea that he's seen so much shit he just doesn't care, as long as the people he cares about are happy and no one is hurting anyone else.

He's dealt with so much toxic masculine bullshit from some of his hunter peers that, for the sake of not causing a fuss, he's just rolled his eyes at and hidden behind a book and a beer.

When Dean was a young hunter Bobby could see he was especially close with his male friends, caged by a homophobic father who he tried desperately to please. A father who warped Dean's perception of those friendships and taught him shame and fear of that kind of love between two men.

Bobby was no fool. He saw the way John changed Dean; closed the door on his lingering glances at the guys in the street and catapulted head first into his love for women and booze. But he wasn't about to make the boy's life any more complicated so he just figured one day Dean would figure it out for himself again and he would know that Bobby didn't care at all.

His brand of love was acceptance without prying. Caring for the boy's safety and giving him hell when he needed to hear it. But never, never making him feel shame.

If John ever suspected/caught Dean being too friendly with his buddies, and called Bobby, his response was always:

'He's your son, he's still young and figuring himself out and, shit, he deserves that chance to be young.'

'And your point is? What? So you ain't gonna love 'im? Ain't he proved himself to you time and time again?'

'i don't care what he might've done with any Tom, Dick or Harry, as long he ain't dyin in a vamp nest right now'

Years later, Dean and Bobby never talk about it in so many words but Dean never feels the need to say anything. He just knows that when he finally figures this thing out with Cas, Bobby will understand.

After Cas' death he struggles with the immense pain left by this new hole in his chest that he can't quite fill, and he wishes Bobby was there to just give him that unconditional acceptance again. Even if no words are spoken, he knows he's safe there.

Even in Heaven, Bobby's knowing look when he mentions Cas' name, sends a little nervous warmth across Dean's chest and down to his fingertips. He grips his beer tighter, the bitter taste of his father's disapproval in his mouth, but knowing that the man next to him has his back. Knowing that they both know where he's going to go next and who he's going to be looking for.

Sometimes I get stressed out that I'm not careful enough on the internet

Then I remember elderly people are downloading every wack ass popup they find and filling out their info to anyone who asks, and they are fine (for the most part)

And then I feel a lot better about the fact that I tend to accept cookies

everybody hold up i have something important to say

dean winchester is an allegory for the deconstruction of toxic masculinity

okay you may continue

I don't think we as humans appreciate dry and not slippery ground enough. Just being able to put your foot down and TRUSTING it won't move unless you make it.

Anyways, the weather in Norway is being insane, it's wet and icy as fuck, and I slipped on the ice and fell into a puddle on my way to work today...

Sometimes adulthood is having to call your doctors office asking for a renewal on a five+ year old prescription for allergy meds, cause the pollen allergy you thought you'd outgrown suddenly decided to make a comeback

This is the longest I’ve ever spent on a digital drawing with a whooping 13+ hours so you better appreciate the shit out of it!!

Currently selling a couple prints of this drawing here

I wrote a lill something to go with this, read it here: