blueeyesbrokenwings:

A few mutuals and I are starting an SPN rewatch! 

Come join us here!

hibahri:

1. A font you don’t like to use
2. A colour you don’t like to use
3. 3 reasons why you make graphics
4. Who/what inspired you to make graphics?
5. Link your first ever graphic (or earliest you can remember)
6. A graphic you’re proud of
7. A graphic you didn’t like but posted anyway
8. List 5 graphic makers you enjoy seeing graphics from
9. Which post has the highest amount of notes you’ve ever received?
10. 3 things you don’t like about graphic making
11. Do you save all your PSDs and keep them in folders? If yes, screenshot your folder(s). If no, explain why not.
12. Do you prefer making gifs or edits? Why?
13. What have you learnt since the beginning of your graphic making?
14. When did you start making graphics?
15. Name 2 pros and 2 cons of the program you use to make your graphics
16. Which fandom do you like making graphics for the most?
17. Name something you would like to improve on/learn
18. How long do your graphics usually take?
19. Favourite resource blog
20. Advice you would give to beginner graphic makers

casmish:

I think one of the things I enjoyed the most about the episode was how easily Cas just fit in. He fit with the Winchesters, he fit with the narrative. It was just so easy and simple, and it should be like this all the time.

riseandshinespn:

elizabethrobertajones:

Oh no.

http://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/146761508468/pastelroyalty-pastelroyalty-this-flower-shop

#I kinda want to do it :P

… I kind of did it because after a certain amount of terrible sleep my impulse control is non-existent

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This is probably a trap, Castiel thought, looking at the sign.

“If your name is Castiel, stop in today for a free rose”

Winchester and Sons florist was not just part of his walk to and from work - it felt like part of his daily routine, somewhere along the level of importance as the stop to buy coffee a minute earlier. 

In the morning he passed by as the shop was still opening, and if he was running late, it would be in time to wave good morning to the taller of the brothers as he brought out buckets and trays of flowers to sit in the sun, exchanging the pleasant “hi”s of acquaintances who saw each other often enough for one word conversations and nothing more. 

If Cas made good time and got a better start, he could pass the shop as the elder brother was washing the windows and singing to himself off-tune, and that fleeting encounter could make any sort of terrible day at the office somehow bearable.

If he spotted Cas coming too soon he would stop singing before Cas could hear him clearly, but they shared an awkward smile that Cas would carry with him for the rest of the day.

Occasionally he wouldn’t be spotted at all, and he could walk right past, and catch the song that the sponge squeaked in time to on the windowpane. It always felt wrong to miss out on the smile and be mistaken for any old pedestrian, but the tunes Cas didn’t even know hung in his head and somehow everything would go right that day.

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