If guys lookin’ like Sam and Dean Winchester showed up dressed as priests, I wouldn’t buy it for a hot second. I would just assume they were strippers who mixed up the address of the bachelorette party.
Then again, if guys lookin' like Sam and Dean Winchester showed up at my house for any reason whatsoever, I would assume shit was fucked and run screaming into the next county. Mmmaybe. Probably.
It's funny how antsy and anxious I get if I don't draw something or make something that I feel halfway satisfied with like every other day. If I don't draw, I have to knit or bake or write or clean something. The worst days are the ones when I don't have to work, don't have any social obligations, and still can't manage to get a thing done. I've become very emotionally codependent on making stuff. /random[ reblog on Tumblr ]
materials: pencil, paper + PS8
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