Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #37
All the strength my body has managed to regain in the past month seems to have disappeared as fast as it showed up. It feels like I can’t charge the batteries anymore even after fifteen hours of sleep. It’s not just about being tired and stiff, there’s something else, something I can’t put my finger on, the same eerie feeling that has been bugging me since I woke up in the car after we left the church.
Dean tried to convince me for the 100th time that what I’m going through at the moment is perfectly normal, just a random side effect of the Trials but I know that’s a load of crap. My brother has started to sound like broken record, same song, different verse, and I’m not buying his bullshit anymore.
I heard twice from two different creatures in the space of one month that there was something wrong with me. What were Chief Leo’s words again? “What are you?” And Vesta, what the hell did she mean by, “you’re all duct tape and safety pins inside”?
Honestly, I didn’t really need these confirmations; I’ve always known, deep inside, I wasn’t like everybody else. Castiel called me an abomination once and he was right, it wasn’t just some joke that crossed his mind while being drunk. In vino veritas, as we say but I can’t really blame him. I mean, how else would you describe a man that Lucifer himself chose as his very favorite amongst several billion? It started practically at birth after Azazel gave me that demon blood then it carried on all my life because I was special, because it was “Destiny”, not just a series of unfortunate events.
I’ve never been normal. Period.
Dean knows it. Dad knew it too. I’ll never forget the way he looked at me when he learned I had visions, how it gave him the final proof I was nothing but a freak. I thought that the Trials helped me to get rid of all this, that I have been purged from all the evil I had in me for good, that I was pure at last, but it was just a lie.
I felt pure but I wasn’t and I will never be.
Holiday Card Design (SPN)
DRAWING STUFFS, MAILING THINGS… Instead of working on my other art deadlines. OOPS!
A mes followers francophones: Journal of a Man of Letters est maintenant disponible en français, et toujours sur Tumblr, sous le titre, Journal d’un Homme de Lettres.
Vous pouvez retrouver également un index général de toutes les entrées sur Live Journal. Pour le moment, il n’y en a que trois de traduites mais j’en posterai d’autres dans les jours/semaines à venir.
Merci à tous ♥
If you are interested and if you want to practice your French, Journal of a Man of Letters is now available in French. You can find the translation on Tumblr at Journal d’un Homme de Lettres. Thanks a lot!
Sam+Ezekiel poster because Sam deserves to be in a poster too! And he even kinda-sorta has his own angel now (though Dean is still being a lying liar who lies, shame on you lying liar).
And yes, I actually did fanart instead of HW, haha, I WASN’T JUST SAYING IT /collapses
This is gorgeous <3
3-4h watercolor fanart of the Lucifer from Supernatural. ahh..the blood is so kitschy!
GORGEOUS. Kitschy blood and all. :D
wow, seriously amazing.
My card deck "THE FAMILY BUSINESS" is now available for purchase [HERE] until the end of 2013. For more information about all the characters/art included in the deck, as well as to see more action shots/photos, just follow the link. :D
Based on a scene that was deleted from the Avengers film.
Rather than uploading it myself, I’m reblogging my own art lol! Also there’s a link to my ‘Catavoy’ version :D
Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #33
Dean and I have been in the Batcave for more than six months now and this place hasn’t revealed all its secrets yet.
After a fancy “demon dungeon”, a library that would make the Library of Congress look like the kids’ section of the Lebanon Community Library, a garage full of million dollar wheels (which Dean loves to talk to in a smarmy voice as if they were hot bartenders), we found a computer that worked “magically” on its own, that didn’t seem connected to the rest of the electrical system. I had to call Her Majesty the Queen of Geeks to figure out how this antique was running (before swearing three times on the phone, I wouldn’t try to steal her iPad).
However, I didn’t expect Charlie’s presence to lead to a case involving a hunter trapped in a bottle since 1935 (a hunter who happened to be Dorothy, daughter of author Frank Baum), the magic of the Kingdom of Oz, or, of course, a centuries-old wicked witch.
Possession by an evil green smoke and a couple of red stilettos in the head later, the witch was gone—and so were Charlie and Dorothy, who had decided to follow the quest directly to Oz. I can’t help but worry for “our little Charlie”, though I’m sure she’ll be fine. She was the one who saved the day, after all! Maybe we’ll even have a new series of Oz books soon, written by the mysterious duo “D. Baum and C. Bradbury”. And if we‘re lucky, they’ll become classics and geeks will at last forget about Edlund’s works to focus on flying monkeys and other mysteries.
Speaking of mysteries…here’s a new one to add to the list: during the hunt, Dean called this name: Zeek? Zeke? I’m not sure. This only reinforces my idea that something has been happening with Dean since the Fall of the angels. He took three military trained demons down on his own the other day, killed the turbo charged angel that kidnapped Cas as if it was nothing, saved Charlie’s life after she was touched by the witch’s powers…I mean, seriously? Is he possessed by Captain America or something?! I’m trying to convince myself that there’s nothing wrong, that it’s just my brain playing tricks on me, but I know my brother is lying even if I still can’t figure out his motives. Why? Why would he lie the way he does? When you have a crime, you always have a motive and here, there’s NONE!
I guess I have to add this to the “stuff-that-isn’t-making-any-sense -at-the-moment” list, on the top of which is Castiel deciding to leave us all of a sudden. Dean said he didn’t want to be a burden and to attract other angels’ attentions to us, but in this case, why even contact us in the first place if he was so afraid to lead the enemy to our bunker? He knew we would bring him here eventually. Anyway, now he’s gone with only a duffle bag, a couple of bucks in his pockets, and enough food to feed a regiment for a month. I’m doing the best I can to help him from here though, using the Men of Letters equipment to build a kind of “angel radar”, but I can’t help wondering how he’s doing out there.
Dean and I are on our own again. Cas is on the road, Kevin at a nearby motel enjoying the latest Casa Erotica opus while trying to translate the Tablet. And Charlie’s gone on an adventure to the Land of Oz with Dorothy, happily following the yellow brick road.
Which is maybe the most ridiculous sentence I had to write in this journal to this date.
The Lost Notebook of Guillermo Del Toro Filmmaker Guillermo del Toro put all his ideas for “Pan’s Labyrinth" in a notebook — then lost it.
And done! At least I believe so;)
The whole idea of the angel possession creeps me out. Ezekiel is like a parasite inside Sam’s head, who knows his every thought and emotion. And who just switches him on and off, as if Sam would be some kind of device, not a human being. I honestly feel bad for both of them - Dean that he had to make such decision and already facing the consequences, and Sam for being manipulated and ‘incapacitated’ in such a creepy way. It’s gonna hurt, when it comes out.
Thanks a lot to all of you guys, who bravely followed the creation process. It was a lot of fun for me, should try doing it more often. Hope, it was also fun for you:)
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This is beautiful <3
Back to basics
and goreto THANK YOU all for following this Tumblr!! Hope you’ll enjoy the fugly little pumpkin ♥