Was Anyone Gonna Tell Me That Jensen Ackles Used To Be A Cheerleader Or Was I Supposed To Figure That

Was anyone gonna tell me that Jensen Ackles used to be a cheerleader or was I supposed to figure that out on Pinterest.com myself

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Team Free Will

Just some lil guys I drew during a lecture.

Lil men

Dean

From that s1 episode, Bloody Mary :)

Edit: I forgot the reference!

Reference here :)

I did not- Lord help me I am too tired to be posting on Tumblr-

Honestly, I love how most artists depict Ares as mostly bare, not even a chestplate, and yet his face and hair is usually completely covered.

You'd take a look at his body and assume he was boasting his invulnerability and strength, and then you take a look at his face and you see nothingness incased in gold and a blood red plume matching the cloak around his shoulders. He is literally depicted as an Everyman, someone for soldiers to strive to be, and yet is faceless so he could be anybody. He's faceless in the war of the gods, a soldier's pawn in the games of his generals. And sure, he is somewhat shown to have his own will in myths, the Net and Jar ones for example, those both ended with him being bound and either mocked or forgotten about. He is the perfect image of the perfect soldier, faceless and yet intimidating, able to survive battle and yet follows orders to the tee because he knows what happens when he doesn't. And the cloak around his shoulders and neck paired with the golden protections around his wrists, forearms, and shins mostly have always screamed a bit 'shackle' to me with its placement. Like he's constantly being reminded of his failures by the very armor he's wearing- though it is limited. An aggressive figure to send into battle, and yet cowed at its master's beck and call with chains of its very own reliance. One that is dehumanized by the very thing that keeps it safe, and yet is shown off by the lack of safety almost everywhere else. The blood red on its plume and cloak reminding those around it of what it is capable of, and that it's not doing that to them because the master has not willed it.

But, maybe I'm just tired

(I wrote this at like 3 in the morning, I’m sort of its bad)

Honestly, it makes me so sad thinking about the first few seasons of Supernatural

These two dumbass brothers being codependent because of a shitty dad but it's okay because they know what they're doing is right because what they're killing is evil

And then when you look at Season 9, where I'm at right now, Dean's still codependent to all hell and Sam's just tired. He pushes Dean away because he tried to save him even though he's barely done the same any time Dean's been almost dead

Bobby's dead, that old house is gone, monsters are good it turns out, and the brothers aren't really acting like brothers, because Dean couldn't live without Sam

But Sam could always live without Dean, so the rift just grows