This Is Another Piece That Keeps Popping Up For Me And Putting Me In Trances Every Time. I Haven't Seen

This is another piece that keeps popping up for me and putting me in trances every time. I haven't seen 'Devour' and didn't realise until after coming across this artwork that it was based on this:

I am fucking ruined. It's exquisite.

𝑰𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕.

HB to Dean Winchester.

我想画神父太久了....

I keep coming across this stunning artwork and every time I do, I have to stop for a while. It's an incredibly emotionally loaded piece, and I can't get past Dean's hands gripping Sam for dear life. They're perfect. They're cradling, devouring. They swallow Sam up like Dean has been trying to do their whole lives. I can't look away.

It finally occurred to me today, after stumbling across it again, that it almost looks like he's breathing life into Sam. Like something awful has happened and the only way Dean can fix it is to pass his own life into Sam somehow, which he will always do, again and again, without a moment of hesitation, no matter the cost.

And then it hit me.

(The Kiss of Life, 1967. Photo by Rocco Morabito.)

This is what it reminds me of. It's the same desperation. The same surrender. The same exchange of life in a breath, a meeting of mouths, fear and need and rescue.

It's beautiful.

Hearts will dream again Lungs will breathe in Wash away the sins It's where it begins Feet won't fail you now Arms won't let you down Wash away the sins It's where it begins

Oh. So the Tumblr algorithm is just reading my WIPs now? 😂 Okay. That's cool. No, it's fine. Totally fine. It's nearly finished anyway.

@sam-is-my-safe-word Look! Other unhinged murder-suicide-Wincest-kink-having fuckers! I knew they were out there! 😂

I just think it’s romantic to be possessive over someone’s death. No one gets to kill you but me. I want to hold you as you die. Your last breath should mingle with mine. I want your blood on my hands because I’m the one that spilled it.

Gotta resurrect my Dick-in-a-box every dingdanged Valentine's Day. And I am not sorry about it.

DANGIT NOT AGAIN

it’s either that or nothing

I need to read this fic so badly. Right now. Immediately!

dean always talks. it feels like he’ll disappear if he doesn’t. but sometimes it physically feels too difficult to speak. so sam and him end up developing a sign language between each other, with sam interpreting for dean. it freaks everyone else out but it works so. when it’s one of those days dean will just tug on sam’s sleeve, point to his mouth and shake his head and his little brother will know.