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rcmclachlan:

"Check this out." Sam turns the laptop toward Cas, who blinks at it curiously. "The ESO’s got some incredible photos. They just uploaded a series of open clusters, and some of them are mind-blowing."Dean snorts from the bed, the remote control pointed at the TV like a weapon. Fifty channels, plus free HBO, and nothing’s on? How is that even possible? “You wanna show him mind-blowing? Look in my bookmarks under ‘pole dancing championship’.”There is a moment of silence, tense enough that even Dean manages to tear his eyes away from what must be Telemundo. They’re speaking Spanish and just broke out into a dance routine. This is why the American media sucks."Cas? Dude, you okay?""This image," Cas says quietly, eyes clouded with weariness and a thousand sleepless nights. Adapting to the routines of humanity hasn’t been kind to him. "It’s —""It’s…" Sam cranes his neck and squints at the monitor. "The Pleiades. Probably the most recognizable cluster there is.""Why do you even know that? No, seriously, how does that shit affect our lives at all?""Shut the hell up, Dean.""Sandalphon."Cas stares at the screen, eyes soft, lashes dipping with what can only be pain. He reaches out to touch — something Sam’s yelled at him for doing countless times — and gently places his fingertips upon it, treating it like the most precious gift he’s ever received. And it might be. The Winchesters have never been much for gift-giving, which is a shitty life to introduce Cas into. Normal people get gifts all the time. The last thing Dean gave him was a stick of gum.God dammit.
Dean rolls out of bed and pads over, resting an arm carelessly over the back of Cas’s shoulders. “Say again?”
"Sandalphon, my old general," Cas says, tilting his head. "This is… She was a brilliant tactician. She led the first battalion against Lucifer during the First War."Sam exhales softly. “What happened?”"She… decided that Lucifer’s way was right. She Fell."An awkward silence stretches between them, a small eternity passing before Sam clicks on the next picture. Cas expels a breath like it physically hurts him to hold it in."Chazaquiel."They go through maybe forty pictures of open clusters, which Dean still really doesn’t understand, Cas naming each of them as a brother or sister — “Penemue, Amaros, Arkas, Kochab…” — before they come to an image that is, admittedly, breathtaking. Dean lets out a low whistle and nudges Cas’s neck with his arm, fingers brushing the worn fabric of Dean’s old ACDC shirt, a bit too big over Cas’s thin shoulders."That one fucking rocks," he says, and nudges Cas again. "Who’s that?" Cas sucks in a shuddering breath and leans to rest his head on Dean’s stomach, fingers reaching out once more for the monitor."Me."


Nicely done

rcmclachlan:

"Check this out." Sam turns the laptop toward Cas, who blinks at it curiously. "The ESO’s got some incredible photos. They just uploaded a series of open clusters, and some of them are mind-blowing."

Dean snorts from the bed, the remote control pointed at the TV like a weapon. Fifty channels, plus free HBO, and nothing’s on? How is that even possible? “You wanna show him mind-blowing? Look in my bookmarks under ‘pole dancing championship’.”

There is a moment of silence, tense enough that even Dean manages to tear his eyes away from what must be Telemundo. They’re speaking Spanish and just broke out into a dance routine. This is why the American media sucks.

"Cas? Dude, you okay?"

"This image," Cas says quietly, eyes clouded with weariness and a thousand sleepless nights. Adapting to the routines of humanity hasn’t been kind to him. "It’s —"

"It’s…" Sam cranes his neck and squints at the monitor. "The Pleiades. Probably the most recognizable cluster there is."

"Why do you even know that? No, seriously, how does that shit affect our lives at all?"

"Shut the hell up, Dean."

"Sandalphon."

Cas stares at the screen, eyes soft, lashes dipping with what can only be pain. He reaches out to touch — something Sam’s yelled at him for doing countless times — and gently places his fingertips upon it, treating it like the most precious gift he’s ever received. And it might be. The Winchesters have never been much for gift-giving, which is a shitty life to introduce Cas into. Normal people get gifts all the time. The last thing Dean gave him was a stick of gum.

God dammit.

Dean rolls out of bed and pads over, resting an arm carelessly over the back of Cas’s shoulders. “Say again?”

"Sandalphon, my old general," Cas says, tilting his head. "This is… She was a brilliant tactician. She led the first battalion against Lucifer during the First War."

Sam exhales softly. “What happened?”

"She… decided that Lucifer’s way was right. She Fell."

An awkward silence stretches between them, a small eternity passing before Sam clicks on the next picture. Cas expels a breath like it physically hurts him to hold it in.

"Chazaquiel."

They go through maybe forty pictures of open clusters, which Dean still really doesn’t understand, Cas naming each of them as a brother or sister — “Penemue, Amaros, Arkas, Kochab…” — before they come to an image that is, admittedly, breathtaking. Dean lets out a low whistle and nudges Cas’s neck with his arm, fingers brushing the worn fabric of Dean’s old ACDC shirt, a bit too big over Cas’s thin shoulders.

"That one fucking rocks," he says, and nudges Cas again. "Who’s that?" 

Cas sucks in a shuddering breath and leans to rest his head on Dean’s stomach, fingers reaching out once more for the monitor.

"Me."

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dailycatdrawings:

230: Manul

Had a lot of Manuls/Pallas’s cats on my dash today, so I sketched one! 

I’d tried to do a full illustration, but it didn’t turn out. Instead I went back to the basics playing with shape. Just have to practice more.

I adore Pallas cats. And your art

dailycatdrawings:

246: La Perm

La Mew

dailycatdrawings:

250: Black Cat Sketch

Asker royalcanada Asks:
What cat type blogs do you follow?
alfuso alfuso Said:

dailycatdrawings:

I actually don’t follow all that many (I like art blogs!), but I really love love4my2cats. They’ve got really lovely photos of their twin Russian Blues. Cats are all over the internet, so finding cat blogs with consistently good photos are hard to come by. Then again I may just not be looking hard enough or in the right place! If you’ve got any suggestions please let me know! 

Went here and followed. Adorable Blues and great photos.

love4my2cats:

"Tis doth not bode well"

Classic window shot

love4my2cats:

These cats never fail to make me smile :)

I’m in love.

love4my2cats:

Bazyl sleeping on my desk

OMG, someone killed the cat!

Asker ash4arts Asks:
I LOVE your cat drawings and style! Your dog week is very inspiring as well. Could you do another dog week?!... And consider a Boston Terrier? No wait, a Borzoi! Definitely a Borzoi!!!
alfuso alfuso Said:

dailycatdrawings:

Thank you!

I am seriously considering Dog Week 2.0. The first Dog Week was too much fun. I had to look up what a Borzoi was, very cool looking dog!

A pharaoh hound, please?

dailycatdrawings:

269: Tiger Painting

Wanted to do something different this evening so I decided to break out the Gouache. It was a nice break from the usual digital sketch! It’s late so the picture isn’t that great. I’ll try to remember to take a better one in the morning when the sun is out.

I attached a picture of my work space just to prove this one was done traditionally. Man do I make an awful mess of my palette. Ah well XD

I am officially in love with your felines. Have six rescues and i so wish I could draw. Best I can do is an occasional
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