bitemebat:

bryntwedge:

Autumn Peace, commission for @egmon73 

Mycroft and Greg spend a nice autumn afternoon out in the country. 

Yes, those leaves were all painted one by one. So many leaves. 

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Wedge, this is absolutely stunning.

jazzforthecaptain:

Here’s your angsty harkstiel headcanon for the afternoon.

Jack met Castiel by chance before he met the Doctor. Maybe it was war-torn London, maybe it was some far flung planet far in the future, where one lonely traveler comforted another. He has no idea what an impression he left on Castiel, or even what he was.

But even if he’s never seen the angel since, he’s dreamed about him. Not often, maybe a handful of times a century, but boy, are they memorable. Flying biplanes over France like a pair of sunfishing dolphins. Screaming down a lonely Umbrian road on an old motorcycle, spires of trees and gilded fields whipping by, Castiel a hot wall against his back and hips. Spitting gravel from the tires of a jeep at midnight in a hilly wasteland, and this time Castiel is driving, and Jack has his hand between the stranger’s thighs.

All that heat and crazy speed and joy. Jack never sees the unwinding dragon, the storm, the smoke of the wildfire behind them. Never knows that what they’re running from are the worst of his nightmares. Never knows he’s being watched and protected.

One lonely traveler, wounded and trapped in the dark, does what he can to shield the man who once did the same for him.