#Def Americans

[weflyonthewall]

Def Americans - Patronaat, Haarlem, may 2024

Ricoh GRIIIx

[aliensfuckmeup]

Song: “CLONES” by Lana Lubany. Spotify / Youtube

[tapeworrmart]

Withnail and I is my fav end of Dec film. I did this art nearly 4 years ago.

[sourjabloki]

something silly with these two

[tiffysdeath]

absolutely in love with his side profile <333

[lostreverb]

RUNNING OUT OF TIME

(warren lipka x reader) in where your boyfriend shows up on your doorstep in the pouring rain and you're left to face a bleak reality

content: angst-fluff (b/c i can't help myself)

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warren's future was slipping away like rain down the gutter.

he stared at your front door, his breath shallow, as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the doorknob—tense jaw, shoulders slumped under the weight of failure.

the meeting with the art dealer was a disaster; it unraveled faster than he could react. now, spencer's phone was compromised, chas had threatened his life, and he was left wondering how everything had gone so wrong.

warren had been standing outside in the pouring rain for 5 minutes, debating whether or not he should ring the doorbell, before it swung open.

"warren?- warren! you're drenched, come in dry off-"

there you were. somehow knowing he was at your place, without him even calling. already willing to take him in.

it had been weeks since he heard your voice, even longer since he last saw you.

as much as he wanted to tell you how it everything went down in new york he didn't want you to get involved. not towards the end. considering how shit was hitting the fan the less you knew at this point, the better.

warren remained rooted in place, shaking his head despite the rain running down his face, dripping from the ends of his hair—once neatly combed back, now curling at the ends as the water seeped in. "no, it's… it's okay," he mumbled, voice shaky, nearly inaudible.

you were too good for him—too kind, too smart. yet you were making the stupid choice to love him, no matter how deep he dragged himself into this mess. you stayed when anyone else would have walked away. and he let you. again and again, he let you. he should have dropped you by now like he had with every other girl before. but you? he couldn’t seem to push you away, no matter how hard he tried. your love for him was so genuine it was intoxicating.

"warren, stop this. come inside," you urged, tugging on the wet fabric of his coat, not caring if it soaked through to your skin. you needed him close, safe.

"y/n."

"...what happened?"

your eyes bore into him, wild with concern and affection, searching for any explanation in the features of his face of where he'd been all this time. it was almost too much for him to bear.

warren's face began to heat up, eyes stinging as he fought back tears. as he looked at you, your face mirroring his expression it finally set in.

the fear.

the fear of what he'd lose if everything doesn't miraculously pull through.

if he went to prison...

you both were still so young.

the last thing he wanted was for you to waste your life away, waiting for him.

although he probably couldn't bring himself to stop you even if you did.

"baby…" you whispered softly, your lip trembling as you studied his face. you could see it—the panic behind his eyes. he was terrified.

"i just wanted to see you…" he looked away for a moment, staring into the rain before his eyes flicked back to you. "before i, uh…" he swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. "just wanted to see you…"

for a brief moment, there was only the sound of the rain, each drop hitting the pavement like a ticking clock, counting down the seconds he had left.

there was a pause of silence before he spoke again, his face scrunched up in a pained expression. "hey.. you know i love you, right?"

you chuckled at his redundant question. obviously you both knew that he did. "that's like the only thing i feel sure of nowadays," you answered, the corners of your mouth slightly lifting.

he sniffed, his gaze dropping to the ground for a second as his shoulders trembled. "fuck…"

warren couldn't help himself anymore.

he pulled you out into the rain, arms wrapping around you tightly as his lips found yours. rainwater soaked through the thin fabric of your top as you melted into the kiss, feeling the desperation behind it, the unspoken words that neither of you could bring yourselves to say. his hands were shaking as they moved to cradle your face, his forehead pressing gently against yours after he broke the kiss, leaving a trail of warmth as his lips touched down on your forehead.

you let out a soft, breathy chuckle, your fingers resting against his chest, feeling the erratic thrum of his heart beneath your touch. your gaze drifted down, hands squeezing the red scarf draped over his shoulders. "i was gonna ask if you could pick me up from class tomorrow," you murmured, your tone light despite the knot in your stomach, "but why do i have a feeling... you can't?"

warren’s mouth formed a bittersweet smile as he brought his arms around you again, his hands moving in slow, comforting circles on your back. "’cause you're smart," he whispered. "keep usin' that big noggin of yours… don't be like me, okay? promise me that."

you gave a small nod. "i promise."

warren leaned in again, his lips hungrier this time. like he was afraid if he didn't make the most of this moment he'd never get to again. he held you against him, one hand holding the back of your head, the other caressing your backside, passionately conveying his love for you. after a long while, with both your lips swollen and wet with tears, his thumb stroked the side of your cheeks, wiping yours away. he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours again.

"bye.." he whispered, barely audible.

you couldn't bring yourself to say it back.

he hesitated for a second, his eyes lingering on you like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. then, with a deep breath, he turned and walked away, the rain swallowing him up as he went back to his car and drove off.

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tags (ask to be added or removed anytime!): @fear-is-truth @juliamaximoff @jazz-berry @violetsghosts @quickreider @tiffysdeath @marchsfreakshow

[samantha-and-nellie]

every outfit worn by rebecca mader as cornelia edwards in samantha: an american girl holiday (2004)

(check out what appears to be a repeat wear of her going-away suit with a different shirtwaist! she seemingly wears it a third time in fact, but it's with the same shirtwaist as the second time, so i didn't feature that. she also wears the purple suit twice, but it's worn in the exact same way, so i only included it once. finally, there's a repeat of the grey/black coat and matching hat, but i believe she has on a different shirtwaist underneath in the second wear, as well as a different purse)

[enlitment]

What is in the Marquis de Lafayette's bag?

Hi, thanks for the ask and sorry for taking forever!

1. French to English: Fast Dictionary

2. A locket with a portrait of Adrienne and Washington

3. His sabre

4. A pin badge saying 'I've been to Olomouc and all I got was this lousy badge'

(including the last because: a) sadly this is the only aspect of his incredibly interesting life I've looked into more so far b) patriotic spirit possessed me, idk)

[rain-on-wax-feathers]

uptown girl !! it is their song and i will die on this hill

[possible-streetwear]

[wishchip106]

if season 2 of xmen 97 doesn’t show more of them WHATS THE POINT

i need every piece of content where they’re in haifa i’m going to read all the comics

just gonna have to ignore the fact charles was dating gabrielle at that point

[dysfunctionalcreature]

Kevin Day wearing this shirt a tumblr ad recommended to me (if someone wanted to draw him wearing this I would be eternally grateful)

[tiffysdeath]

warren radiates MASSIVEEEE bde yall

[seabeck]

Baby American chestnuts in jail (to protect them from chickens)

[margareturtle]

So American (Jerejean’s version be like)

Jeremy: he laughs at all my jokes

Jean: *puts bark bark back in the living room*

Jeremy: and he says I’m so american

Jean: annoyingly so

Jeremy: oh god it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much

Jean: then what should I do, Jeremy? (In his accent that makes jeremy swoon)

Jeremy: I’ll go anywhere he goes

Jean: yes because you’re my partner, you have to

Jeremy: and he says I’m so American

Jean: yes, as we’ve established 🙄

Jeremy: oh god I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up

Jean: ok but before we combine bank accounts you should know where 80% of my salary is gonna go yearly 😳

Jeremy: I might just be in la-la-la-la-loveeee

Jean: *calls kevin in a panic*

[singonavine71]

Reginald Noble (born April 17, 1970), better known by his stage name Redman, is an American rapper, DJ, record producer, and actor. He rose to fame in the early 1990s as an artist on the Def Jam label.He is well known for his collaborations with his close friend Method Man, as one-half of the rap duo Method Man & Redman[1] including their starring roles in films and sitcoms which include How High and Method and Red. He was also a member of the Def Squad in the late 1990s.