#bob ross was right - happy accidents really do happen

[rockybloo]

I love the detail of the music notes being green when they’re behind jack, was it intentional or just a coincidence due to the lighting?

That was such lucky coincidental thing that I didn't even notice until you pointed it out

I had tried playing with actually adding green effects but the pages were so busy already with Azure's magic and the music notes that I scrapped it but the blue magic and the golden notes actually made green SO I'MMA TAKE THIS W

[niragixpsych]

Ooooh, now that makes sense. The instructions were a bit unclear.*laughs awkwardly* Well then, let's see...*ties the red one on his doorknob, the white one on his wrist and the yellow she uses to tie her own hair in a ponytail* There.uwu

((It's okay, it was my fault. I was really confused whether or not the Muse had to do it or the sender, but hey, this is as close of him accepting her feelings as we've got so far so I'll take it!👀 I guess Bob Ross was right: there's no mistakes, just happy accidents.😅))

On the reciever’s doorknob (if the sender is shy/on anon you have to include this action) - “Please notice how I feel.”

Around the wrist - “I hope we’re always happy together.”

See, I didn't do anything to keep you from tying them to me or did I? But for now that's as far as I will go. You're just a grey face after all.

(( I hope the reply is okay. This was send a while ago after all and things happened after. ))

[volfoss]

Doll faceup/doll nudity under the cut 👍 this is a big project so word heavy

Dindrane, my poor Bobobie Apollo is in for his THIRD faceup because I just couldn't figure out the vibes of what I wanted to do with him until a day or two ago. I wanted to test how I could make burn scars seem realistic on a BJD, as I wanted to give him several, along with several scars on his body and head! This was in a way, preparing for my VERY big Frankenstein doll project, as I would be blushing that full doll in different colors with pastels. The mockup on this one was definitely a bit harder and I decided to not include it here for the fact that it would be way easier to just jump into the work!

First off, I used a watercolor pencil in burgundy to sketch out where I wanted my scars and a normal pencil to sketch the burns out. There's a LOT of spots I wanted the burns so I wanted to use a lighter color pencil but they weren't showing up on the resin at all 😭

^ first coat of blush (VERY faint. He's white resin so I have to do very pale colors unless I want it to overly stand out). The outlines are kinda hard to see here but they are definitely there!

Then I saw some peachy orange pastels I had mixed up for my last faceup on Theo, and realized that would be a perfect color for under the actual 3 dimensional burns I would be making later on. So I just jumped right into it, running out and then mixing up a color that I thought was the same but turned out to be more red. I would have to add more orange/peachy tones next layer.

^ not to Bob Ross here but I had a few happy accidents with this layer! My sealant had kind of been finicky in a couple places but really just added more texture/depth to the scar sites! You can definitely see where the burns are more vividly now! I obviously still have to do the regular faceup and the rest of it but so far so good! I keep the head right by to match with the body so I can really make sure that the scar is matching from the neck to the head. I had originally wanted to do something similar with Dindrane, with a scar instead of a burn but I feel that he is really coming together like this! A lot of the areas I'm not showing (ie the back) are still blushed but I can't go TOO picture heavy or I'll have to make this a 2 part post 👍

Next layer was adding more colors to the pastels, the method I use to seal (using a sponge on sealant) gives me really interesting edges when I do this so I'm really happy with again all the happy accidents of the pastels picking up on the sponge I'm using! When I switch to the rest of the faceup, I am definitely going to get a new sponge but for right now it creates a lot more natural edges on the burns imo!

I have the head and body separate here because they're drying (shocker i forgot to take a pic before sealing lol)

Burn is pretty much at the color I want! We did run into SOME technical issues with the eyebrows as you wouldn't guess that white pencil wouldn't show up on a white resin doll but it doesn't. So i had to paint the general shape on w acrylic paint lmao. They are BARELY visible but they're pretty even for what I'm working with rn! Next up is adding a lot of the really dramatic black eye makeup that he had before and then doing small burns and scars on the body! Also blushing the lips but I also might do a lipstick, it'll really just depend on how I'm feeling when I hit it 👍 the blushing is cracking a lot less in the joints than I expected which again is very good to know for my Frankenstein doll since 99% of the joints are going to be going through a similar treatment!

My favorite hobby is being like hmm ok this is where I'm going with this faceup ^-^ -> get into it and am like hmm. Ok whole different direction. This is definitely what happened here lmao. I had been struggling to pin this guy's character down for a month and while doing the eyebrows, it hit me fully and I knew what I wanted to do with this faceup! Which was a wonderful feeling tbh! So in my horribly terrible mistake fashion, I decided to do my acrylics and pastels on the same layer as I did NOT want to wait for it to dry and my inspo leave me in the meantime. This basically means I cannot make any mistake which is scary. Do not do this etc.

Brows still BARELY visible in pics but everything else turned out perfectly. By some FUCKING miracle my god. No clue how tho. So this now just leaves the burns and the scars, the latter of which I'm putting the red paint on rn bc i am um. Impatient so so bad lol. Very happy w this faceup tho like... It's him to me and that's a really good feeling :)

Realized the dark ass pencil was in fact a pain to cover up so mixed a kind of skin color paint with a tiny bit of my blood color to get a kinda middle shade between the skin and the scar which created a nice edge which will hopefully blend a bit better when I get to the glue and texture stage!

This is while it's still drying BUT. If it looks anywhere near this good when dry I'll be THRILLED. This worked way better than I expected and I am VERY glad I did such dark pastels under bc it set a really good foundation for the textured part of the burn! It's 7 am as I'm writing this and I am so so sleepy so I postponed the arm for another day but here's how the torso is looking! I'm letting it dry overnight, as well as the head and then will see if I need to do another coat tomorrow

^ very early on as I covered all the red on the torso but this pic shows it looking pretty dry so wanted to pick this one 👍

Faceup still drying here but. I added more definition to the scars on the body by doing another layer of glue + pastel and did the same on the face. Added piercings to him and it's basically all just waiting for a ton of it to dry now 👍

^ first pic is before the second coat but just showing how it all looked dry and second pic is faceup finished minus gloss! I will be posting finished pictures later but this was a BIG project so I hit max pic limit quickly. Obviously when I did the rest of the glue, I added the arm burns and the rest of the burns on the lower arms. I'm STILL not done with this body though. I need to do a lot of burns on the legs and add tattoos on the legs as well! This is definitely a very long project lol. The tattoo stuff is definitely going to wait for later because I have no clue what I want to do with him but this entire project has been a HUGE help with doing 3 dimensional modifications like this and it's going to be insanely helpful when I work on my Frankenstein body next. A lot of the techniques I used here are ones I will also use there so it should be pretty easy! Hopefully lmao.

[tabsterfm]

Well, it's been 32 hours since Twiggy and Junkyard's last evolution, so that must mean my horrible sleep schedule racked up too many care mistakes for the babies. Not to worry, for pendulums have an awesome feature for such cases...

Jogressing! With this feature, you can take two 'mons who have failed to evolve and give them a new opportunity to evolve! I love Jogressing/fusion as a concept so damn much in v-pets. Like, I could go on and on about it... fuck it, I think I will!

Jogressing is such a multipurpose tool at your disposal. Did your 'mon fail to evolve? Fuse it with another mon to push it further beyond! Got a duplicate while trying to complete a library on your device? Fuse it with another 'mon and get one out of two/three unique evolutions that are only available via Jogressing. Do you ever just wonder " what would happen if my dolphin 'mon fused with my kiwi bird 'mon"? Fuse them and find out! There's just so much you can do with it and I love it!

Anyways, back to the logging. So once we Jogressed, who did we get?

Holy shit!!! These are amazing 'mons to get on account that I love both of them so much! Twiggy became an Orochimon, a badass multi-headed cyborg snake that manages to look absolutely ADORABLE in sprite form, and Junkyard became a Rebellimon, another badass cyborg 'mon that is just pure badassery and the perfect evolution to a goober like Ogremon! Bob Ross really was right when he said, "There's no such thing as mistakes, just happy accidents" cuz MAN this run is going fantastically!

As per usual, I made them fight to see what they're capable of. It seems that Twiggy lost her cockroach "invulnerability" ability after evolving because she got a proper beating this time around. It was a close fight, though, as Twiggy almost had her 2nd win in a row against Junkyard. If they can manage that well against each other, hopefully the coliseum will be a breeze for these two!

That's it from my good ol' v-pet ranch for today! Until next time, everybody! Ciao!

[felagund-fiollaigean]

Okay, I must know what hibernation fic is. For Reasons. (The reason is insatiable curiosity.

Oh god.

Well.

Okay!

That's a story.

It all started out with a fic by @maybetwice called almost fell right through. It contains the line, "Consider it my mother’s lessons on halfling manners coming out." Said by Orym.

I have the bad habit of reading fic very early in the morning when my already shit reading comprehension is non-existent. My brain likes to add stuff into what I read that has no place there at all. So naturally, my sleepy adhd brain read that sentence as,

"Consider it my mother’s lessons on halfling manners coming out of hibernation."

(that kind of thing happens a lot)

I was at first shocked, then delighted by the implication that halflings hibernate during the winter. First of all, it's an adorable mental image. Secondly, fantasy physiology is fucking rad.

So I left a comment on the fic referencing this incredible concept and congratulating her for her ingenuity and when I finally realized that, no, they never actually wrote the word hibernation into the fic, we laughed over my silly brain goof and discovered that, actually, halflings hibernating is the best concept ever. The ripple effects of this *Bob Ross voice* happy accident were felt across multiple discord servers.

Anyway, I'm planning to do a fic about it in which Orym Takes A Really Long Nap. There will be angst. But also cuddling, so.

Hope this answers your question! Glad you dropped by

[youandi29]

This Monday Motivation is brought to you by Bob Ross. And I can hear you think.. “Bob Ross? What does he have to do with F1blr…?” And frankly, he has nothing to do with any of the things I do/post, but Bob Ross has some phenomenal life advice.

Happy little trees? Yes! But I’ve mashed together this quote of his to start our week off right:

“We don’t make mistakes, we just have happy accidents. Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you’re willing to practice, you can do.”

I wish you a week full of light, love and positivity and that you do something that you love. Take time for you and not only take the time… make the time! Anyway, happy race week as well 😍 I can’t wait for Melbourne 🧡✨

Hello Babette !!

I don’t know what happened but I answered your Monday Motivation on Tuesday (and turned it to a Tuesday motivation ) and I came back today and you are still in my asks and I don’t have the post on my feed, so I am really sorry about it !!

I had two things for you actually, I had this amazing quotes of Emma Watson that I discovered while I was drawing her :

"I don't have perfect teeth, I'm not stick thin. I want to be the person who feels great in her body and can say that she loves it and doesn't want to change anything.”

And I thought it was a great motivation quote.

And the other one, and it’s actually the reason I am not very active on Tumblr these days is because I went to my home country spending some time with my grandparents (and the dogs too) and so I have a video of one of the dogs the first time she saw me on Monday and it will make everyone days better :

(I tried to make her sit but she was way too excited for that 😭)

AND ITS AUSTRALIA TIMMMMEEEEEE !!!!!

[power-of-plot]

Armin Arlet x Fem! Reader. Oneshot. -Strong-

The first paragraph is purely a small introduction, just in case you wanna go straight to the fic :)

First of all, thanks for reading this! So! i often considered posting but i'm insecure, today i somehow got the confidence and courage to post -definitely not due to watching anime motivational speeches-. I wanted my first post to be something special so i dived deep down into my thoughts for a couple hours, i'm pretty happy with my choice so hope you enjoy it! My apologies if this sucks.

WARNINGS: Some sadness ig? -Armin being a pure soul. Fluff

Summary: Armin suddenly gets an injury during ODM gear training. After Reiner and his protective nature lend a helping hand, you see beyond the walls of his stoicism, people around him made his lack of strenght clear as day and he seemed to accept it but you never wondered if that caused him any pain at all. He needs to know everything has more than one meaning including what is called strenght, you gladly stay by his side to remind him different doesn't mean wrong.

Year 848 three years after the Colossal titan's misterious appearance, in Paradis Island Keith Shadis trained and yelled his lungs out at what soon would be the 104th Cadet Corps. Like any other day, the young cadets rutinarily trained to master the ODM gear, it all would have been the same as other sessions if it wasn't for Armin Arlet, your close and femenine looking friend who in a reckless (and failed-) attempt of proving himself strong to his group discretly tried performing a complex manouver resulting in him crashing into a tree. The few people ahead of him who stopped momentantarily to admire the manouever slowly resumed their way to the target they've had been assigned, just after a couple minutes of trying to walk bearing the pain the silhouette of someone along with the sound of gas and wires pulling something was getting closer by the second at the injured male. "Who's t-.. oh no.." Being around that person for so long made his oceanic eyes know who that brawny body and short blond hair belonged to inmediately, his deep voice shouting erased all the doubt. "Armin!" Reiner said rushing towards him as soon as his feet touched the the grass. As he looked for injuries, finding a twisted ankle, scrapes and bruises; Armin confirmed his suspicions: Reiner had dropped on what he was doing again just to help a single person. Right when he thought the guilt couldn't turn bigger he heard another familiar voice, this one belonged to a female. "Reiner! I saw you going back, what happened? Wait- Armin?!" Your voice turned alarmed after your (e/c) eyes catched a glimpse of your friend's characteristic golden hair, as if that would magically heal his injuries you rocketed towards your comrades at full speed. The crash- landing was rather ungraceful but it was merely trivial compared to an injured friend "(Y/N) are you-" Reiner held out his arms as he walked towards you but you ran past him leaving him standing alone with his arms opened like a rejected boy "Armin!!" You crouched down to him as it seemed he couldn't stand up, worrying you even more "...Hey (Y/N)... what are you..." His glance went lower as the guilt and shame's hand pushed his head down "What do you mean what am i doing? I noticed Reiner was going back from the front and i couldn't find you!- Hey what's wrong?" You asked after noticing a hint of sadness in his eyes, tilting your head and resting your forearms on your knees "Nothing, i must have hit my head that's all.." -because i dared prove something even myself knew full well- He replied blunty, making an adition mentally. His analytic mind was acting as a double ended weapon, either overnalyzing each and every one of his flaws or making the weight his frail shoulders were already carrying heavier. "Armin get on" Reiner said kneeling down turning his back to Armin so he could get on "Hm? It's not necessary, i-i'll just take my time to- ah!" Without further asking the muscular soldier turned around scooping your friend up from the ground into his arms bridal style, his eyes fixed on the grass and his lips released a soft sigh as embarrasment was displayed on his face. In other situation you'd have joked about how he looked cute being held like a baby but a hunch plus his face kept you completely from doing so. "You want to recover fast, don't you?" Reiner asked preparing his equipment to propulse himself again "Y-yeah but why.." "You'll only worsen your condition if you try walking, bear with it just for a while. Besides, what kind of soldier would i be if i left a friend behind knowing i can help him?" His hazel eyes noticed you were about to say something so he remained still to let you get close "It's okay don't be so hard on yourself i just crashed on the ground a moment ago, how did you call it the other day..? You didn't make a mistake, it was a happy accident! (Armin is Bob Ross.) How did you even find out about that manouever anyway?" "I've been analyzing the instructor's movements for a while now..." You deduced Reiner would take him to the infirmary wich he confirmed with a nod after you asked and so, it didn't take a single second for you to decide you'd go with them. The three of you flew and swung across the forest though it seemed like it only was you and Reiner, Armin was so quiet for a moment you even thought he was asleep.

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"..Thank you very much Reiner" The blond thanked him now lying on his bunk, his ankle was bandaged up and his minor injuries were treateed "No problem, don't do anything until you're sure it won't hurt you got it?" "Don't worry Reiner i'll keep an eye on him 'till he's good as new!" You said cheerfuly with a smile as you sat by Armin's side, not caring a bit you were of the few girls in there. Once Reiner walked to his own bunk with Bertholdt you turned to Armin with a curious look "So what're you thinking about, you've been very quiet so it must be serious. Any new interesting thing about the outside world?" "Not really." His response was blunt again, something was definitely on his mind otherwise you couldn't explain why he wasn't as talkative as always. As he quietly stared at the matress above him you tried figuring out what could be bothering the boy since it was a lost cause trying to make him say it, you learnt this after countless tries, thankfully you could always ask for some help with Mikasa; her skills at everything including reading people were so good it was almost frightening. She wasn't there at the time and you couldn't rely on the others forever, a small leap of faith wouldn't do any harm, would it? There was only one thing you could think of. "Armin you are not weak." Your (e/c) eyes looked straight into his blue ones, silence reigned between you two before he hummed softly as if trying to deny "Why so?" It was as you suspected, he was blaming himself for making a simple mistake (-rolling girl vibes- sorry xd). You sighed resting your back on the headboard as your hand gently grabbed his forearm "You know it's not a bad thing to make mistakes, it's an everyday thing" "If we do become actual soldiers we'll risk our and the other's lifes everyday. This training is hard to make us strong, to make sure we don't make a single mistake that could lead to a tragedy" "You are not weak Armin." Your voice reasured in a firmer but gentle tone, he believed in what he had proof of, you would give him the proof he needed. Before he had the chance to turn on his side your hand grabbed his shoulder, making you two lock glances again, for your surprise small tears were forming on the corner of his eyes "I'm sorry.." "D-don't apologize it's okay! Come on let me help you what are you..?" He sat up shaking his head refusing to let a word out even when the tears slipped down his cheeks, it was painful to see Armin weep yet not ask for help, you've had been told he was like this since his childhood but it still was hard to believe and who knows if his overthinking made dealing with things on his own easier, he wouldn't try comforting himself. You sighed placing your hand on his shoulder and moving your thumb caressing the skin beneath his clothes, small muffled sobs could be heard coming from him "After that day on Shinganshina.. hundreds of people were sent there as if they were able to fight the titans, they didn't care if they were kids or elders- my grandfather went in my place, i know it wouldn't have made much of a difference but" He made a pause to try making his breathing go back to normal and hold back his tears, leaving just a small trace under his eyes "But he raised me, he gave me a name.. and i simply let him go straight to his death- i didn't make any effort to tell him i would go because i was scared.." You had to lean closer to listen clearly to what he was saying since he didn't want to drag anyone's attention besides yours "Sometimes i wonder what kind of things must have he felt when he realised he'd die alone..? I want to become a soldier to keep that from happening again, even though i'm just one it'd make a difference if only i.. wasn't such a weak coward" As he spoke you could almost feel the weight of his guilt resting on your shoulders for a moment, had he always been hiding in a shell? Ever since he was a child? A tear sprouted from the corner of your eye imagining how many times he suffered silently. You put your finger to your lower lip as you analyzed what your next move should be, after all it was Armin you were talking about, not all words would have effect on him "Strenght... physical strenght is not the only important thing, YES it is important in a soldier but the mind also matters! I can't lie, you get scared easily but so do i!. What about the snake from the other day? Someone had to remove it from your leg after you paralyzed but you were brave enough to not kick or scream in panic" Let's accept it you sucked at motivational speeches, your attempts usuallly ended up making him chuckle but it was some progress taking in mind you had no idea how to comfort him at the beggining. This time was no exception, he grew a tender smile but it faded away in matter of seconds "Come on Armin, you may be a little slim but what you don't have here-" Your hands abruptly dropped on his arms specifying you refered to muscles, then, your middle finger poked his forehead making him flinch "You have it here" "..What was that f-" He was cut off by your finger presisng against his lips "Shush- you are smart, incredibly smart you just have to see it! We all fall on our butts and feel scared of small things sometimes but that is what makes us humans, if we didn't feel fear or anything at all we'd be just like the titans!" You felt impressed of your own words, the look on his face made it clear he echoed the feeling. You wathed him move with his hands towards you before pulling you into one of the warmest hugs you've ever experienced; he held you so close and tightly you could feel his heart beating against you. "Thank you." His head rested on the crook of your neck, the gold strings of his beatiful hair falling over his face and tickling your nape slightly. You corresponded the gesture by eveloping him into your arms, slowly moving your palm up and down on his back "No problem....... Christa-"

Oof! That was long, congratulations if you read the whole thing!

[campcampfanfan]

Let me start off with saying, these two fanfics are my favorite of all time. They are incredibly well written, exciting, and overall amazing. I am writing this review because 1) I’m bored and 2) This fic deserves a proper review. And I admire Forestwater. That too. I will be reviewing both parts, The Adventures of Tigger and Eyeore and Tigger and Eyeore: Camp Campbell and beyond. I am also splitting this into two posts, so yeah. Also, Trigger warnings for Swearing, Smut Review, and All Caps. The other post will have trigger warnings on it as well. So, enjoy!

So, the first chapter. What happens? Gwen arrives, reading, and David scares her on accident. She thinks he’s a camper, which I started bursting out laughing. He does act and looks like a camper, which makes sense. Anyways, our amazing lead, Gwen, realizes he’s another counselor, and is shocked. She reflects on not being able to Campbell, and they begin to get to know each other. Honestly, this is such a nice scene. Don’t ask me why, it’s so nice. Like, just the way they interact is so soothing and nice. It’s a good first chapter! 

Second chapter! This was super cool to see what could have been. I really love this scene with Gwen and David, as it has them interacting about what they would do, what they are free and just… talk. It’s nice. Also, expanding on Gwen’s love of trash T.V is amazing. Thanks for that, Forest. Amazing Gwen introducing the amazing Bob Ross, and it’s perfect. Whatever, amazing chapter. 

Third chapter. The 4 S’s? Amazing. If y’all don’t know what that stand for here's the paragraph. It’s amazing, read it: 

“Oh, no. She really should've checked with David to make sure whatever he had planned didn't include the 4 S's: Stab, Smash, Shatter, or Seriously Fuck Shit Up. Glass bottles fell under at least 3 of those categories.”

Also, David said the tucked away line was gold. I think I physically squealed at that. Honestly, not too much happens other than the fire thing, but you know, good chapter! 

Fourth chapter. Wow, I’m getting through this faster than I thought I would. They are in forest?!?! At night?!?!? Alone?!??! … Nice. Capture the flag! Good idea!... Do I not have any more criticism for this chapter? It’s just amazing and well written? Also Gwen read Twilight? Oh who am I kidding, of course she did. WHEEZE… 

Chapter five. Amazing. Perfect. Fucking perfect. David being terrified of scary stories, the bastard trio being the bastard trio, and a behind the scenes look at what would have happened during the credits. The Gwen and David leaving for Spooky Island after dusk and being scarred for life is amazing.

Chapter 6 fuckers. Really good chapter! We gotta love David falling in love with Gwen. Love it. Also, jokes hit home. Good job! Also, um, I love Gwen’s self doubt issues? Not like, love it, I’m not glorifying it in any way, but I…. to do that. Let’s be frank, I think I suck ass, so I relate to Gwen. Me too, girl, me too.  Also, the magazine thing was so well done? I don’t know how to explain it, it was just a good scene of David looking over Gwen’s magazine’s and wondering if she thinks she needs it. And Gwen’s nicknames for the kids? Very nice. I know I’m not paying attention to the big plot points and shit, but the details and small things make me very happy! I like the small things, and I enjoy it. This is my review, ok? I get to pick what it’s about.

Already on Chapter 7! And OH MY GOD, BON BON MY BELOVED. Amazing! Lovely! I’m crying and I'm so happy! This might actually be my favorite chapter? Like, I love this one. And David plays Wheel of Fortune? Hello, that’s amazing. This is just fantastic? I don’t know specifically why, but Gwen and Bon Bon have the best damn dynamic. Gwen’s taste in men is trash, ok? Except David. That’s it. But anyways, Gwen discussing her exes with Bon Bon was a perfect scene. I kinda love Bon Bon acting as a more advice figure? Forest, if you are listening, please, if she ever comes back, more of that. Gwen patching David up is nice and sweet, and I just overall love Bon Bon??????

Chapter 8 is sad David. I just love David talks about how Gwen sees herself and tries to help?? Like, I don’t know if you guys read “Taking Charge” By Azeran on Ao3, but that’s a very good example of David recognizing Gwen’s unhealthy behavior and trying to help. Once again, Friend Forest (Can I call you my friend? Are we just mutuals? Idk?), I kinda love the idea of this fic, and would love to see a chapter about that, or maybe even…. A smut chapter????? Haha, just kidding, Unless? Wow, that was super long just ranting. Sorry, Sorry. Time to talk about the actual story. We love Gwen’s want to kiss David’s forehead. Amazing. They are practically dating. Alright, hurrying this up, I’m just going to make the next paragraph about the next few chapters. 

More Gwenvid stuff, and it’s amazing. Gwen has more self doubt, which I relate too, and David comforts her! Perfection. We also love Gwen slowly loving her job, it just feels so nice. Also, David being kind of unintentionally racist is really funny from Gwen’s point of view. Like, it wasn’t funny in the episode, but it’s so good in this fic???? Ok, two chapters down,sorta. Gwen being a mom to Harrison and Nerris, which is amazing, and David walking in at the worst time made me laugh. Good job once again! Rest of the chapter is them chatting, and I am a sucker for it. Then, the special scene. Order of the Sparrow, Max and David fighting, but in this point, it’s in GWEN’S point of view. I love this. Too much. I just-

Aanonfoofinfliwehfuehfifuheifuhriuheriufhew

Sorry, getting off topic (sorta). This chapter shows Max’s softer side and how Gwen cares for David. It’s just… incredible. And then…Chapter 12. OH MY GODS. What the hell. I was so excited, and I was right. When I read this the first time, I was not disappointed. Can I just… say how much I love this? It’s such a good fic, and the finale was as promised. Gwen expresses her self doubt, they chat, and then…

GWENVID.

Ok, I’ll make a whole separate post about why I like this version of Gwen so much, but Gwen’s so… real. I sympathize for her, feel for her, I just know what she’s going through. I just feel sorry for all she’s gone through. Then, they... ehm…. Do the horizontal tango. The dirty. The morning delight. Smut. Boom. Not going to lie, well written. You did good, Forest, you did good. Thanks you for.. That. It was good quality.

So Tl:DR, This fic is fucking amazing and possibly the best one in the fandom. Good job, @forestwater87 Yay!

[lettucetacoboatsix]

Eating Ass: Yay! or nay

Anonymous asked:

It's me again: the kinky one. I want my partner to eat my ass. How do I tell him it's not gross?

Hello, my kinky friend!

Thanks for reaching out again! I am more than happy to respond to this message and provide an educational view on this topic, but I want to start with a brief conversation about consent. I am not saying you’ve done anything wrong, but there is a difference between educating someone and trying to convince someone to do something you want. If this is a hard limit for your partner, you must respect that. If your partner seems unsure and wants information and wants to make sure that their safety is guaranteed, please do what you can to make sure that they know they have every right to say no at any point. Be willing to hear “no” and understand that consent can only be given without any sort of coercion and ought to be given enthusiastically. It really is more fun that way. Bodies are weird and gross, and a lot of people consider this specific part of the body to be particularly taboo. Tabooty, if you will.

The technical term for “eating ass” is “analingus” (see also “rimming” and the colorfully named “tossing salad”).   Before anyone reading this says, “Ewwww! Gross!” I encourage you to keep an open mind. It absolutely may not be your thing, and that’s 100% okay. Then  again, if you’re comfortable with the idea and experimental, you might  find a new trick to add to your sexual repertoire. If the thought  makes you squirm in your seat, and not in a good way, then go ahead and click away—but if you’re even a little bit curious about bucal anal contact,   then stick around.  We’ll make that journey together. Can you imagine your current sex life  without any form of oral stimulation? Blowjobs are the subject of many  cringe-worthy 90s teen comedies. We have a song flooding our airwaves  right now that tells you to swipe your nose like a credit card. While we like to pretend that sexual liberation is a linear progression, that is far from the case. Oral sex of any kind used to be a “no-no” in polite society (especially from around the turn of the century until the 1960s), although it certainly still happened when that was the case. There was a time when it was   outlawed in most states, and it was considered a perversion. In fact, there are still sodomy laws on the books  in Florida, Georgia, Idaho,   Louisiana, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi,   North Carolina, Oklahoma and South Carolina.  Some of these still include statutes regarding oral sex of any variety regardless of a participants genitalia or outward expression of gender. While it is rare that these laws are enforced, they still can be, especially for gay men. But if you go back far enough, like to Ancient Egypt, you might see that wearing lipstick was a sign that you were open to oral sex. Sexual practice is as varied as the human experience. It always has been.

Analingus is one of those sex acts that still remains in the  sexual dark ages, but it does seem to be coming back into the mainstream (see previously mentioned song about swiping your nose like a credit card). While we can probably credit “the gays” with this rimming Renaissance, the actual practice is documented in Middle English literature (see ”The Miller’s Tale” from Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales) and while I can’t cite an example off the top of my head, I’m sure I could find a reference in Ancient Greek poetry or Roman graffiti. The point is it’s nothing new. People have been eating ass as long as it has felt good, and since our biology has remained relatively the same for 200,000 years or so, the cultural misgivings are far more recent. It’s time we brought that dark, forbidden kiss into the light (for those who  want to venture into that arena). While shame is necessary for the development of our internal moral compass, there should not be any  shame associated with any sexual act among any number of consenting adults—rimming included. Still, feeling some hesitation and even a little embarrassment about  rimming is normal, for that very reason—the anus is one  part of our body that we have internalized a great deal of shame about  in our culture. The prevailing cultural means to overcome that shame isn’t really fitting. Reading Everybody Poops to your partner is a very specific type of foreplay that will probably be counterproductive if you’re bringing this desire up for the first time.   It takes overcoming some of that to even entertain the  idea, let alone actually attempt it. You might want to try some other forms of anal play first—fingers or   toys—before you introduce the idea of anal oral contact. Since you’re asking, I’m guessing you have that experience, but your partner may not. Likewise, dear readers, if you’re actually curious about it, and not just reading this out of some morbid curiosity like someone slowing down at the scene of an accident,  you probably have already been involved in some sort of anal play. Sometimes people fall into this experience through a delightful  mishap—someone is going down on you, and—oops! The tongue slips down lower  than either of you expected, and you jump and moan and you both look  at each other like: “WTF! What was that?!” Things happen in the dark. If it feels good, and you’re partner’s okay with it, then make your inner Bob Ross proud with your happy accident. I want to reiterate here, If you’re interested in it, but your partner isn’t, let it go. One sex  act shouldn’t ever come between you, and who can enjoy something if they  know the other person isn’t enjoying themselves, too? But if you’re  both curious and interested, just not sure how to proceed, then talk  about it. Who wants to give? Who wants to receive? Sometimes it’s both  of you, sometimes it’s just one of you. Make sure to tell your partner why you enjoy it and what you get from the experience. If there are concerns about   hygiene, then read on, because I’m about to assuage them. The biggest fear with oral/anal contact is fecal matter and bacteria. That’s certainly understandable. A lot of people won’t put food that’s fallen on the floor in their mouths, so it makes sense. If you can get  past the psychological aspect of it, though, the reality is that with proper hygiene, there is very little danger of coming in contact with any sort of fecal matter.  A bit of a biology lesson: fecal matter is actually store above the rectum in the colon. It only moves into the rectum and out through the sphincter when you are defecating, or when you are ready to. There are only trace amounts that remain in the rectum or on the anus,  which can easily be washed away, and if you are looking for actual oral penetration of the anus, not even Gene Simmons’s tongue could make it to the colon. If you are really concerned, there are also things like enemas or anal douching that can help give that extra feeling of cleanliness, but do not overdo it. If you do choose to go this route, use clean water at a safe temperature. Over-douching can lead to a tear in the rectal lining. Infection is the real concern, here—the possibility of introducing bacteria  into our digestive tract from oral-anal contact. The dangerous bacteria  are e. coli, salmonella, intestinal parasites like giardia, and of  course viruses like Herpes and HIV. The good news is you can seriously minimize your risks. If  you are practicing safer sex and you know that  neither of you is HIV positive, has any STIs, and are free of parasites,   careful washing should be sufficient. You can shower together, which is always fun foreplay, anyway. One  technique I’ve learned is to fill the tub halfway, squat down, and engage in some manual stimulation. If you do feel like it’s necessary to use soap, use a mild soap like Dove. You don’t want to upset your microbiome. Press the pad of your finger gently against the tissue of the finger and move in gentle circular motions until you feel it begin to relax and welcome penetration. Turn your finger around a few  times, so the water washes away any residue in and around the  area. If you or your partner are still hesitant, you can use a dental dam (think of it like a condom for the mouth). You can  also approximate one of these using unlubricated condoms (don’t use any  lubricated ones or any with spermicide!) Now, on to the fun part—actually doing the thing. It helps to get relaxed. A  sensual massage from the giver to the receiver can only be helpful.  Whatever you can do to relax each other, do it. Find a position that is comfortable and allows access to the area in question. Popular positions include being on all fours, or standing and leaning over the bed/counter/arm of the couch for two reasons: it provides maximum exposure but still  allows for genital play, and it is the most vulnerable.  One of the turn-ons of rimming can be the surrender in it. You are  opening up parts of yourself to a lover that are generally not touched—not  only that, they have been culturally shunned and rejected. Many of our  associations with the anus are negative: that it is a “bad” part of the body. This is a way to give yourself wholly  and completely to your partner, and for your partner to accept you that  way as well. These positions also allow the receiver to hide their face in a  pillow at first to deal with any shame that comes up.

With any new sexual experience, I would encourage a session of after care. Check in with your partner. Tell them what feels good both in the moment, and afterward. Ask your partner how they are feeling now that they have shared that experience with you. Show them your appreciation through words of affirmation or gentle physical contact.

So, yeah, in general our meat suits are a little gross, but this is no more gross or shameful than anything else you can do with your body, but there are appropriate ways to have that conversation with your partner and maybe share a new experience together.

I hope this helps, friend!

[shannonwhumps]

day 1: shaky hands

relationship(s): Steve/Tony, mentioned Superfamily whumpee: Steve word count: 1.4k

When Steve was a kid, he wasn’t good at much of anything...he wasn’t even good at living. He struggled to breathe and walk on a daily basis. If he was outside for just a second too long during the winter, he’d be sick in bed for days.

So attempting to develop any kind of skill would be pointless. He couldn’t play ball with the other boys in the street. He couldn’t chase any kids around to play tag. He could sit and read, but that wasn’t really something to brag about. Everyone could read.

But not everyone could draw.

Neither could he at first. Of course, his mother always complimented his sketches, but as he grew older, he knew they were nothing special. Just any other stick figure drawing a kid could have.

So, he practiced.

He spent his winters, curled up in a blanket with his mom sketching on every open space in his sketchbook. As the months passed, he could tell when his mother started to actually become impressed by his work.

And for once in his life, Steve felt proud of something he did.

That never changed. Even after the serum, his art was always able to make him feel just a little better about himself. When nothing else was going right, at least he had his art.

Until that mission.

The mission that was weeks ago.

He should be fine by now. His serum should have taken care of all the wounds and he should be good as new-- better than new. And for the most part, it did. The gash in his head was closed up and there wasn’t even a scar. The burns were long gone. His skin was as smooth as a baby’s.

It didn’t scare him at the time. It had been a rough mission and all Steve really remembered was shoving Peter-- as Spider-Man-- out of the way of a falling building. Steve was unconscious for most of it. He woke up hours later in the infirmary, barely remembering anything from the fight.

When he woke up to see Peter staring at him, that look in his eyes let him know whatever happened was not good.

It was a few days before he was awake and coherent at the same time. Then the doctors ran through the list of injuries and what was wrong. He didn’t worry about it. Burns healed. Wounds closed. But two words that did scare him were: brain injury.

For the first few weeks, he had just been slower than normal. Slower to answer questions, slower to speak for he didn’t stumble through his words, slower to react, slower to move. But he was slowly getting better. The doctors didn’t promise a recovery as all brains were different, especially the brain of a super-soldier.

The one thing that wasn’t getting better was the shaking. ‘Tremors’ the doctor called them. His hands didn’t constantly shake, but they shook at the worst times.

When he tried cupping Tony’s cheeks in his hands, they shook.

When he tried clipping Dodger’s leash on his collar, they shook.

When he tried finishing a puzzle with Peter, they shook.

When he tried drawing, they shook…

When he was with Tony and he noticed the shaking, he’d just take his hands in his and kiss them. Dodger couldn’t understand why it was taking Steve longer than normal to get him ready for their morning runs. Peter was always patient even when Steve wanted to just throw the puzzle.

But he drew when he was alone and no one was there to hide his frustrations from. No one was there to calm him down.

He was trying to finish painting a new landscape for Peter’s fishbowl because of course, they had to change it as seasons and holidays changed. He was making one that was more springy and less winter themed. The snow was melting outside and the sun was coming out for longer amounts. He needed to finish this.

But every time he tried to paint the flowers on the grass, his muscles twitched and the paintbrush jerked harshly, ruining the painting. He was on his sixth try when he had such a bad tremor that it caused his brush to make a stroke across half the canvas. And ruin it.

“Dammit!” He yelled, throwing the paintbrush to his table. When he was upset, it only made the tremors worse, but he couldn’t focus on relaxing when he was so pissed off at everything.

He looked down at his hands as they shook, whether, from the tremor or the anger, he wasn’t sure. “Can’t you just stop?” He yelled. “Can’t you just let me do one thing? One thing I’m good at?Please. Let me paint this for my son. It’s not even for me.”

He stared down at them as they continued to shake. They didn’t stop until...there was someone grabbing them softly.

He blinked his eyes, trying to clear his blurry vision. His husband was standing in front of him. “Tony, when did you get here?” He wanted to pull his hands away and hide them, but Tony held them still.

“FRIDAY told me you were upset. You’ve been doing nothing but staring at your hands for a while now…”

A while? It didn’t feel like more than a few seconds to him. “I’m trying to paint…”

Tony looked down at the table where his discarded mess of a painting was. “The doctors say it could be a few months...why don’t you take it easy?”

Steve grunted, yanking his hands away. They started to shake again. “Because I took it easy for the first 18 years of my life. I never did anything except draw...and now I can’t even do that.”

“Says who?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Look at it yourself, Tony.”

“Make it into something new. Isn’t that what your artist always says? Happy little accidents?”

“Don’t use Bob Ross against me,” Steve warned with no heat to his words. “I don’t want any accidents because there shouldn’t be. I just want it to be like normal.”

Tony turned around to his table and picked up a sketchpad and a pencil. He pushed them to Steve’s chest. “Take that and draw.”

“Tony, I can’t,” he repeated, frustration bleeding through his voice.

“Do it. Just try.”

Steve huffed loudly so Tony knew he wasn’t happy with him before taking the pad and pencil in his hands. He decided to try something simple and just draw his shield. Just a few circles and a star. He could do that with his eyes closed.

Except now, he was only a few seconds into it when his pencil suddenly veered left and ruined his circle. He couldn’t even draw a damn circle. His eyes started to burn in humiliation. “I told you I can’t do it!” He hated how his voice broke and shook just like his hands. His damn hands-- he felt like a child. He felt like he was 10-years-old again and Bucky was trying to teach him how to hit a baseball and he couldn’t even do that.

“Keep drawing, Steve. Don’t stop.”

“Tony, it’s horrible--.”

“Finish the drawing.”

Steve clenched his jaw and started to drag his pencil across the paper again. When the pencil spiked away from the arc Steve had going, Tony said, “Don’t stop,” before Steve could even lift his pencil up. He couldn’t stop drawing it until he had it finished.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Tony, Peter could draw better holding the pencil with his teeth and drawing with his eyes closed.” Steve refused to even look at the drawing.

Chuckling, Tony said, “You’re giving him a little too much credit, love.” He sighed when Steve didn’t react to his comment. “Steve, you’re being too hard on yourself. So, it’s a little shaky. It’s not going to last forever. And even if it did, it’s still art and it’s still beautiful. No one can take that away from you.”

Steve shook his head. That wasn’t beautiful. Not compared to other stuff he’d done.

Tony hovered his hand over Steve’s hand that was holding the pencil. “May I?”

Steve wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he nodded his head anyway.

Tony placed his hand over Steve’s and started to move it across the paper, drawing with the pencil. He lifted his hand a few times when needed and when it shook, Steve wanted to pull away of embarrassment, but Tony held his hand through the twitches until they were finished. Even as they admired their work, still he held Steve’s hand.

“Looks good doesn’t it?”

Steve laughed down at the doodle. It was a messy heart with the initials T and S written inside it.

“You know,” Tony said softly, resting his chin on Steve’s shoulder. “I think that may be my favorite piece you’ve ever done.”

Steve hated that he couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. Me too."

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[zebyzeee]

The butterflies look so good with that bg I just noticed...........

Bob Ross was right,, happy accidents really do happen 😳😳😳

[missweber]

Lardo Week Day 2: accident

Here is my entry for day 2 of @lardo-week

Chapter 2 - happy accidents 

(chapter 1 can be found here)

One of Larissa's very first studio assignments at Samwell didn't actually take place in the studio. To fulfill the assignment, they had to go to a sports practice and fill a number of sketchbook pages with gesture drawings of athletes in motion.

As an assignment, it was a darned good one that she normally would have enjoyed. The only problem was that Boston was in the middle of a heat wave and even teams that had practice at ass-o-clock in the morning would be sweating through their jocks and/or sports bras in five seconds flat.

In short, yuck.

(Also, Lardo had already learned the hard way that charcoal and copious amounts of sweat were not mixy things.)

She skimmed through the athletic calendar looking for something like 'competitive air-conditioned yoga' but figured in the end that ice hockey—emphasis on the ice—was her best bet.

If it hadn't been for her phone's battery conking out in the middle of the night and killing her alarm, she would have gone to the women's practice at o' dark early. As it was, she got to Faber after the men's team had already taken to the ice.

She got a few curious glances from the players, but their captain (she assumed it was the captain) barked at them to pay attention to the ice, not the stands. One of the coaches nodded at her sketchbook and asked, "Professor Davila's life drawing class?" without expecting an answer. 

It wasn't until she actually started drawing that Larissa realized why she was the only member of her class who had taken advantage of the cool of the rink. Yes, she had heard of the hockey team's general loudness and obnoxiousness, but that wasn't the problem. The shouts and insults ('chirps,' she would later learn) were a comfortable part of the background along with the swish-swish-swish of the skates and the clatter of the sticks.

The problem was more fundamental than that, and brought with it an echo of her mother's protests of you need to focus on what's practical, sweetie. You need to set yourself up for a successful life.

Practical would mean staying at home and taking the T to school every day. Practical would mean constant, well-meaning, 'we just want the best for you' commentary on her choice of studies.

Well, fuck practical. And what did it mean to be successful, anyway?

A small, exhausted part of her said that successful people didn't have to work at one of the campus dining halls to make up for what her partial scholarship and college fund wouldn't cover.

And drawing hockey players wasn't the most practical way to succeed at this particular assignment. 

Larissa was debating whether or not she should just give up and join the majority of her class at the soccer fields when someone scraped to a halt right in front of where she was sitting.

Whoever it was had better not ask her to 'draw him like one of your French girls,' or he would need a gastroenterologist to remove his hockey stick from his ass. 

"What?" she snarled.

The player wasn't anyone Larissa had met before. She would have recognized that mustache for sure. His eyes were wide, and he held his stick in front of him in both hands like a talisman.

"Wow," mustache-guy said. "I was going to tell you to try to capture my left side, because that's the best angle if you want to do a portrait of me, but _damn _if that isn't the single scariest death glare I have seen in my life! Jack! C'mere! You gotta see this death glare!"

The captain skated over, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "Leave the nice artist alone, Shits." He turned to Larissa. "I apologize. In advance. For everything."

He grabbed mustache-guy by the back of the jersey and skated off with him in tow. 

Mustache-guy flailed and squirmed, but not to the point of actual resistance. "Jaaaaaack! You need to stop and talk to the scary lady! That death glare! Put her on D, and we'll have Brown shaking in their skates!"

The captain (Jack?) mouthed a silent 'sorry!' at her before turning his attention back to practice.  

She had just made up her mind to go draw soccer players for the rest of her assignment when the practice finally ended. She flipped through her sketches and was pleasantly surprised to find that she had nearly two-thirds of what was required.

She was less pleasantly surprised when mustache-guy scraped to a stop in front of her again.

"Um, I know this is really fucking forward of me, and you are totally free to say no—and wow, it's kind of fucked up that I even have to say that, isn't it?—but anyway..."

Oh, god. He was going to ask her out, wasn't he?

"I absolutely get it if you don't want to, completely one-hundred-percent get it, but could I see what you've been drawing?"

Lardo could only stare for a moment. "It's just gesture drawings," she blurted out even as she shoved the sketchbook at him.

"Gesture drawings?" He pulled off one of his gloves with his teeth so he could turn the pages. She could see how he looked at each little sketch in turn, not just skimming, but looking.

"Yeah. We're supposed to focus on capturing how the human form looks in motion."

The figures were roughly blocked out, with the occasional thick and swooping line showing the curve of a spine or sweep of a leg.

"These are really neat," he said after a while. "I mean, they're kind of scribbly in parts, but you can really see what's happening. Hell, I can even tell who some of these guys are!"

'Jack' was a tall, solid figure with classical proportions. "You can see how this this fucker just moves with power! Ah! Adonis made manifest on earth! And that's Johnson if I ever saw him," he said, pointing at a mess of foreshortening.

That was the goalie, captured as he dropped to block a puck, practically folding himself into something out of an Escher drawing in the process.

"Rans and Holster," he said, pointing at a tangle of overlapping forms that were still two separate people even though they occupied the same space. 

He turned to look through the pictures again, which was more flattering than Larissa would ever admit to anyone, while most of the other players headed towards the locker room.

"Thanks," she said. "I'm glad to hear that they work. I was beginning to think that coming here was a mistake."

The betrayed look on his face would have been hilarious if it wasn't so heartbreaking. "Mistake? No! There are no mistakes! Only happy accidents!"

Larissa laughed. "Did you just quote Bob Ross at me?"

"Please don't tell me you're one of those snobby art students who–"

"Bob Ross is awesome the way Mr. Rogers is awesome," she said plainly. "I'm not into his actual paintings, but you gotta love the way he loves what he does."

"Amen," mustache-guy said, sounding more serious than she would have expected. He was looking at his captain—Jack—as he said it.

(It was only after Larissa became Lardo that she would understand even half of what was going on with that look and everything behind it.)

"So why were you worried coming here was a mistake? Please tell me that none of the guys were douchewaffles! I know we're loud, but it's like we're the lacrosse team!"

"Ha! No, Professor Davila warned us away from them. What threw me were the pads. They make it hard to see what's actually going on, anatomy-wise."

She almost regretted that the instant she said it, because she could imagine all of the lewd comments she had just set herself up for.

That didn't happen. All that happened was that Mustache-guy nodded solemnly and Captain Jack glanced over to make sure he didn't need to come over and apologize for something.

"I see. It must be like trying to draw the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man."

"Close enough." She didn't laugh, but she did let a hint of a smile show through the unimpressed look.

"By the way, you can call me Shitty. That's not my real name, but that's actually worse."

"Hey, Shits!" Jack called out. "Ask her if she's interested in the team manager job!"

"Team manager? Like managing your team? The hockey team?" she asked Shitty. Strangely, the name fit him, but not in a bad way.

Shitty nodded.

"I don't know how to skate!" she shouted at Jack.

Jack stared at her as if she had just sprouted two extra heads and a tail. 

Shitty cackled. 

Johnson, who had been hanging around doing not much of anything, muttered something about not being needed after all and left the rink.

Shitty wiped away teas of laughter. "Aw... I think you broke Jack's poor, Canadian brain. Anyhow, skating isn't needed for the job. Dealing with stinky hockey equipment, on the other hand, is."

She shrugged. "It can't be worse than what I smell like after working the deep-fryer all afternoon. What's the pay like?" she asked, because being practical did have its time and place.

The pay wasn't much, but it was better than what the dining hall offered. 

"Well, I'd say this was a successful drawing session," she said as they exchanged fist-bumps. 

"Yup. Here's to happy accidents!"

[spnsisimagines]

Painting

Warnings: None Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie Bradbury, Gabriel, Sister Winchester Reader Summary: Everyone is busy and stressed so you show them the Joy of Painting Reader’s Age: Any Word Count: 1506

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: So this a thing for my fren @fangirling-equestrian cause she asked if I could do a headcanon and I decided to change it into an imagine cause I liked the idea. So yeah. Enjoy!

It's been a stressful few days in the Winchester household. Your brothers and Charlie have been busy with one particular case that has been taking what seems like forever to solve, meaning they have less time to do anything other than case-related things. Castiel has been busy teaching Jack how to use his powers and some essential information about living in the twenty-first century. You haven't seen Gabriel in a while; you just assumed he was somewhere like Egypt being treated like a god. Rowena and Crowley are busy running hell, Crowley saying it's busier now more than ever.

You haven't been much help with the case that Sam, Dean, and Charlie are working on, so you've just stayed out of their way by busying yourself with painting. Ever since Bob Ross got super popular, you often found yourself watching the live stream on Twitch, sometimes you even followed along.

You found it relaxing. Following along with Bob Ross helped you to forget about everything around you and focus on your own little world you were creating. Plus, Bob Ross is just a calming guy to listen to.

You took over one of the spare bedrooms, making it into a little studio. No one knew you did this as they never go into any other rooms other than their own or each other's. You stood in your studio, placing a blank canvas onto the easel. Before you started, you decided to go ask your brothers if they wanted to join you.

You walked into the library, noticing Charlie's absence. "Hey, guys?" You stood at the end of the table, getting hums in response. "Do you two wanna come paint with me?"

"Not now, Y/N, we're busy," Dean mumbled, staring intently at the book he was reading.

"You guys have been working for weeks, I think you can take a quick break,"

"I said not now," Dean snapped, finally looking at you.

You sighed, mouthing an okay before turning around and walking away.

You walked back to your studio and resumed your painting, feeling all the stress melt away as soon as you picked up the paintbrush. You listened to Bob Ross's voice, following his directions while also putting your own spin on it.

"Hi, Y/N," you turned your head slightly to see Jack standing beside you, watching you intently.

"Hey, Jack," you smiled at him before returning your gaze to your painting.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes fixated on the canvas.

"I'm painting,"

"Painting? Castiel showed me some paintings. I like paintings. What are you painting?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

You chuckled at him. Jack could always make you smile without even trying. "It's gonna be a forest." You answered.

"A forest? I like forests," he responded, nodding at the memories of forests he's been in.

"Me, too. Wanna join me?" You offered.

"I do," Jack's smile took over his face.

You got all of the stuff set up and got him caught up to where you were. It had only been a few minutes, but Jack managed to get himself covered in paint. Luckily you had put an apron on him, but unfortunately, that didn't shield his face.

You both followed along to Bob Ross, laughing at when you and Jack would both repeat Bob Ross's words. A knock sounded from the door. You paused the video and turned around to see Dean enter.

"Hi, Dean," Jack greeted.

"Hey, Jack. What is this?" Dean looked around the room.

"This is where I paint," you responded, motioning to the canvas behind you.

"Paint? You paint?" Dean shut the door, not remembering when you offered for him to join you. You looked around the room at all your paintings that hung on the walls. Dean followed your gaze, and his eyes widened when they landed on the beautiful landscapes.

"You would know this if you actually listened to me every once in a while," you mumbled loud enough for Dean to hear.

"Yeah... About that... I just wanted to say I'm sorry for snapping at you." Dean shoved his hands in his pockets.

"It's all good. I didn't take it personally," you gave him a slight smile. Dean smiled back and nodded. "Wanna join us?"

Dean chuckled, "I don't think painting is really my thing,"

"How do you know if you've never tried?" You retorted with a smirk.

Dean pursed his lips and nodded, "Fair enough," he stepped towards you two.

"It's a happy little accident, Dean," you told him as all three of you stood a few feet away from his painting, your head's tilted ever so slightly.

"I messed it up," Dean mumbled, shaking his head.

"You didn't mess it up, you just made it more unique," Jack chimed in.

"Painting's not my thing," Dean mumbled as he went to set down his stuff.

"No, no, no, Dean, you have to finish. You can just..." You stopped as you stared at his painting for a moment, "What if you put an even bigger tree in front of that one? Every tree needs a friend," Dean sighed but went to paint an even bigger tree friend.

"Y/N?" Charlie spoke as she opened the door. Charlie was the only one who knew about you painting as she was the only one that would listen. "Oh! Are we having a painting party? Can I join?" Charlie eagerly asked, forgetting the main reason she came in there.

"Of course! Grab a canvas," you told her, making her squeal as she rushed to grab the supplies.

"What's going on?" Sam's voice was heard. You all whipped around to find Sam halfway through the door. "Charlie, I thought you were gonna grab Y/N and come help,"

"I was, but we're having a painting party! Come join!" Charlie enthusiastically replied.

"Uh, I think I'm good," Sam started backing out the door.

"Come on, Sammy! It's relaxing," Dean piped up. Sam looked at him with a confused and shocked expression, but couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips, finally giving in and joining you all.

"What is happening here?" A new voice spoke. You all looked around to see Gabriel, Castiel, Crowley, and Rowena.

"We're painting!" Jack answered, flinging his paintbrush up, causing a glob of paint to fly at Dean's face. Dean sighed as he wiped it off, mumbling about how that was the fifth time that has happened, earning laughs from you all.

"You guys should join us," Sam spoke, looking at the confused group.

"Well, I would love to," Rowena eagerly waltzed over as you helped her get set up.

"I'm down," Gabriel walked over.

"C'mon, Castiel, I'll help you get everything," Jack practically shoved Castiel towards the canvases.

"You gonna join us, Crowley?" You asked as you stopped picking things up to look at him.

"If you're asking if the King of Hell is going to join a group of dysfunctional humans and angels and paint, then the answer is no," Crowley went to snap his fingers.

"Fine, be a party-pooper. I hope you're okay knowing we had fun without you," you mumbled, resuming helping Rowena.

Crowley sighed and walked over to you, trying to hide behind a disgruntled exterior.

"No, Dean, you have to fluff the cloud, not smash it," you told him.

"Fluffing is not who I am," he impersonated a hipster, making you laugh at his weird accent. You weren't sure what kind of accent he was trying to do, but it was funny nonetheless.

You turned to Sam, "Sam, you got-you got a little schmutz right there," you tapped your jaw as you stared at the green paint on Sam's jaw. He took the back of his hand and wiped it. He must've had paint on the back of his hand because even more appeared. "Perfect," you patted his shoulder and took a few steps towards Crowley.

You stared at Crowley's painting, "Uh... Crowley?" He hummed in response, "We were doing a mountain scene, so... Why is your canvas pitch black?"

"Is that where all the black went to? You thief!" Charlie shouted, pointing her paintbrush at Crowley. Crowley just shrugged as you looked at Jack's, Rowena's, Charlie's, and Castiel's paintings.

"Those are really good, guys," you chuckled a little at Jack and Castiel's faces. You stopped at Gabriel's painting. "Hey, Gabe?" Gabriel smiled at you. "Is that... Is that chocolate?" You pointed at the chocolate chunk mountains.

"Yep! And the clouds are pink cotton candy; the trees are pretzel sticks with green dyed coconut shreds-"

"That's great and all, Gabe, but... Why?" You looked at the angel.

"Bob Ross said it himself, this is my world, and I make it whatever I want. And my world is made of food,"

You giggled at his response and walked away. Dean was laughing at Sam and his green face, which caused Sam to flick some paint at Dean, making him shut up as Sam laughed. Rowena was trying to clean Jack and Castiel up. Charlie was trying to eat some things on Gabriel's painting while he attempted to bat her hand away. And Crowley kept adding more black to his painting with a slight smile. Who knew Bob Ross could bring a big band of misfits together with the Joy of Painting?

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Happy Little Accident

Characters: Marvin the magnificent, Robbie the zombie, Antisepticeye.

Warnings: Anti bein’ a jerk to Robbie

“I’m going to take Chase to dinner tonight. You’re gonna be okay by yourself, right buddy?“ Marvin asked Robbie.

The friendly zombie nodded and smiled. “I fine...Have funnn...”

Marvin chuckled. “Thanks! just watch some tv until i get back, ok?” Marvin said, grabbing the remote and switching on PBS because he knew it was appropriate for Robbie. Then he hurried out the door. He didn’t want to be late for his date, after all.

When Marvin left, Robbie turned his attention to the TV. A show about outer space was on. It had a lot of big words, but the pictures were very pretty and the rockets looked cool, so he didn’t mind much. About halfway through the show, when the narrator was saying something about milk and galaxies, Anti glitched into the room, knife in hand like always. He scanned the room, and his eyes fell on Robbie. A sinister smile crossed his face.

“Hey zombie, where’s your little bodyguard?“

Robbie tilted his head. “Mar Mar?”

“Who else would I be talkin’ about, dumbass?“

Robbie tried to ignore Anti’s comment like Marvin taught him to. “Mar Mar and Chase...date...”

Anti snickered. “Oh, really now? Tell me corpse, where are Romeo and Romeo headed off to?“

Robbie blinked a few times and shrugged. Anti scoffed.

“Wow, you’re not good for anything, are ya? Why does he even keep you around? It’s not like you can do anything. There’s nothing goin’ on up there.“ He said, tapping Robbie’s forehead for emphasis. “...Well, i’d best be goin’ now. Wouldn’t want to interrupt your shows.” And with that, Anti was gone.

Robbie sniffled and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. He didn’t understand why Anti had to be so mean. Sure, he had trouble understanding things sometimes, but that wasn’t his fault...was it? It wasn’t his fault that he was a mistake.

Robbie curled up and cried until the show about space was over.

The next show that came on had soft music and a nice man that liked to paint. He watched curiously as the man, Bob, (he had introduced himself at the beginning) began to paint a river. He was talking about how he made the painting, and even though Robbie could barely even hold a paintbrush, much less make a picture as pretty as Bob’s, he still found it interesting.

What really got his attention, though, was what happened in the middle of the episode. Bob had messed up the painting just a bit, and Robbie felt bad for him at first, but then something happened that caught him completely off guard. 

“There are no mistakes,“ Bob had said, painting over his error. “Just happy little accidents.“

Robbie stopped and paused the tv. No mistakes? But if there were no mistakes, then what was he? 

Luckily, Robbie didn’t have to wait long for his answer, because Marvin was home a few minutes later. as soon as he opened the door, Robbie ran toward him. 

“Mar Mar! Found something, look!“ He exclaimed, practically dragging the magician over to the tv and starting the episode over.

“Hey, Bob Ross! I’ve-” Marvin smiled and started to talk, but Robbie shushed him. The part about happy accidents played again. Robbie pointed at the tv.

“...Happy accidents?“ Marvin asked.

Robbie pointed to himself.

“Oh, I get it! you mean you’re a happy accident!“

The zombie beamed and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes!”

Marvin chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I guess you are. My happy little accident.” 

It was at that moment that Robbie decided he liked Bob Ross very much.

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The Painting Date

This week I’m going to slow things down a bit. We’ve been pretty busy going to different restaurants, attending sports games, bowling for truth and dares. But today I want to focus on something less busy, something more calming and creative. Something that involves getting messy. And of course, cuz it’s me, I have like 7 (literally seven) ideas for dates that involve using paint. However, I’ll only be covering 3 for this blog post, because they're generally pretty short and can all be done in a day. So without further ado, I give you the painting date.

The Date

As I’ve said above, these ideas can all be done in a day. Do you need to do them all in a day? No, you can do them completely separately. But the idea behind this date is to offer you, my wonderful followers, an inexpensive date idea you can do with your significant other that'll last a good couple of hours (like all great date ideas). Sounds good? Awesome! The first thing you're going to need is paint. How much? Well, enough that both of you won't run out any time soon. The colours don't matter too much, so i recommend getting some kind of variety pack with a whole bunch of hues (that's fancy talk for colour) at your local art store. Next you're going to need a couple of brushes, and a cup to put some water into. No Michelangelo, you're not going to need 100 different types of brushes. Two each (one small and one large) will do the trick. After that you'll need a decent sized piece of white canvas to paint on. The size is up to you, however the bigger it is, the more fun you'll have in my opinion. You'll need two each. Got all that? Perfect, lastly you're going to need to take a trip to the dollar store, and we’ll begin idea number 1.

A $1 Masterpiece 

I promise, this is the last thing you have to buy for this date idea. You're going to go to any dollar store that strikes your fancy. Once inside, head to either the art section or the kid’s aisle. Bonus if you want to get the art supplies here as well to save some money. The goal is to look for these goofy, 3D paint, sculpture things....It's hard to explain. They're like white ceramic sculptures made for kids, and they're hilarious! (Bird houses work as well) Pick one out for your significant other to paint, and visa-versa. Once you get home it's time to start painting! Put on the playlist you made from your pizza date (using a piece of a date for another date? Thats Date-ception!) or create a brand new playlist of songs that you and your date both enjoy, and have fun painting these ridiculous sculptures made for children! It may not seem like it, but trust me, its super fun because of how ridiculous these things are. They're super tiny and really hard to paint. You two are going to have a blast! And when you're finished, not only do you have a hilarious date story, you have physical proof of that hilarious date, and a lasting memory that will...well, last a long time. But it doesn't end there.

Caricatures 

Next, you're both going to use one of the white canvas’ you bought. Ready to release your inner Picasso? Thats what I like to hear. Pose your significant other in whatever pose you wish, and paint them as best you can. Be warned though. Whatever ridiculous pose you make them do, will probably be multiplied tenfold when it's your turn to pose for them. You're going to have so much fun with this idea, I can already hear the tears of laugher. When you're finished, post your works of art to social media so others can have a laugh as well! I guarantee there'll be a lot of envious couples wishing they were as cool as you two. But after you're done with that, prepare yourself for the pièce de résistance....

Happy Little Trees

For those of you that can already tell what's happening based on the subtitle above, that's right. We’re doing it. Get out your laptop, phone, tablet, or tv, and open up either Youtube or Netflix. You're going to search up the legend himself, Bob Ross. If you don't know who Bob Ross is, I'm really happy you've stumbled upon this post. Bob Ross is what Bill Nye is to Science, or what Dr. Seuss is to writing. He has a paint show called the Joy of Painting, which goes through the steps on how to paint different landscapes. Simply put, you're going to use your remaining 2 canvases to paint your own Bob Ross landscape. Follow along with the video, and try your best to make your artwork look like his. Once you're finished, compare what you painted with your parter. Even if it doesn't look anything close to a landscape, you're going to have a lot of fun following along. And besides, there are no mistakes, only happy little accidents.

Wrap Up

And that's pretty much it. My take on 3 date ideas you can use with paint. It can be as expensive or inexpensive as you want, which is what makes this date so great. If you want to take your painting to the next level, frame it! Ok, that might be taking it to the extreme, but I think it's less about preserving the artwork itself, and more about preserving the memories you two have made for each other.

Remember, make every date a story.

-Dates101

P.S I’ve made a twitter! Once I learn how to use it, I’ll be posting blog sneak peaks, updates on my personal dates, and hopefully I’ll be able to better connect you all you lovely people! It’s @dates101 

Thanks for reading!    

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Cyrus’ Dictionary

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Summary: Cyrus has always been good with words; there’s a reason English is his favorite subject. But with TJ, he seems to be at a loss for words. When they get paired up for a summer assignment, Cyrus slowly starts to build a new dictionary. One that involves TJ and everything they do together. Along the way, maybe he’ll find the words to tell him how he feels.

Chapter 11: Anam Cara

Word Count: 3012

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TJ pulled up to where the art gallery was back at the beginning of June. Cyrus had spent the entire ride freaking out that things weren’t going to look good, or that he was going to spill paint all over his clothes and he was never going to be able to get it out.

“Oh please, I’ve seen your sketches, don’t be such a humblebrag,” TJ scoffed, putting the car in park, “if anyone’s gonna suck at this, it’s gonna be me,”

Cyrus gave him a punch to the shoulder. “Yeah, right. Whatever you say,” he mumbled, getting out of the car, “at least it’s not too hot outside,”

“Would your skin burn under the harsh rays, Snow White?” TJ joked, earning a pouty grin from Cyrus.

“How you wound me,” he tutted, shaking his head, “that could have been the final straw of our friendship,”

TJ chuckles, pulling out his phone after a buzz. Amber had sent him a picture of a note on the fridge that he hadn’t seen. It was from his mom, saying that she’d be away for two days for a high school reunion. He smiled, pocketing his phone.

“C’mon, we’re going to be late,” Cyrus whined, grabbing the hem of TJ’s shirt and tugging him along.

“Wow, you might just replace Walker as the most artistic in the gang, huh?” TJ jeered, stumbling as Cyrus dragged him along.

“Shut up, you know you love me for all of my quirks,” Cyrus laughed, letting go of TJ’s shirt and rushing to an easel.

Yeah, I know, TJ thought, picking the easel next to Cyrus.

Their instructor, a man with short white hair, and a top that was speckled in paint of every color, walked them through all their colors and types of brushes. TJ looked utterly lost, unable to retain anything the man had said, while Cyrus followed along with relative ease.

“And remember, there are no mistakes, just happy little accidents,” he said, grabbing a paintbrush from his jar.

“This is some Bob Ross bullshit,” TJ muttered, sifting through his brushes to try and find one that the instructor had picked up.

“Language,” Cyrus sighed, plucking a brush from his jar, and helping TJ find his.

Cyrus had no problem following the teacher, keeping up with him with ease, and enjoying himself along the way. TJ, on the other hand, was starting to regret saying yes to this. He couldn’t keep track of all the colors, using the knife made him nervous, and he didn’t know which brushes to use for which technique.

“This is hopeless,” he groaned, setting his brush down and turning to Cyrus, who was clearly concentrating, evident from the fact that his tongue was sticking out.

“It’s not hopeless,” Cyrus said without looking up until he’d finished his strokes, “let me help,” he offered, setting his brush down and grabbing TJ’s. He took the other boy’s hand and placed it on the brush, guiding him along the process. “Just like. . .that,” he said softly, the emerald green he’d chosen gliding along the bottom edge of the easel. It was the same green as TJ’s eyes, he’d noticed. When the brush stopped moving, TJ looked to Cyrus, finding himself getting lost in every detail about him.

Suddenly someone dropped their jar of brushes, causing the glass to shatter, as well as whatever was happening between Cyrus and TJ. Both boys were startled, jumping apart and returning to their respective paintings. TJ, even the jokester, dipped his brush in the red and pretended to look at it intensely.

“Is there something weird with my brush?” he asked, turning to Cyrus.

Cyrus looked up from his work, squinting and taking a step towards the brush to examine it further. “Hm, I don’t think so,” he mused. TJ moved the brush forward, tapping Cyrus on the nose with a dot of red.

“Whatever you say, Rudolph,” he laughed, putting a hand on his forehead.

Cyrus pouted, reaching up with his hand and swiping off as much paint as he could. Lunging forward, he swiped it on TJ’s cheek, laughing until he couldn’t breathe, proud of his efforts. “Aw, you’re blushing,” he cooed, clapping his hands together.

TJ rolled his eyes, grabbing one of the rags from his collection of supplies and reaching up to wipe the paint off his face. “Touché,” he countered, setting the rag back down, and returning to his painting. They’d missed a few steps in the paint battle, so TJ tried to look around and copy what other people had done. Once he was satisfied with it, he took a step back. It looked kind of like the instructor’s, just not as clean. He took one look at Cyrus’ and groaned.

“I swear to god, Walker’s got a run for his money,” he shook his head, pointing to Cyrus’ easel, “that’s amazing,”

Cyrus ducked his head, trying to dodge the compliment. “It’s alright. I really like yours. It’s different, but in a good way. Unique,”

“You can have it,” TJ said suddenly, taking it off of the easel and handing it to Cyrus, “really,”

“Fine, but you’re keeping mine,” Cyrus said, swapping the paintings, “this is going in my room,”

“Ditto,” TJ beamed, admiring the piece of art in front of him, as well as the painting.

Marty threw the basketball towards the hoop, missing it slightly. Groaning he chased after it, dribbling it back to the free throw line, and when he looked up, he saw Buffy waiting at the entrance, almost hesitating.

“Hey,” Marty said quietly, holding the ball between his arm and his torso.

“I think we should talk about it,” she said abruptly. Leave it to Buffy to ignore small talk and cut to the chase.

“I’d rather not,” Marty deadpanned, dribbling the ball absentmindedly.

Buffy sighed, leaning against the bench. “Look Marty, I don’t hate you or anything like that. iI was surprised. No one’s ever felt like that about me,” she admitted, looking down at her sneakers.

“So now what? We just pretend that never happened and move on?” Marty said, frustrated.

“I know I don’t like expressing my feelings but here we go,” she started, puffing out a breath,  “Marty, I like you, like a lot. Being in a relationship with you has given me some of the best moments of my life. But love. . .I don’t really know what that is. Yeah, I love my friends, and I love my parents, but like, love like this? I just, I don’t know what it feels like,” she explained, “sorry,”

“Don’t be,” he said quickly, holding his breath slightly to refrain from crying, “don’t be sorry. Feelings are complicated, I can respect that,”

“I just. . .I don’t want to say something that I’m not totally sure that I mean,” she explained, knitting her hands together.

Marty nodded, smiling weakly. “I know, I get that,”

Buffy smiled softly, giving Marty’s hand a squeeze, “You up for some hoops?” she asked, taking the ball from Marty.

Marty smirked, swiping the ball right back. “Game on,”

Andi sifted through her box of beads, setting aside a small collection of pink and red ones. She wove some of the light pink and deep crimson strands together.

“Knock knock,” Bex said, crouching down and coming into AndiShack, “whatcha up to?”

“Making a bracelet for Amber,” she replied, not looking up from her work.

“Uh oh, another bracelet? Do you want another box?” Bex asked, partially jokingly.

Andi waved her off, tying off the loose ends and admiring her handiwork. “Don’t worry. I’m sure about this one,”

“You guys cleared things up?” Bex asked, looking out through the small evening and admiring the evening.

“I think so. Things with her mom are tough, so we’re trying to keep this on the down low, if you know what I mean,” she explained.

Bex brought two fingers to the corner of her mouth, dragging them across and flicking the imaginary key away. She let herself out, leaving Andi alone. She tied on the beads at the loose ends, and made a few tassels. Smiling at her work, she took it up to her room, planning to give it to Amber when she saw her again.

TJ thought he was dreaming when he heard his phone ringing, but in reality, it really was ringing. Groggily, he reached over and picked it up off his nightstand. It was almost two in the morning and Cyrus was calling him. Either Cyrus was drunk and had no idea what he was doing, or there was actually something the matter. Considering Cyrus didn’t even want to cut a few minutes of class, he doubted it was the former.

“Hello? Cyrus? Is everything okay?” he mustered, voice thick with sleep.

“I can’t sleep,” Cyrus said quickly. Wow, Cyrus sure had a lot more energy at two in the morning than expected. It sounded like he’d just downed a whole gallon of coffee.

“That makes one of us,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“Also I’m outside your house,” he added nonchalantly.

That seemed to perk TJ up, feeling his head spin at the sudden movement. “What?”

“Come outside, please?” Cyrus practically begged, and TJ was almost sure that he was pouting on the other end, “I like talking to you in person more than on the phone,”

TJ sighed, putting on his glasses, getting up and padding down the stairs quietly. “Only because it’s you,” he whispered, not wanting to wake Amber. He ended the phone call, slipping it into his sweatpants pocket, and opened the door slowly. And sure enough, Cyrus was standing outside, rocking back on his heels.

“Any reason you’re here at two in the morning?” TJ yawned, struggling to stay upright.

Cyrus shrugged. “I just. . .couldn’t fall asleep,” he admitted.

TJ nodded. “So you thought to call me?”

Cyrus nodded sheepishly, almost like he was embarrassed to say ‘yes’. Even with the dim porch light, TJ knew that he felt bad for waking him, but he didn’t want Cyrus to feel guilty.

“Don’t feel bad. I know a place we can go. C’mon,” he said, grabbing Cyrus’ hand and leading him into the backyard. The Kippens had a tree house built back when Amber and TJ were little, but it hadn’t been used for a while. TJ had no idea why he didn’t just bring Cyrus inside, but the tree house just seemed like a good idea. Both boys climbed the ladder, blindly reaching for the next rung, before they stumbled into the tree house. TJ tried to push away as many loose leaves as possible into the corners, making room for him and Cyrus. TJ lied down, patting the spot next to him for Cyrus to lie down.

“Penny for your thoughts?” TJ offered, putting his hands behind his head. He looked over at Cyrus, who seemed to be struggling with what to say. “You can tell me anything, you know,”

“You’re gonna think I’m going through some existential crisis,” Cyrus admitted, breathing out shakily. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea; maybe spilling secrets and worries at two in the morning was not one of his most well thought-out plans.

“Try me,” TJ assured him, turning his head to face him.

“Do you ever feel like your life is just. . .meaningless?” he started, “like you go through the same activities, day in and day out, only to go to sleep and wake up the next day and repeat them?”

TJ furrowed his brows. “Not. . .in particular. I don’t really think about things like that. Tend to live in the moment,” he supplied.

Cyrus rolled onto his stomach, propping up his head with his hands and elbows. “I mean, I’m 16, and I haven’t even had my first kiss. . .”

“What about Iris?” TJ jumped in, “didn’t you kiss her?”

“She kissed me,” Cyrus admitted, “fine, first proper kiss, you know, with a boy. I haven’t done anything insane, like jump off a bridge, or-”

“-you wanna jump off a bridge?” TJ cut in again, quirking a brow.

“Not the point,” Cyrus dismissed him, blowing out a breath, “I mean like. . .I feel so small and unimportant. I’ve never done anything radical enough to make an impact on someone’s life and I’m too much of a coward to do that,” he admitted, his lower lip wobbling, “I just feel like, what’s the point, you know?”

TJ snapped up, nearly pulling a muscle in his neck. “Are you kidding me? You’re my favorite person in the world. You are so important to me, that I have no idea what I’d do without you,” TJ promised him, trying to meet his gaze. Even though it was dark, he could tell Cyrus was avoiding looking at him.

Cyrus shook his head, almost smiling. “Sometimes I just feel like I’m invisible, you know? Like nobody would notice if I just,” he paused, wiping away a stray tear, “disappeared tomorrow. Sure, there would be an empty seat in the classrooms, but eventually I’d just fade from other people’s memories. Everything just seems so fleeting and insignificant. Like I’m like one drop in the ocean,”

TJ sat listening to him, his lips slightly parted in shock as he absorbed everything Cyrus had said. He never knew he felt like this; did he even know his best friend at all? He reached out, taking Cyrus’ hands in his.

“Cyrus, I care about you so much, I hope you know that. You have made such an impact on my life, you can’t even begin to comprehend. And when you think lowly of yourself, I feel like I’m breaking,” he admitted giving his hand a squeeze, “you matter to me. You are so important. If you never get around to doing some remarkable thing, that doesn’t mean that you’re not worth remembering,”

Cyrus bit down harshly on his lower lip, giving him a watery smile. “I feel weird saying all of this,” he said through a laugh, “you probably think I’m insane,”

TJ shook his head, giving Cyrus’ hands a pat before removing his own. “I mean,” he shrugged, “occasionally I will, not that often,” he admitted, “I just. . .I don’t want to be forgotten, you know? Like I want to make some sort of impact on the world in my life,”

Cyrus listened, slightly in awe. He’d never really seen this side of TJ, and something told him not many people did, so he felt quite special and honored that TJ was sharing this side of him with Cyrus. “It doesn’t need to be a huge thing, you know. I mean, I know I’ll never forget you,” he whispered, as if almost afraid to say anything. It was rare to see Cyrus like this.

TJ nodded, carding his fingers through his hair. “I know, I know. I try not to think about it that much. Stresses me out,” he said, the two of them settling into a comfortable silence.

“Thanks,” Cyrus said after a pause, “it’s really nice getting to talk to you like this. Like I’m not worried about being judged or ridiculed because. .  .it’s you. You’re the one person in my life I can tell anything,”

TJ knew he was blushing, hard. Thank goodness for the dark, he supposed. Cyrus smiled at him, something TJ could make out, even if it was in a black hole. And even in the dim, if not insignificant amount of light, Cyrus could picture TJ’s green eyes, brilliant as ever.

“We’re like soul,” he paused, biting his tongue, “. . .friends,” he finished.

“Huh, soul friends. I kinda like that,” Cyrus smiled, pulling out his phone and squinting at its light, “wouldn’t wanna forget that,” he mumbled, turning it off.

“You should probably be getting back home. Wouldn’t want your parents to worry about you,” TJ said, leaning back on his elbows.

“Actually, they think I’m at Andi’s for a sleepover,” he replied, leaving TJ a bit stunned.

“So are you actually sleeping over at Andi’s?”

Cyrus shrugged. “I took stuff there to make it look like it. And I did plan to sleep over, initially, but then I couldn’t sleep and so I told her I was going out for a little bit to see you. . .and also that I probably wouldn’t come back till morning to get my stuff,” he added cheekily.

“So. . .?” TJ waited for him to finish the sentence, a small smirk growing on his face.

“Can I stay here?” he asked, pouting.

TJ pretended to think it over. “Totally. Do you wanna go inside and I c-”

“-can we stay in here, actually?” Cyrus asked, his voice small and almost hesitant.

“Of course,” TJ assured him, patting his shoulder, “you can lean on me, since I guess sleeping on the wood isn’t that comfortable,” he admitted.

“Thanks,” Cyrus murmured, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of TJ’s next. He felt his stomach dancing, and although he was sleepy, he felt more alive than he’d ever been. He gingerly pulled out his friend and searched:

soul friend

Apparently there was a word for that as well.

anam cara: “soul friend”; a person with whom you can share your deepest thoughts, feelings, and dreams with

Yup, that was TJ. Someone he could tell absolutely anything, and wouldn’t have to worry about being judged or ridiculed. Someone who he depended on for so many things, and also someone who came through whenever he needed him. He supposed this was how Jonah felt about Walker, or Amber about Andi, or Marty about Buffy, but they were different. They were couples; he and TJ. . .they were just a couple of friends. A couple of kids.

TJ was already softly snoring, clearly exhausted. Cyrus shut his eyes, feeling TJ’s steady breathing and gentle heartbeat. It was nice, consistent, rhythmic. Cyrus found that whatever feeling had previously overwhelmed him with energy was now gone, replaced by a sense of calmness and tranquility. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, draping an arm over TJ’s chest in the meanwhile.

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