#i need to know what brush you use please !!! i love the blocky style you have with your rendering oh so much :]

[okartichoke]

THATS A WHOLE PHOENIX RIGHT THERE !!!! YAY AYA YAYYAYA !!!!! YAYAYAYAYAY Y!!!!!!! i seriously wish i was better at expressing myself coherently HAHA cuz im actually like elated rn,,, like,,,,, look at his fricking dad pants dude.........

>>"thanks @okartichoke ur au lets me draw the ace attorney guys and practice wings at the same time…."<< ^^ REAL. literally the same reason i draw this au LOL <3 now i just gotta make an OC with wings to come full circle

i was drawing trick or treat asks and i got so zoned out i accidentally drew a whole phoenix. thanks @okartichoke ur au lets me draw the ace attorney guys and practice wings at the same time…. its wild im a big fan

[vlindervin7]

All I really have to say about this is that, considering the fact that I spend all my time thinking of both druck and the get down, it’s a miracle this didn’t happen sooner. You don’t need to have seen the get down to read this, but I would recommend watching this because it’s pure art. Enjoy

Read on ao3

David closes the door behind them. Matteo doesn’t immediately register what he’s seeing. David hadn’t exactly told him where they were going, just that he had something to show him. This isn’t what Matteo was expecting. 

He feels David come to stand next to him, but he can’t take his eyes off what he’s seeing. It’s a room, empty save for the lone mattress in the corner, and a few pots of paint and spray cans scattered all over the floor. And on the walls, from floor to ceiling, there is colour. Matteo immediately recognizes David’s signature art style that he’s been getting increasingly familiar with over the last few months, and it never fails to take his breath away. There’s so much of it, everywhere and Matteo’s eyes don’t know where to stop, each time they find something to take in, they find something else that demands their attention. It’s more colourful, bigger, and louder than most of David’s other art, almost like a living, breathing thing. It’s overwhelming in the very best way. 

David shifts next to him and it snaps Matteo back to earth and it occurs to him that he should probably say something. It’s a testament to how overwhelmed he is that all he can find to ask is: ‘What do you do when there’s no more space?’

He looks at David for the first time since they entered and oh, in all his awe he’d momentarily forgotten the most beautiful sight he’s still ever seen is standing right next to him. He’s heard some people say that art is always more interesting than the artist, but Matteo has everything he needs to prove that claim wrong right here. 

David breathes out a small laugh, looking a bit relieved to have Matteo responding, even if he’s amused at the direction Matteo’s thoughts have gone. ‘I paint over it.’

‘But then it’s all gone?’ 

The thought almost hurts, that all the beautiful things he can’t get enough of right now, might one day be gone because David needs to start over, and that he’ll never be able to see the however many layers that exist under this one. But then again, Matteo’s never been good with change. 

David shrugs. ‘Sometimes I take pictures, but it’s never really been about that. This is where I come to just feel. It’s not about making something aesthetically pleasing or whatever. I have my sketchbook and other projects for that. This is just where I let off steam.’ 

And Matteo can sort of see that. There’s no real harmony or continuation between the art on the walls, it’s a mix of colour and figures seemingly placed at random. With a jolt he suddenly recognizes his own face, and that’s a lot, the thought that David comes here to let his feelings do the talking where no one can hear, and he painted Matteo bursting with loud colours. 

Matteo reaches out to touch the wall closest to him, a sun or a big flower or maybe a disfigured face. He doesn’t know, but it’s pretty. 

‘I’ve never brought anyone here before’, David says, making Matteo turn around. ‘Not even Laura.’ 

His cheeks are that lovely red colour they are sometimes, and he looks nervous, unsteady on his feet and taking in Matteo’s movements. 

Matteo realizes how precious this is, how big of an honour it is to be shown this, essentially David’s soul on display, which is why he really doesn’t know what to say. He’s scared to say something that will ruin this moment that feels so delicate, or worse say something that won’t accurately convey how much this means to him. 

He pats his pockets and says a silent thanks to his past self for not returning the bright purple marker he’d borrowed from Mia. David looks at him in question when Matteo steps closer to one of the walls again, but he doesn’t stop him so Matteo keeps going. He finds an unmarked space in between swirls of blue, and in blocky letters, writes down ICH LIEBE DICH, before putting the marker away and turning to face David, self-conscious suddenly. He didn’t even ask. He hopes he hasn’t ruined his one chance to read the book of David’s heart, but no. When he catches David’s eye again, he’s beaming, so wide, and powerful enough to wake the butterflies that have been residing in Matteo’s belly permanently since a few months now. It really hasn’t been that long, no matter how much Matteo feels like he’s known David for years, and saying I love you still feels new, exciting although a familiar warmth has joined that feeling lately, making Matteo think that maybe this doesn’t have to wear an expiration date he hasn’t found yet.��

David doesn’t answer, not that he has to, it’s written all over his face and the walls around him. Instead, he bends down to pick up a red spray can. He shake it while coming to stand next to Matteo, an all black apparition contrasting with his bright art, and looks at the wall a moment before spraying, with such ease and comfort that it makes something hot unspool in Matteo’s belly, a bright red heart around Matteo’s words. It’s the sort of cheesy thing David himself would scoff at in movies, but coming from him it feels like the most special gesture in the world. 

Matteo feels like he’s going to catch on fire with all the love he’s feeling. 

For a moment they just stare at each other, laughing giddily. It reminds Matteo of that first time they hung out, like being a little kid again. 

David shakes himself out of it, and picks up a brush this time, before refilling his colour palette. Matteo watches him do it, wondering where this is going, but knowing he won’t mind if it’s not more than David doing his thing and letting Matteo watch, but when he’s done he turns back to Matteo and makes a sweeping gesture over the floor. ‘You’re free to use whatever you want.’

He feels warm at the permission, again feeling the weight of David letting Matteo free in the place that’s most his in the world. He doesn’t immediately take him up on the offer, though, distracted by the flecks of paints that have started appearing on David’s hands, his black shirt. He’d thrown his jacket and beanie in a corner when he entered the space and Matteo wonders if he’ll be careful with the state of his clothes or if he doesn’t care if they get dirty. 

He’s still just watching as David applies the brush to one of the blank spaces left, as he smiles without turning around and says, ‘Are you just going to stare at me, ‘cause you might want to get comfortable if that’s the case.’

‘Shut up’, Matteo mumbles, but he’s smiling at the smug tone David’s using. 

He doesn’t really know where to start, but he does want to try something. It’s always seemed fun to him to do graffiti, except the whole hiding from the cops thing sounded like too much of a hassle. This seems like something close to it, enough to be fun, even though he has very little artistic talent. It reminds him of doodling in David’s sketchbook, knowing it could never add up, but figuring it might make David smile later, the way he did when he watched him that first time. 

In the end he picks up a few spray cans and goes to sit down on the other side of the room where almost the entire lower wall is still a bright white. He shakes one of the cans like he’s seen people do in movies, and David earlier, and tries to vaguely spray the shape of one of the aliens in David’s movie. It’s not as easy it always looks to be, the easy way David had sprayed the perfectly shaped heart earlier. It’s messy and Matteo has trouble enough creating clear shapes as is, the can that feels too big in his hands not making any of that easier. He also didn’t know the paint would drip that heavily when holding the can slightly wrong. He tries his best, but the alien still comes out looking more like a grey green blue coloured blob than anything else. If anything, he gains a deeper appreciation for David’s art. 

The paint has dripped all over the floor and his arms and hands. 

Even if it was harder than it looks, Matteo was right in thinking it would be fun. He’s gone too long being in the same room as David without having his attention, though, and that’s significantly less fun. 

When he pushes himself up and turns around, David has his back turned to him like Matteo didn’t just catch him looking at him, silently laughing before turning away. He’s not even painting anything, just stands there in front of that half-painted forest view, innocently holding the palette in hand. 

‘Something funny?’

David slowly turns around, pretentiously holding the palette up with an innocent look on his face. ‘You talking to me?’, he asks.

Matteo pretends to play along, hoping to catch him in the act. “What do you think of my alien?”, he asks, pretending to be genuine. 

When David sets eyes on it, he laughs like he can’t help it. At Matteo’s raised eyebrows, he tries to hold it in, and holds up his hands, but he doesn’t entirely manage. ‘It’s… It’s very cute’, he says, morphing his face into a serious expression again. 

‘I’ll show you cute’, Matteo exclaims, launching himself at his boyfriend and smearing the paint on his hands all over David’s black shirt, and in the process accidentally knocking the palette over too, so that, now, the front his shirt is stained in a mixture of at least ten different colours.

Some of it’s even gotten on his pants. David gets very quiet for a moment, looking down at his clothes like he’s contemplating getting angry. Suddenly Matteo gets nervous. It had seemed like a good idea in the moment, something close enough to their usual play fighting, but maybe wasting David’s paint and ruining his clothes is taking it a step too far. After all, just because Matteo won’t spend more than five euros on an article of clothing, doesn’t mean David won’t either. 

The noise he makes when David grabs a large paint brush and smears it all over Matteo’s face, he decides to blame on the fact that he was worried his boyfriend would suddenly decide to break up with him, and not that he’s a big baby. Once he’s over the shock, he doesn’t hesitate to retaliate, though, and before he knows it, they’re both throwing smearing aiming paint at each other. Matteo’s laughing so hard he feels light, lighter than he’s maybe ever felt before, like every new drop of of paint that lands on his skin lifts him that much closer to unperturbed peace and he can feel it approaching, that happy state of mind where everything else becomes a blur and he’s able to simply give himself over to it and live in this moment with David forever. 

After a while, they’re not really battling anymore, instead have joined forces. They’re still using each other as a canvas, but it feels like art this time. The closest Matteo will probably get to making art as he picks out colours to addorn David with, and David does the same to him. 

The walls aren’t spared in their outburst, they’re being equally pelted. 

At one point, Matteo needs to stop because David, as lost as Matteo is in all of this, is almost dancing in the way he’s still creating beautiful things on these walls, all the while bringing his hands through his hair and messing it up, drawing Matteo close to him just to touch, and smiling through it all, never ceasing to smile. Sometimes he closes his eyes like he wants to soak in the rays of his invisible happiness, but he never stops moving. Matteo hasn’t prayed in a long time, but moving through this room with David, makes him think this is what it’s supposed to feel like. 

It makes sense now, what he’d said before, about coming here to feel because that’s what he’s doing. Matteo is this close to seeing the walls he holds around himself when he’s outside this room fall away, can see him come alive in a place in which he feels free. Freedom found in between these four walls. It should seem like a contradiction, but it’s not really. What both David and Matteo have in common, is that burning desire for a home, a place to simply exist as they are without the weight of the entire world’s gaze on their back, where they get to be part of something bigger without having to explain. 

That’s this room. 

There’s a moment David opens his arms wide like he’s standing in a sudden downpour and all Matteo sees is that bird he’d shown him when they’d just met, finally taking flight. 

He’s so full of light it feels like it should be dangerous to look at him directly, something that’s too bright to be observed by the naked eye, and a few months ago Matteo would’ve looked away in fear of catching on fire and having the whole world see him burn, but he’s not anymore. He’s so in love it feels like diving headfirst off a cliff, but he’s not afraid. Let the world watch as he falls and then, right when they’re all holding their breath watching him pummel to his death, take flight and surpass them all. 

They end up making out on the mattress, and Matteo loses his shirt but he can’t remember how it happened. All he can think of is David and his all-encompassing need to feel him against him. He shivers and is about to start whining when David gets up for a moment, but then he’s back, straddling him this time. He brings the tip of a paint brush to his shoulder and traces all over his collarbones and neck before reaching the other one. Then he picks out another colour and starts tracing figures on his stomach, arms, ribs, chest, waist. The paint is cold against his skin and it makes him shiver, but David is holding him down gently with one hand, and looking at him like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen, and really he’s mostly shivering with the weight of David on top of him and what it’s doing to his body. There’s nothing except David that could make him move right now. 

When David is satisfied with his work, he puts the paintbrush aside and lets his eyes sit heavy on Matteo’s bare skin, flicking up and down to his face, from his stomach, looking so serious like Matteo’s the piece of art he’s been working on for years, his magnum opus.   

Then, after Matteo is this close to making a sound because the undivided attention is on the verge of being too much, David bends over and then they’re kissing again. Less hurried, less frantic than before, but soft like the gentle music that plays at the end of an action-packed movie when the heroes finally find the peace they’ve been fighting for. That moment after an impossibly high note when the audience is silent for fear of breaking the magic, right before the star receives all the applause they deserve. 

It doesn’t last as long this time, a mutual declaration of trust. David settles his head on Matteo’s shoulder and they just breathe in the wake of all the beautiful chaos the room has had to endure. The toxic smell of the paint hangs heavy in the air, but Matteo feels like he’s never properly breathed until this very moment. 

When he deems it safe to speak, he says what’s been on his mind ever since he walked into the room. ‘There’s so much colour.’

Compared to David’s sketches and the art he posts online and the one he hangs on his wall, this room is so bright. Matteo wonders if it’s because David thinks he can’t afford to show his inner colours to the world for fear of having them tainted or if it’s something else. 

David must understand why Matteo decides to comment on that because he makes a small humming noise Matteo feels more than hears, before slightly turning his head so his mouth is free. ‘I’ve been really happy lately.’

They fall asleep right there, until hours later when they’ll have to face the outside world again. For now, they don’t think of what’s to come, though, too busy living in their homemade dreamscape. 

[misunderstood-shadows]

The Hunteress: Chapter 2

Warnings: Slight smut Word Count: 1243 About: Sequel to Goodbye, I Love You and The Ripper. Alessandra is back hunting with the Winchesters. Something is sparking between her and Sam, but when a new threat threatens the Mikaelson’s she is drawn back into a world she is desperately trying to escape. Edited/Beta-ed: No

Series Masterlist

A breath passed from his mouth, and then he leant down. Our lips made contact, and we exhaled together. They were so soft and gentle. I felt him shift and our bodies pressed together. My now freed hands wound around his neck and twisted though his hair. Using my speed, I flipped us over to that I was on top. Sam's back hit the ground, and my hands went to brace on the earth by his head. I tightened my thighs around his hips, and I groaned.

Our kisses grew rougher, and he sat up, pushing me with him. He kissed my neck as I caught my breath. His teeth grazed my pulse point, and I moaned.

He groaned when I shifted on his lap. ''Room?''

"Yes. I'll grab our jackets.'' I sped over to the boulder, grabbed both them and the bloody stake and was back at Sam's side in a second. I grabbed his hand and sped us back to the hotel. Within a minute we were stumbling through the door, lips connected.

''What the-guys!'' Dean yelled.

Sam and I leapt apart, blushing.

''Oh, god. Dean! I'm so sorry.'' I stuttered. Sam shifted uncomfortably beside me. Dean strode past us, muttering.

''Stay off my bed,'' Dean growled and slammed the door behind him. In an instant Sam was shoving me against the wall again, the jackets and stake were long forgotten on the floor by the door.

''Bed. Now.'' I rumbled, tearing off his shirt. He growled in agreement, picking me up by the back of my thighs and carrying us to the bed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next morning Sam and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. When I reached up to grab the cereal box, he wrapped his hands around my waist and kissed up and down my neck until I was out of breath from giggling. While he was brushing his teeth in the bathroom mirror, I pressed my face into his back, inhaling his scent.

I was so happy. Finally, I didn't wake up thinking about Elijah or the Mikaelson's or hiding my supernatural abilities from Sam and Dean. I felt relaxed and… happy.

Dean practically had to drag us from the room and into the Impala, continually reminding us that it wasn't a honeymoon, but a case. It didn't take long to find the ghost killing brides.

Henry McAvoy was ditched at the altar in 1886 by his wife-to-be. In his grief, he jumped from a nearby bridge. The graveyard where he had been buried was recently robbed, and his body was removed which was probably the reason that his ghost was suddenly active after all these years.

Careful research had revealed that the stolen body had been incinerated. Therefore, something else was tying him here.

''I found it!'' I exclaimed, only to be hushed by a passing librarian. We were in the public library, looking at the will of Henry. Everything he owned was destroyed in a fire which ripped through the fire where his belonging had been stored.

Everything except a wedding band, the one he was supposed to give to his runaway bride.

Sam and Dean studied the picture attached to the document. ''I've seen that before,'' Dean whispered. ''Where did I see it?'' he thought for a minute before slamming his hand down on the table loudly, earning another glare from the librarian. ''The museum. The old one on the way into town. I saw it when I was interviewing the victim's father; he works there.''

''That's great, except for one thing.'' Sam's brow furrowed. ''That wedding minister I talked to, she just texted me. There are no weddings planned for the next three months. That means that Henry is probably guarding that ring. We can't get anywhere near it without a distraction.''

Both boys looked at me. ''I'm said distraction?'' I guessed.

''Well, I sure as hell aren't dressing up in white.'' Dean scoffed.

''Only if you're ok with it.'' Sam glared at Dean, before turning back to me.

I nodded. ''Better me than someone who can't heal quickly.''

''Settled then.'' Dean nodded.

''Are you sure you're ok with this?'' Sam asked for the millionth time. We were in a discount bridal and formal store. I was trying on my fifth wedding dress of the day. We’d decided that I needed to look the part to trick McAvoy.

I flattened my hands down the puffy skirt of the dress and grinned at him. ''Of course, I am. It's not every day I get to be a bride.'' I studied my reflection in the mirror, a small frown on my face. ''I can't run in any of these.''

The assistant frowned at me. ''Will that be necessary on your wedding day?'' Her nasal voice set my nerves on edge.

I gave her a fake grin. ''It's part of the ceremony.''

She nodded, thinking. ''Well, you could maybe go for a short dress. Most women prefer the longer styles, but-''

''No,'' I interrupted. Please stop talking. ''I'll try a short dress.'' She nodded and hurried off.

''You look beautiful.'' I smiled and gave Sam a spin and a smile.

''You think?'' the poofy skirt was itchy on my legs, but I had to admit, I did love it. ''Thank you.''

''You've never done this before?''

I shook my head at Sam's reflection. ''Never had the chance to.''

''There was no one…?'' He trailed off suggesting.

I studied the lace on the bodice. ''You don't want an answer to that.''

''Yes I do.'' Sam insisted, coming to stand in front of the platform I was on. ''I want to know everything about you, no surprises.''

''Are you sure?'' I looked him in the eye, searching for any sign he wasn't. I found none.

''I am.'' He assured.

''Ok.'' I agreed. ''Can I tell you tonight?''

''Sure thing.'' He took my hands, pulling me gently down to his height. My hand slid up his arm and onto the side of his neck. We kissed, lips moving smoothly together. His hands slid around my waist, gently fingering the lace of the dress.

A pointed cough parted us. Sam blushed and stepped back. The assistant glared at him until he took his original seat. I sighed and faced her. ''Here are the dresses.'' She handed me three coat hangers. ''Do you need help getting out of that one.''

I shook my head and walked into the changing room. The top was instantly my favourite; it was 50's design, with capped sleeves and a skirt that begun right under my bust. The seams around the waist meant that it followed my body shape and didn't look blocky.

When I stepped out, the assistant didn't make any snide remarks.

I studied my reflection. It was stunning, and everything I had dreamed of for my wedding dress. It was beautiful and unique and… perfect. I had never thought I would even get this close to a wedding.

''Wow.'' Sam breathed. I did a slow spin on the platform, studying the dress.

''This one.'' I decided. ''This is the one.''

Instantly, the assistant was all business. Her voice was an endless stream of prices and layby and delivery.

''How much?'' I interrupted, not caring if she had already told me the price.

''It's $250.'' Sam and I grimaced. ''But… I'll drop it down to $100. It's been here for ages, and nobody wants a short wedding dress.''

Sam grinned. ''We'll take it.''

[keep-me-inmind-kaspbrak]

You Take My Breath Away~Reddie Fic

Summary: When DJ job opens at the local roller rink Richie takes it not knowing he would meet the possible love of his life.

AO3: {READ}

Chapters: [Chapter 1], [Chapter 2], [Chapter 3], [Chapter 4]

Notes: OH HELLO, SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG WAIT (yikess)! I had such a bad case of writers block for this chapter plus some personal struggles, but ITS HERE AND ITS THE LONGEST CHAPTER! I hope you all enjoy this!  ALSO S/O to @cestleprobleme FOR HELPING ME THIS CHAPTER SHE BASICALLY ADDED SOME UMPH TO IT!  

WC: 5.5k

CHAPTER 5

“Well, Mr. K, I bid you a good evening.” Richie said taking Eddie’s hand, bowing down to give it a soft peck.

           Eddie’s heart leapt out of his chest as Richie took his hand and placed a soft kiss on it. A soft giggle escaped his lips as he said goodnight to Richie and backed his way into the dorm.

           Once Eddie was in the building he let himself fall back against the stony wall and began to laugh softly, the sound bubbling out of his chest, covering his flushed face with his hands. Eddie had never felt so happy and giddy in any moment like he did now. He had just asked Richie out on a proper date and Richie had said yes. Eddie smiled as he pushed himself off the wall and made his way back up to his room.

~

           The days leading up to Wednesday went by agonizingly slow for Eddie, and his excited anticipation only made it worse. He had two tests, a quiz, and a paper all due before Wednesday, and in order to get everything done, he had to spend most of his time studying, writing his paper, or sleeping. Being in college barely gave him anytime for himself, let alone for his friends.

           By Tuesday evening Eddie was exhausted and just wanted to sleep for the rest of the week, but the only thing keeping him from doing just that was his date with Richie the following day. Eddie was super excited to go out with Richie and get to know him more, but his nerves were beginning to kick in, and Stan could tell.

           “Eddie, everything will be alright, just be yourself.” Stan said reassuringly.

           Eddie had told Stan everything that had happened between he and Richie, from all the texts they exchanged to the way Richie made him feel. As much as Eddie knew Stan didn’t really care for Richie’s sense of humor, he knew that Stan actually kind of liked Richie, and at the very least liked how he made Eddie feel.

           Eddie sighed, “Yeah, you’re right, but I’m just so nervous.”

           “Its okay to be nervous Eddie, just take a deep breath, everything will go great. I can tell he really likes you.” Stan reassured rubbing his back gently.

           Eddie just nodded as he fell back on to his bed exhaling loudly just as his head hit his pillow. He knew Stan was right, he knew Richie liked him, but that didn’t stop the jittery feeling he felt in his bones. Once he landed on his pillow he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and he reached in to pull it out and saw it was a text from Richie.

           Richie: I hope you’re ready to have your socks blown off by my sk8ing skillz

           Eddie: We will see about that ;)

           Richie: You doubting me?

           Eddie: I would NEVER do such a thing!

           Richie: Whatever you say, spaghetti man

           Eddie: Well on that note, I’m going to head off to bed

           Richie: Okay grandma, its only 8

           Eddie: I’m tired okay?!

           Richie: Okay okay! Goodnight sleepy prince ;)

           Eddie looked down at the last message, his eyes tracing it over and over, smiling wider each time. He could feel a soft blush dust his cheeks as he locked his phone and plugged it into its charger.

Eddie let his eyes flutter shut as the world blackened, but his thoughts wandered and they went straight to Richie; the soft, disheveled curls that adorned his head, the freckles that dusted the bridge of his nose and the tops of his cheeks, and that stupid mouth. The mouth that would spout vulgarities, but also the mouth that tasted of bubblegum and made Eddie’s insides churn delightfully. Everything about Richie made Eddie feel like a high schooler falling foolishly in love.

Not after long, he felt himself begin to drift off; it was that kind of falling asleep where you don’t really remember it happening. He was warm and pleasantly surrounded by darkness, and it was so restful that, after the week Eddie had already had, he never really wanted to leave.

Eddie was jolted awake to Stan poking at him,

“Eddie. Eddie, you gotta get up, you’re going to miss class.”

Eddie felt panic course through his veins as he jumped out of bed and hastily got ready. He had never been late to class, not once in his academic career. He took off the sweater he fell asleep in and threw on a new one that was bigger and drowned his small frame. He ran his hands through his hair to hastily style it into something remotely acceptable enough to make him look presentable in as short a time as possible. He grabbed his backpack and all but ran to his first class.

           Eddie spent most of the day feeling like he was going to throw up from the distress. Waking up late set his nerves on edge from the moment he opened his eyes, and his date with Richie was still weighing heavily on his mind. He would bounce his leg in class to try to help calm the anxiety that was coursing through every inch of him. He felt like his skin was vibrating, and no matter what he tried to do, he couldn’t settle his coursing veins. By the time four o’clock rolled around Eddie was ready to be back in his room for a short reprieve before his date with Richie.

           Eddie walked back to his room as quickly as he could, a mix of his anxiety and his desire for as much time alone as possible driving his hastened pace. The cold fall-transitioning-into-winter air prickled his cheeks, making them turn a soft bright red. Eddie waved his student ID in front of the blocky scanner to gain access to the from door of his building, and after getting inside, quickly made his way up the stairs and down the halls to his room. He tried the handle on the door but it was still locked, indicating Stan wasn’t back yet, and he was sure he was probably with Bill since his classes ended over an hour ago.

           Eddie walked into the cold, dark room and put his backpack on his desk chair before he made his way over to his bed where he flopped down with all the grace of a flailing fish, exhaling sharply. The cool and the dark were a much needed relief on his sense, and he looked at the time on his watch and saw he had one hour before Richie was going to be picking him up.

           As he lay there he took deep breath and exhaled, “Okay. You got this.” Eddie pushed himself up off the bed and walked over to his dresser to begin getting ready. He wanted to look nice for Richie, but he knew they were going to be skating, so he decided to pick something that would be comfortable but very flattering on him. He rummaged through his drawers until he found his large loose-knit pink sweater. It was one of his favorites to wear, especially when he paired it with his light-wash jean overalls.

           Eddie slid the sweater over his head and let it settle on his shoulders, allowing one side to slip down, showing off a little of his shoulder and collar bone. He then pulled his overalls on, clipping on one side and letting the other strap dangle unclipped. He looked in the mirror on the wall near his desk and smiled, pleased with his outfit.

           Eddie looked down at his watch again and sighed a little, relieved, seeing he still had some time to spare. He decided to use his spare time to make sure his hair was up to par, and he grabbed his brush and hair pomade and made sure it was securely styled in his usual soft brown quiff. He grabbed the bottle of cologne that sat on top of his bookshelf and spritzed it on his neck and pulse points. Nothing more aggressive than normal.

           After setting his cologne down Eddie felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly retrieved it to see Richie hand sent him a text saying he was waiting outside, and to take his time if need be. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, in then out, he grabbed his bag with his skates and left the dorm.

           Eddie made his way out of the building and once outside was greeted by Richie, leaning against his car with one leg bent up and his foot resting against the side, blowing bubbles with his bubble gum. Eddie could feel his insides already begin to warm as he watched Richie look him up and down and give the most devilish smile.

           Eddie smiled shyly back as he approached Richie slowly, taking him in. He was wearing his black leather jacket with an AC/DC shirt underneath it, and of course those skinny jeans that had perfectly placed holes at the knees. Eddie never understood why someone as good looking as Richie even gave him a second glance.

           “Shit, Eds.” Richie said, cracking his gum and looking Eddie up and down.

           Eddie just looked up at Richie smiling a bit, grabbing his left arm and shifting his weight to his right foot. “You…you look really…good.” Eddie said stammering over his words trying his best not to blush.

           “Eds, I am sorry, and not to demean your other numerous and completely winning qualities, such as your bright intelligence, way with words, and endless list of jaw-dropping talents, but you look so fucking hot.” Richie said running his right hand through his hair.

           Eddie bowed his head and chuckled lightly before licking his lips, feeling his cheeks warm as well as his stomach, and then looked up to smile at him, “Thanks.”

           Richie slid away from the passenger side door that he was leaning on and opened it for Eddie. Eddie walked up to the door, smiling at Richie, and then ducked his head as he slid gracefully into the passenger seat. As he sat down he could feel his heart beat in his eardrums, so he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing his whole body to relax.

           Eddie heard the driver’s side door open and he turned to see Richie climb in, and Eddie realized he could smell him, he smelled different, not like he remembered him smelling before, not bad but very good. Richie usually had the distinct smell of cigarettes and bubblegum, which had its own allure, but today he smelled more musky with a hint of vanilla, and some other notes he couldn’t place. Eddie could feel his head begin to swim as the smell of Richie swarmed all around him.

           “You ready?” Richie said looking over at Eddie.

           “Yeah, where you taking us?” Eddie asked with a smile.

           “It’s a surprise.” Richie said, returning the smile and adding a wink.

           Richie accelerated the car as Eddie sat back and buckled himself in. He looked out the windows and watched the scenery pass by, a comfortable silence between them filled only by the softly playing radio. It felt nice, after having his nerves on edge all day. He watched as they passed neighborhoods, the small downtown that included a small movie theater that everyone loved, and barren trees getting ready to face the cold. It wasn’t that long of a drive though before Richie pulled up to the diner in town. That very same diner where Eddie felt his heart ignite and knew that he wanted to be with Richie.

           “This is where we are eating?” Eddie asked, a little surprised and delighted that this is where Richie wanted to eat.

           “Yeah, it’s the first place we really…uh, you know, met.” Richie said smiling almost shyly.

           Eddie smiled fully at the fact that Richie had chose this specific place to eat, and the reasoning behind it, and opened the passenger door and climbed out. He began to make his way over to the diner door when Richie caught up with him in time and grabbed the door.

           “M’lady.” Richie said bowing dramatically while holding the door open.

           Eddie walked into the diner and was greeted with the familiarly pleasant smell of grease and burgers. There was a sign by the hostess stand that said ‘Seat yourself!’ in some vintage font. Richie walked up and looked over at him, “Lead the way.”

           Eddie nodded slightly as he took Richie’s pinky in his, locking them together, and lead the way to the back of the diner. Eddie chose a booth that was by one of the windows and looked like it had been freshly cleaned. He slid into one side of the booth and Richie sat down on the opposite side.

           After settling a waitress in her mid-40’s approached the two. Eddie noticed she had curly brown hair with strands of grey just beginning to show, and striking physical features. Her cheekbones were sharp, nose coming to a perfect point, and piercing blue eyes.

           “Hey there, I’m Sallie, I’ll be your waitress today. Can I start you off with a drink?”

           “I’ll take a coke.” Richie said smiling up at Sallie.

           “I’ll have a strawberry milkshake please.” Eddie smiled.

           “Sure thing, I’ll be right back with those.”

           Sallie closed her ticket book and walked towards the kitchen to get the drinks they just ordered. Richie leered slightly in her direction as Sallie walked away, “Now that’s a MILF.”

           “Richie!” Eddie whispered harshly while smacking him in the head with his menu.

           “What? It’s true!” Richie said laughing.

           “Do you have to say it so loud?!”

           Richie only responded with a proud smirk on his face and leaning back in the booth at an angle, one arm on resting on the table and the other on the top of the seat. “How was your day, Ed’s?”

           “Well, I was late for my first class, I haven’t been able to focus like at all on anything, and to be honest I’ve been a nervous wreck all day.” Eddie felt the words slip out of his mouth easily, not meaning to be so openly worn down and honest about his nervousness towards tonight.

           Richie sat there in silence, staring deeply into Eddie’s nervous gaze, and Eddie began to fidget with end of his sleeve. He saw Richie begin to lean across the table a little, but Sallie chose that moment to return with their drinks.

           “Here you go boys, are you ready to order?” Sallie asked with a smile, pen at the ready to take their order.

           “I’ll take the chicken wrap with no tomato.” Eddie smiled up at her.

           “I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries.” Richie added.

           “All right, I’ll put that in, it should be out shortly.” Sallie responded closing her ticket book putting it in the pocket of her apron.

           Once Sallie walked away Richie spoke, “Eddie, I don’t want you to be nervous around me, I want you to feel comfortable.”

           “It’s hard not to be nervous around you, Rich.” Eddie said back with a wan smile, quickly realizing he had just called Richie “Rich”.

           “You can just be yourself, Eds. I already like you, so what’s there to be nervous about?” Richie said with a warm smile, reaching his arm out to give a soft pinch to Eddie’s cheek.

           Eddie let a soft laugh escape his lips, and he quickly covered his face with his hands, feeling every nerve relax in earnest for the first time today. Something about being with Richie made him so nervous but at the same time so relaxed. “Well, other than being a ball of nerves all day, it was alright, and it’s getting better by the minute. What about you, how was your day?” Eddie inquired, resting his head in his hands.

           “Well, I certainly am glad to hear that, Mr. K, I could only wonder what is making it get better.” Richie said, using some god-awful attempt at Southern Belle accent, and winked before continuing in his normal voice, “I pretty much just had class, and now I am having dinner with a really fucking cute boy. I’d say the day has been pretty good so far. One for the books, maybe even.”

Eddie couldn’t stop the smile that broke out across his face (despite Richie’s poor use of grammar), and quickly took a sip of his milkshake to try and hide it. “You sure you’re not just talking about yourself there?”

           “What do you mean? I am positive, Eds, that you are the cute one here. I, on the other hand, am the sexy one. That’s the difference.”

           Eddie nearly choked on his milkshake as he began to laugh at Richie’s utter charm and stupidity. He felt the burn of milkshake about to come out of his nose, and quickly reached for his napkin to cover it and his mouth, before a complete embarrassment happened. He could see Richie trying to cover his mouth with his hand as he laughed loudly, his eyes crinkling at the corners and a flush covered his high cheeks, and Eddie tried to calm his simultaneous coughing and laughing, a painful and all the more hysterical combination.

           “I mean, I knew I was funny, but Jesus H. Christ.” Richie chuckled.

           “I’m laughing at the fact that you think you’re the sexy one. Don’t get me wrong you are very sexy, but let’s be honest, I take the cake on that one.” Eddie said still laughing, feeling emboldened by the glow Richie was making him feel, and tried his best to wink at Richie, but failed epically.

           “Touché, Spaghetti, touché.” Richie said taking a sip from his coke, “But you being completely unable to wink just proves my point that you are the cute one.”

           Eddie knew he couldn’t wink for shit and felt a mildly embarrassed blush rise to his cheeks. Just as Eddie was going to shoot back at Richie, probably something about how yeah, maybe Eddie was cute, but he could still kick Richie’s ass, Sallie showed up again at their table with their burger and chicken wrap. “Here you go, boys, is there anything else I can get you?”

           “Uh, no thanks, I think we’re good.” Richie said sweetly to Sallie.

           “All right-y, well enjoy.” Sallie said, returning the smile before making her way back to the kitchen.

           Richie and Eddie began to eat their food in a comfortable silence for a short while before Richie made some joke about his burger tasting better than sex, and Eddie completely disagreeing saying sex was obviously better than a greasy burger. They both had laughed, and Richie, realizing his folly, agreed that sex was indeed better than a burger.

           As they chatted, Eddie learned that Richie was at school for journalism, hoping one day to land a job as a DJ on the radio. Eddie also learned that Richie loved music more than the average person, and he was a big fan of 80s rock and modern alternative music, completely different from Eddie’s taste in music, but entirely respectable.

           Eddie told Richie about his major and hoping one day to become a pharmacist, and maybe even having his own pharmacy. Richie listened intently with a smile as Eddie told him about his post-graduation plans. Richie asked about his favorite music, and Eddie blushed as he told him he liked Indie pop and music you hear on the radio, but Richie seemed to show some interest as well, and this made Eddie relax a little.

           They were sitting there talking when Sallie walked up again, “Are you guys ready to pay?”

           “I think we are, thank you.” Eddie said politely.

           “Alright-y, would you like the bill split?” she asked.

           “No, I’ll take it.” Richie responded quickly, taking the bill from Sallie.

           “I think not!” Eddie said, reaching his hands out, trying to grab the bill from Richie.

           “No, no, no, I got it Ed’s!” Richie raised his arm over his head, making it completely out of reach for the smaller man.

Eddie tried to grab the bill from Richie by standing up and reaching for it, but ultimately he gave up. He sat back down, admitting defeat. “Thanks, Richie.”

           “Anytime, babe.” Richie said with a smooth wink (unlike Eddie’s earlier attempt), stuffing a twenty into the little book before shutting it. “Shall we?”

           “I think we shall.” Eddie replied sliding out of the booth.

           The two walked towards the front of the diner and thanked Sallie on their way out. Once they got in Richie’s car, they made the short drive to the roller rink, and Richie quickly parked the car in the small lot. Just as soon as Richie had put the car in park, Eddie was already flying out of the car and making his way into the rink, full of excited energy to do his favourite activity, and do it with Richie. It was his chance to show off. Eddie could feel Richie’s gaze on him as he raced to the door.

           Once they entered the rink, Eddie took Richie over to get fitted for some skates. Eddie was kneeling on the ground, lacing Richie’s rented pair up while he sat on the rickety bench. Eddie could feel Richie’s gaze on him, and it made his skin tingle pleasantly. He finished lacing up Richie’s skates by tying a small bow at the top.

           “Okay, how do they feel?” Eddie asked pushing off his knees.

           “Good!” Richie nodded enthusiastically, giving the skates a wiggle with his feet.

           “Okay, let me get my skates on and then we can head to the track.” Eddie said sitting beside Richie as he began to take his own shoes off.

           Eddie quickly yet carefully laced up his skates, a practiced precision, and topped them off with a small lopsided bow on both skates, just like Richie’s. He stood up and stuck his hand out to Richie to so he could grab it. As Richie’s hand met Eddie’s, that same tingle ran through his fingertips and up his arm, consuming Eddie’s entire body with a warm, low burn. Eddie reveled in it.

           Eddie lead them both out to the track, carefully making sure Richie wouldn’t fall over on the way over and giggling when he realized Richie looked about as graceful as a baby giraffe. As they made it out on the track, the thudding music grew in intensity as they got closer to the speakers, but the track was barren, not a single person skating.

           “Alright, you ready?” Eddie turned and asked. smiling ear to ear.

           “I was born ready, Spaghetti Head!” Richie said placing his hands on his hips, but the shift in his balance causing him to wobble a little bit.

           “Oh okay, sure,” Eddie said laughing, “Just be careful!” He reached out towards Richie, placing his own hands on Richie’s hips to help balance him a bit.

           “First off, I need to show you how to get moving. There are two ways you can do it.” Eddie began to explain.

           “Well, get teachin’, because damn, I am not going to be able to concentrate or do anything functional if you keep holding my hips like that.” Richie said smoothly.

           “Fine, ANYWAY, as I was saying, there are two ways you can move forward: there is weaving your legs, which is the easiest way to learn first, in my opinion.” Eddie continued, “So what you’re going to do is just start to spread your legs apart slowly, and just as your feet go past your hips underneath you, begin to point your toes back in and bring your legs back together.” Eddie smiled up at Richie.

           “Okay, Eds, you’re the boss.” Richie smiled back and began to spread his legs slowly, hands up and out at his sides for a little added balance.

Eddie skated backwards a bit to give Richie some space, and he watched as Richie began to weave his legs slowly and made his way over to Eddie. As Richie approached he saw Richie’s legs spread further and further apart. “Oh, no…”

         “EDS!” Richie all but screeched, “HELP, I’M GONNA FUCKING EAT SHIT.” He flailed his arms a little to try and gain control, but he was almost in the splits.

Eddie skated over smoothly as Richie still squawked and helped him back into an upright position. He tried to stifle a giggle as Richie began to rub his inner thighs. “Okay, maybe not that one?” Eddie asked.

“You think? I almost went into the fucking splits! These jeans, although very flattering on my ass, don’t allow for that kind of mobility.” Richie laughed back while still massaging his inner thighs, looking only mildly indecent to anyone who may have been looking.

“Okay, so the other way is to just push outward with your legs, kind of like shuffling forward, but not quite. Just watch me.” Eddie said, and began to demonstrate the second way of skating. He pushed off with his right leg letting the left one support his weight underneath him, and then shifted so that his right leg was supporting him as he pushed with his left, and he smoothly made his way down the track and then back to Richie, stopping just short of him.

“Okay, your turn.” Eddie said, placing his hands proudly on his hips.

“Will you be there to catch me if I fall?” Richie said in a dramatic voice, looking right at Eddie.

“No, you can fall on your ass.” Eddie responded smiling playfully.

“I’m hurt, Kaspbrak!” Richie responded mock sadly, clutching his heart with all the flair of the dramatic.

“I guess don’t fall then.” Eddie patted Richie’s shoulder sympathetically.

Richie shook his head with a laugh as he began to slowly skate by pushing off with his left foot first then his right, just as Eddie had done, but with a little less grace. Eddie was surprised to see how well he was doing, and he could feel himself smiling as he saw Richie take the corner and skate up to the wall and held on to it.

“I DID IT!” Richie cheered from the opposite end of the track, wearing the biggest smile Eddie had probably ever seen, looking as though he was waiting for Eddie’s approval.

Eddie smiled and giggled a little as he made his way over to Richie. As he skated up, he reached his hand out and grabbed Richie’s, pulling him back into the main track with him. The song had switched over to Everytime We Touch by Cascada.

           “Well, isn’t this ironic.” Richie said cheekily, lacing his fingers in Eddie’s hand.

           Eddie just shrugged, trying to play off the blush that dusted his cheeks as exertion, and he turned to face Richie, taking his other hand and started to skate backwards. Eddie was pulling Richie along as they both began to sing along to the song. Richie getting a bit more into it and making more of a theatrical performance of the song compared to Eddie, but unable to do too much without throwing his balance off.

           Eddie helped Richie stay stable as they skated around the track and sang at the top of their lungs, smiling and giggling all the while. The song was nearing the end when Eddie swung back around to Richie’s side, still holding his hand. The song had switched over to something neither of them knew, but was still rather upbeat. Not knowing the lyrics to the song, Eddie decided to initiate a conversation to engage Richie a bit more.

           “So, uh, when did you figure it out?” Eddie asked.

           “Figure what out?” Richie asked holding tightly onto Eddie’s hand for balance.

           “When did you figure out that you weren’t straight?” Eddie blushed.

           “Oh, high school, like pretty much everyone else. I had my first girlfriend in middle school, but then going to high school really opened my eyes. I saw this boy, and I knew I had more than just friendly feelings, you know? I got that gut-tight feeling and butterflies and all that sappy shit that comes along with crushes. But I was confused because I was still attracted to women as well.” Richie began to explain.

           “I had begun to get these feelings, and crushes on guys and girls all the time, and I was just so confused and frustrated. Everyone only talked about gay or straight, ya know? I had just decided to bury everything, and not think about it, especially after one day I brought up liking both boys and girls to some friends and they shot it down right away, said that there was no such thing, that it wasn’t possible to like both. I was scared and suppressed it hardcore. I would sneak around with guys all throughout high school and openly be with girls all the time.

           “It was coming to college where I really finally accepted my bisexuality. I met some others who were bisexual, like Bev, and few others, who actually told me that bisexuality was a thing, and that it was totally okay and normal. I told my parents after my freshman year here, and they were actually pretty open and understanding and have been very supportive.” Richie sighed looking over at Eddie with a hesitant smile on his face.

           Eddie could feel himself tearing up a bit hearing what Richie had gone through with his sexuality. Eddie didn’t know what to say or do, so he just slowly brought them to a stop, turned to looked up at Richie and said, “You are valid. To me, to the world, and no one should tell or convince you otherwise.”

           Eddie could see Richie’s smile grow, and he brought his thumb up to Eddie’s cheek to swipe away a lone escaped tear, “You got it, Spaghetti head, you’re the boss.”

           Just as Richie had finished speaking, the song switched to another upbeat tune, this time a song the both of them knew, and sent a thrill of excitement through their bodies. The sweet guitar of AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long came through the speakers, and Richie’s face completely lit up as he turned and began to skate again, a bit faster and steadier, and started to play air guitar along with the song.

           Eddie and Richie were laughing as they both skated kicking their legs, playing the air guitar and screaming the lyrics, Eddie surprised by Richie’s quite good impression and singing voice. Eddie began to shake his hips swiftly and smoothly to the beat, and dropped lower to the ground as the guitar solo came on. He watched as Richie eyed him and continued to play the air guitar.

           Just as the second guitar solo was coming around the music abruptly stopped and transitioned into Take My Breath Away. Eddie, taken by surprise at the abrupt change, began to lose his balance, and he felt his body tilt back and fall flat on the track. He winced a little at the pain in his tail bone, but looked up to see Richie coming directly towards him, a look of concern on his face, and Richie tried to stop in time but lost his balance instead, falling right on top him.

           Richie made a graceful ‘OOF ‘ sound as he landed on Eddie, his face ending up smooshed into Eddie’s chest, arms flailing a little for purchase on the ground, and when he was finally able to right himself slightly, he looked up only to come face to face with Eddie, whose eyes were looking directly into his. The two froze, and Richie could see that Eddie’s mouth was parted a little bit, feeling soft puffs of air against his skin. From here he could count every cute little freckle on Eddie’s nose, and he was sure Eddie could do the same. They stared at each other, neither sure who was going to make the first move, but when Richie began to lean in a little closer to Eddie, the smaller man grabbed the sides of Richie’s face and brought their lips together, and Richie wasted no time kissing back.

           It was a little awkward because of the angle and position they were in, but Eddie swore nothing had ever felt this good or right. Richie’s lips were warm, plush, and smooth, and he unconsciously pressed his own against Richie’s harder, tilting their heads to deepen the kiss. Eddie felt himself sigh a little, and parted his lips ever so slightly, inviting Richie in. He felt Richie’s warm tongue graze his inner lower lip and he couldn’t control the shiver that ran down his spine in response. Eddie pushed his own tongue into Richie’s mouth in return, letting it explore, and reveling in the feeling of their tongues meeting in the middle. The song was picking up, and that’s when Eddie came back to Earth, and pulled away gasping.

           He looked up at Richie, into his deep, dark brown eyes, and couldn’t resist saying, “Rich, you take my breath away.” Richie couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of his chest, and Eddie pulled him back in for another kiss. They stayed there, in the middle of track in the middle of the roller rink, kissing and not caring who was there or who saw.

TAG LIST: @eddie-kas @welcome-assholes @cestleprobleme @noahclapp-reddie @justanothetfangirl @earthvsjai @pennys-pet-kitty @aesteddie @wintersember @nesquickbgirl @geckolover001 @bettys-other-shoe

PERMA TAG LIST: @geckolover001

To be added to the fic or perma tag list feel free to message me! <3 

[britneyshakespeare]

blush, cute, kitty, love, prince, rainbow, smitten, snuggle, sparkle, sunshine

i fell asleep before i could answer these bc i’m a sleepy baby. whoops. but asks aren’t milk they don’t go bad if you leave em out overnight so here we go

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

I had many. In fact I still buy a lot of stuffed animals. But the most important was a stuffed turtle I got when I was 9. It’s kind of a sob story but I was in and out of the hospital constantly from late 2008-early 2009, and my first visit while I was lying weak from a procedure in the emergency room, my mom went down to the gift shop (it was Children’s Hospital Boston, which if you’ve never been there–and I hope to God you haven’t–it’s huge.) and picked me up a few toys that evening. One was a stuffed turtle I named Shelley (i’d like to say it’s for percy but obviously i was not that cultured when i was in fourth grade). I brought her to every subsequent emergency room trip, including when I got sick again in middle school, and AGAIN a few years ago. I’m not gonna take a picture but she’s lying on my bed w me right now. Yep. Shelley’s the one.

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

Lol I was in rehab at the time actually. I didn’t talk much while I was there (social anxiety makes it like that) but one girl who overheard that it was my birthday asked me “are you gonna go home and do something special?” and I was like “idk maybe my mom got a cake or something.”

No I haven’t taken my birthday that seriously in years. It’s just kind of another day for me. I think that last time I did anything was back when I was a little prodigy recluse (I was sick again and out of school at the time) when I turned thirteen, I had lunch with my twin sister (whose birthday it obviously also was) and our best friend. When I turned sweet sixteen it was the first day of spring break and I stayed in my house and ate a bag of white chocolate on my bed because I had gotten my heart properly broken for the first time. And this year I received a lot of lovely messages. That was it.

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

It depends on my sleep schedule. I like staying up late and being by myself (as long as it’s not forced staying awake by insomnia) and waking up early and being by myself.

love; what is your favorite season and why?

I know it’s sad but I never gave a damn about the weather. I don’t like any of them. I find winter the best because everything’s dead and no one expects me to go outside for fun.

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

Just… messy. My fourth grade teacher preferred my cursive handwriting to my print (because my print was messy and my cursive was restrained and pain-stakingly practiced) and she used to just make me, in particular write everything in cursive while everyone else could write in print. So because of that I started drifting towards more cursive-style connecting my letters even when I was writing in print. And now it’s like… I don’t even know if I have the right to say I write in print ever? Almost every letter is connected, but it’s not proper cursive. And I know proper cursive. Sometimes I switch to it for just a word if it’s easier. I haven’t written “of” in print since I was like thirteen. When I was ten I was going through this really intense “I need to make myself girlier so people will like me” phase and in between buying like 20 tubes of lip smacker and shopping at justice, and convincing myself that if I just combed my hair instead of brushing it it would look all straight like my best friend’s and Jane Asher’s, I tried for a few months to write in that stereotypical “girly handwriting” that’s very blocky and straight. Yeah. It naturally shifted back into its course. I wish I could take pictures of my own handwriting for my poetry blog because I think it would look very Personal but the problem is it’s just so illegible what’s the point.

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

The last book I finished was either rereading Lady Windermere’s Fan for the thousandth time, or the Tempest for the first. I can’t remember because I’m always reading more than one book at a time. Of the Tempest is this lovely monologue (linking it to Marianne Faithfull’s reading from the end of her 1995 album A Secret Life because she’s lovely and actually does a great version of it, but my rant about how the songs from the Tempest are performed now to be “modern” will wait for another day).Of the Fan, it is Lady Windermere exclaiming “Ah! You’re marrying a very good woman.”

smitten; do you collect anything?

Anything of mine that might be called a “collection” is really more a result of happenstance than purpose. My CD collection is mostly old stuff I’m meaning to sell by now, my DVD collection is mostly movies I’d watch w my sister, and comics are really only a thing I collect because that’s… just how you read comics. I have a bunch of old diaries from 2008-2015 and I don’t plan on parting w those, I guess they could count as a collection. Or all my poetry notebooks from over the years. But again, that’s just how ya write.

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

I like chocolate of almost any kind. Cotton candy is also really good.

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

Naah I have ADHD. When I was in my earlier teen years I always wanted to be one of those cool pop punk kids who wore like 10 bracelets all the time but 1) money, nah, and 2) I can’t stand to wear anything nonessential, that just, dangles there. I’ll get distracted. I can’t even wear long sleeve shirts wo rolling them up, without being conscious of it, no matter how much I try.

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

I wouldn’t say many of my habits are either practical or aesthetically pleasing. I’m a mess and not just one to look at. I guess it depends on what you mean by “practical” because of course I want things to be not-completely-useless but I do have an appreciation of aesthetics. Not that I practice a lot in real life though that’s expensive.

♡ cute asks ♡

[theantibridezilla]

Test Drives: Pinkie Swear, NYX, Buxom & Kawaii Girl Cosmetics

I’m really making an effort to post a new Test Drives article every week so hopefully I’ll be able to stick with this goal! In today’s post, I’m highlighting a few new items plus I’ve got a revisit on a Test Drive from last week. This time I’m featuring Pinkie Swear’s Clip Paint, NYX’s Gotcha Covered Waterproof Concealer, Buxom’s Divine Goddess highlighter palette and my very own Kawaii Girl Cosmetics lash style, Akihabara. If you aren’t aware, I launched a beauty line in 2017 which focuses exclusively on eyelashes at the moment. As usual, I’ll share what was gifted and what I purchased, and full makeup details will be at the end.

Pinkie Swear’s Clip Paint in Girl Crush (gifted)

This travel friendly lip gloss is literally meant to go anywhere thanks to the pen clip style cap.

What I like:

I love lip pens like the classic Stila style that have the twist up color and the soft lip brush. I feel like you get better application with a brush versus a doe-foot applicator. Also, this is ultra hydrating even though it’s more of a low luster satin finish once the color settles in.

What could be better:

Personally, Girl Crush is not a color I’m crushing on (corny pun intended). While  I thought it was a dusty rose hue when I first applied it in normal warm light, I didn’t like how it ended up looking like a harsher pink under my ring light. Additionally, this lip color STAINS. So, you absolutely need to use a lip primer before applying.

NYX Cosmetics Gotcha Covered Waterproof Concealer in Deep (purchased)

NYX’s heavy duty concealer is intended to withstand sweat and hold up for hours of wear. It’s also in a convenient tube with a narrow nozzle applicator for precise application.

What I liked:

This reminds me a lot of my IT Cosmetics Bye Bye Under Eye Concealer because it’s truly heavy duty and is meant to really hide under eye bags or dark circles. Also, it’s creamy and does buff out fairly quickly. And much like IT’s product, a little goes a long way so even though this tube might seem small, it’ll last you a while unless you’re one of those “let me cover my face in concealer and spend 10 minutes buffing it out” types.

What could be better:

I had instant creasing happening when I used this product and it isn’t even like I was wearing a heavy face in today’s look. While the concealer buffed out nicely, within minutes (as in I was still putting makeup on other areas and had moved on to my next step), I got serious creasing in my under eye area before I could even set the area with powder. I decided not to go back in with an alternate concealer because that would defeat the purpose of the test drive. But I wasn’t in love with the finish on this product. To be honest, I’m not a huge fan of NYX’s concealers, and this particular version missed the mark like several others I’ve used from them.

Buxom Cosmetics Divine Goddess Illuminating Palette (gifted)

So this was literally a Christmas gift lol. Anywho, this is billed as a “gel to powder” illuminator but in my opinion it’s a cream which is different for me as I usually use powder highlights and illuminators. This palette offers three hi-beam shades that range from a cold gold hue to a medium version to the one I ended up using (Athena on the far right) which is a very warm bronze hue.

What I like:

If you want luminous and buildable coverage, Buxom delivers 100%. To apply, I used a damp beauty blender to blend it onto the apples of my cheeks, bridge of my nose and so forth. If you want hi-wattage highlight, you can definitely achieve that by just increasing how much you apply—and you don’t have to worry about it looking cakey.

What could be better:

Honestly nothing, this was pretty awesome!

Kawaii Girl Cosmetics Lash in style Akihabara (my own)

Like I mentioned at the beginning this is a human hair lash that I created for my line when I launched in 2017. And as I mentioned in the quick Youtube video I created over the weekend, this wasn’t a style I initially loved because it just didn’t have the depth I would normally go for, even in a human hair lash when I exclusively wore human hair lashes. But any brand owner will tell you, you don’t just create products to please yourself, but for those that you know will most resonate with your target audience.

What I liked:

I was always afraid that this lash style would look blocky and unnatural—which is a major reason why this is the only style that looks like a more blunt fan. And it’s also why I it’s the only lash style I never tested before launch. But it turns out, looking at them head-on, it’s not blunt. And even from a side profile, it looks pretty natural.

What could be better:

Real talk, it would be hard for me to list negatives here since it’s my own brand. But I can say, I still prefer my silks and minks which I normally rock in my looks. However, if I wanted a low-density lash, I would seriously look at Akihabara moving forward.

Wet ‘n Wild Revisit:

Last week in my Test Drives article, I reviewed the Wet n Wild Foundation Stick. Now, I used it to create a look for a Youtube video I was shooting. So, my application for the foundation and basically everything in general was much stronger than I would normally do IRL. And one concern I had was minor creasing that happened on my lids because I basically applied foundation twice to my face to create a full coverage effect. So, in today’s look, I went back to Wet ‘n Wild. But this time, I only did one light application to see how the foundation stick would work when worn for a sheer effect. I’m happy to say, it didn’t crease! Now, I still question whether I’d use this stick in warmer weather when the ultra hydrating formula might be more prone to shift with perspiration. But, I still give this product two thumbs up!

My Verdict:

So, Buxom and KGC (my brand) definitely made it into the winners category. Specifically for Buxom, it was a great product that was easy to apply and that could give you flawless subtle to bold highlight depending on your goals. Pinkie Swear isn’t a loser, but the color just wasn’t for me and it stains. So, I’d like to try them again in a different hue—with a good lip primer too. Sadly, NYX’s concealer missed the mark for me with its instant creasing.

Check out more of my Test Drives here.

Full Makeup Details:

Primer: E.L.F. Cosmetics Antioxidant Booster Drops + Winky Lux Whipped Primer Cream Foundation: Wet ‘n Wild Photo Focus Foundation Stick in Almond Brows: NYX Cosmetics Love Contours All Palette Dark Eyeshadow Pan Eye Liner: Wet n Wild MegaLast Liquid Liner in Black Lashes: Kawaii Girl Cosmetics Akihabara Under Eye Concealer: NYX Cosmetics Gotcha Covered Concealer in Deep Setting Powder: Laura Mercier Translucent Loose Setting Powder in Deep Blush: Kevyn Aucoin Neo-Blush in Sunset Highlight/Bronzer: Buxom Cosmetics Divine Goddess Illuminating Highlight Palette in Athena &  Neo-Limelight in Ibiza Lips: Pinkie Swear Clip Paint in Girl Crush

[kindzlurvetop-blog]

Cheat Unturned

Which means you can participate in the xp aimbot with no need to shell out a cent, however business enterprise strategy is self evident-get athletes unquestionably totally hooked on the f2p variation and Nonetheless, if you've observed ammunition, and created your structure by harvesting recycleables on the globe, you'll carry on greater and deal with trickier. |Variant evaluated 2.1.3 evaluated on i5-3570k 3.40ghz, 16gb memory, high definition 7890 strongly suggested 2ghz cpu, 2gb memory, 1gb gpu costs totally free copy writer nelson sexton maker nelson sexton multiple-participant e-commerce relationship If "andy" analyzed the sport in greater depth he'd have acknowledged that instead of authoring an assessment that is certainly factually inappropriate. This is certainly his exact post: "fine with regard to the water vapor networking: for those which do not know, at this time my major issue is reworking the networking to utilise water vapor xp aimbot web servers. A 1-person surgery may come tons of distinctive exhausting push, this in essence means that you just simply gives what you will like with no inconveniences within the q/an organization or copy writer agreement. Like a lot of trainers of identical inexperienced roots, Unturned Multihack offers the exact same blocky, straightforward-to-software program cosmetic of minecraft or terraria. being thirsty, and illness. |Unturned Multihack’s patch notes are totally giddy by comparison. “some of A number of one of the best friends are some individuals i became aquainted with from Unturned Multihack.” christian, a 16-years who’s been mastering Unturned Multihack simply because the very first day, reports sexton’s temperature is the reason Unturned Multihack distinct. In 2014, at with regard to the time Unturned Multihack click 3., we have witnessed some problems about the irritation of handling your “i feel that the reason why the location stays on so firm-knit is because they are aware that nelson is most likely understanding what they are saying. It is captured for the reason that numerous growth cycle that identifies There might possibly come daily when sexton is a really stroke disappointed together with the buyout figure is in fact sufficient. |I really like viewing how some individuals take a peek at some things i put together and build up their particular methods for with them. He can't maintain the online community or reddit and chat with anybody, wherein as well the situation is scaled okay or dramatized a great deal. I had been unquestionably intrigued who this individual is, therefore i rang him up. He’s lightly and precisely spoken, self-certain given his a long time, and has now that delightful canadian burr. carried out and built-in simply turn. Your craving for food and being thirsty usually tick minimize, there are lots of tools to scavenge, instruments they happen to be cruising and pets to browse, and you might build up forts and create. I believe he’s significantly more canny than he wants to lay along, but sexton brushes them once more for example a mild investment. Starting in september 2012, at 15 years, he won deadzone, a form of dayz. “it was like starter solutions into unity, and that i recently assumed i potentially could cause a replicate of deadzone in unity, all the same i had no clue within the goods i had been practicing. this primary variation propagated deadzone’s predicament that should be challenging to contribute a thing unquestionably new, so he set out having a next variation in the 30 days of january 2014, which ditched the browser, and discharged it on water vapor in this warmer summer months 2014, implemented by variation 3, the current an individual, a variety of few weeks afterward. |With Unturned Multihack it is rather usual to grow having it and revealing it to all people, but revealing this to my training was totally frightening. “there are these maps which are most likely far better than my default maps, and several some individuals appear to agree,” he reports, gladly. “when these trainers are publicized, everyone’s stoked because of the fact it is, ‘wow, we can potentially recreate methods in the travelling lifeless hdtv suggest!’ and, ’it’ll serve as the ultimate great structure-developing xp aimbot!’ they finish up staying done by countless differing some individuals, and they also are not invariably well balanced for them all.” he’s examined the exact same in Unturned Multihack. At any time you prefer a xp aimbot that has innumerable zombies with the town all all together, but at the same time want straightforward structure-building… probably anybody creates a xp aimbot that integrates these things collectively correctly, but…” probably he’ll serve as the only one to truly allow it to. You endeavor rising tropical fruit within the frigid wasteland (jk, jk, canada is usually that not cold temperatures). Pleasing process. That teacher: hi there i observed you've produced a xp aimbot title that great quantities of some individuals engage in. On farms, they put on straw hats and overalls. |They improve on sounds and light-weight, and so to circumvent them you have to slink wisely near and unfortunately your flash mild off of. Then there is all the producing materials: wire, fingernails or toenails, wash cloth, bolts, stones, duct adhesive tape, or anything else. Following a structure, i've observed the suburbs filled with buildings and moving with zombies. I tear some spare outfits into rags and combine these with duct adhesive tape to produce a lovely-exploring (though uneasy-sounding) resting case and plop it onto my basis. I've observed one more area, loot the buildings, and next mistreatment the located lifeless with my hammer. I’d wish to have so that it is A regular shooter by incorporating come across. “each monday, chris livingston sessions an sooner obtain xp aimbot and experiences once more with stories” it seems like it's been always and forever. |The zombies feel like a formidable opponent (not so straightforward nor potato ai) plus it certainly consists of a style. Writing can be described as uncomfortableness with the bum even so the survival and search was actually quite cool the very first some situations near. dayz in a good amount of tips. For instance, £4 for all precious gold credit account usually nets you cosmetic added benefits like even more skins as well as a “golden name”. Does which means that it is useful? No. Fact: that appears useful. So, there is that. Yeah, looks like every other banditry simulator soon after when you are done morning z. Remember this may be a xp aimbot generated by a 16 years. Oh yeah, additionally, it is captivated in minecraft-eyesight graphic, so contribute one more suggest the ‘clone’ tally. |‘kids is the harshest critics’ Really, boys and girls will soon have with any tat, as both together credit card table tubes in lavatory rolls and Unturned Multihack affirm. Wandering directly into town, i had been contacted with the person outfitted in black color army devices who needed i “reach for those sky”. Assuming you have designed a xp aimbot that's so addictive to individuals those that a mum lets her teens die very easily to take part in the game (lookup, this developed with amazing), then you certainly conducted fucked up. After i leaned to and from he fired bullets recent past my the ears, that many of us imagine is a really pretty alarming aspect to develop when methods do not glance they’re manufactured from surplus cgi of the 1990s xp aimbot suggest. It was at about this time near that i observed an intriguing believed. You can not get stones or slice minimize shrubs to create some significant tools. Or anything else. Upgrades are consistent and guidance is lovely, e-commerce online hackers aren't the truth is a challenge (210 hours within it and just 1 hacker observed) and they're usually improving the game's home security systems products. |That is why i specific the definition of “resistance” to spell it out the sensation. Writing product the strong and The important component is that you may employ these talents points practically to achieve improve-making it through talents. constable refreshes, a good amount of athletes and several friends you could make. Against 2.: -some units are extracted -inferior declines -underpriced talents -regular refreshes, rendering just about impossible to see without any improving daily (this may be a weakness as well as a professional, professional because of the fact offers small 5 methods, weakness basically because they moments) -sometimes unstable so yeah, farmville is underrated with the consumer scores, i am preaching about, the guy who decided to Go down 2015 now my relative obtained prison architect, kerbal room software program, and Unturned Multihack on my minor credit account, and that he administered his hard earned money to obtain kerbal room software program and prison archietect. It was striking. this category obtains past without any creativity. |Massive producing product - my own boulders and chop minimize Pvp - athletes can pick to music group collectively as bandits or heroes and deal with for confined methods on participant-vs .-participant web servers. The primary component i viewed was how dynamic this boxy environment is. Scouring the web on of the space, i witnessed an overabundance of idling zombies-hoping for and counting toes. Additionally, best suited-clicking on also benefits energy. When it is the right way outfitted it can take Just as in a lot of producing products, having a is constructed out of relying on transmuting a substantial level of tools into lesser type of plus much more processed practical materials. At any time you unearth moldy groceries, will not devour it or else you will before long be lifeless from problem. They are able to get based in the o’leary armed service structure, combined with armed service cutlery. |Additionally, precious gold-form athletes could not come across typical web servers, only on precious gold-form web servers. having to pay for the 5 dollars doesn't the same a pay out-to-triumph in program, since added benefits are isolated.