#ok time to finish another john drawing

[solemnvowz]

trying watercolor (featuring my first ever watercolor landscape :D)

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I am the cat person ask and a little drunk so bear with me [not literal]

The first time John gets really drunk around Nik, Nik anticipates maybe a quiet, reserved drunk or maybe even a slightly snappy drunk.

What he does not anticipate is a drunken John Price who cannot keep his eyes off of Nikolai, feels the need to trail his finger along every little scar or mark across his skin. He just sits staring at Nikolai with such blatant adoration that it even makes Nik blush because he isn't used to another man so shamelessly admiring him out in the open. Someone [Soap] takes at least one oicture of Captain John Price sitting with his head in his hands just staring at Nikolai and he swears he can almost see actual hearts in his eyes

I hope you had a good night, Anon!

cw: alcohol.

When they first crack open the bottle of Stoli between them, Nik expects to see Price essentially fall asleep as he gets drunker. The only things stopping the most senior officer of the 141 from collapsing in exhaustion half the time are caffeine and spite. His task force doesn't see it, but Nikolai recognises bone-deep tiredness when he sees it.

What he doesn't expect after the first few glasses is for John's fingertips to circle over the back of his hand, tracing the thin, silvery lines of a scar in the centre. "Wossis?" John asks, two lines appearing between his eyebrows.

"A Hungarian gang member stabbed me through the hand during an interrogation," Nikolai says, watching John's fingers caress back and forth.

"Oh." John taps one end, and then strokes the arches and valleys of Nik's knuckles. "'Ow'd they catch you then?"

Nik's shrugs. "I let them. It was the easiest way to get inside their main base of operations."

John grins. "You sly dog." He looks back down to Nik's hand with intent interest, but his own withdrew back towards him. Nik's disappointed.

The sergeant and his lieutenant wander over for a game of rummy. As the alcohol warms his blood, Nik sheds his jacket and John's hand returns, red tinge in his cheeks. This time, it finds the sensitive back of Nik's arm, just on the inside. Goosebumps run in a flurry across Nik's skin and he startles. When he looks over, John's examining his own hand of cards intently.

The game finishes, the cards gathered in an untidy pile in the middle of the table. They drink some more - a lot more - and, as soldiers were wont to do when gathered in any social space, they begin to exchange stories. When it's Nik's turn, he offers up the tale of helping Alejandro with a cartel that had been gun running using school children.

As Nik nears the grand finale - busting the leader in a sprawling, forest mansion - he notices the sergeant lifting his phone as discreetly as he can to snap a picture of... the captain.

John's watching Nik with the biggest eyes Nik has ever seen, his head tilted into his knuckles, the other hand drawing lazy circles on the table near Nik's fingers. "Captain?"

"Hm?" Bushy cheeks perk up in a broad smile.

Nik blinks rapidly. He can feel his own face warming, because he isn't a complete simpleton. He knows that look, but... from John? There has to be something amiss. "Is everything... ok?"

"Has anyone ever told you... that yooou have... a great smile?" Price says through a deep and, uh ... dreamy sigh.

Nik... well, he smiles, turning in his seat to lean his elbow on the table, legs spreading so he can scoot a little closer to Price.

"Hoo-ly shite, c'mon, L.T., we.. uh, left the Challenger.. unlocked." Soap pats Ghost on the arm and the two scarper, leaving Nik to mirror Price's pose, head to his knuckles, and reach out to return one of those first tentative touches on the back of his hand.

The power of Stoli, eh?

Price @ Nik in every universe:

[jazzically]

OK I FINISHED S4!!!! lot to catch up on. OHHHH MYYYY GOD. OG MY GOD

that literally broke me im

i think this series would work really well as a comic i can see it in my mind

i NEED to draw so many things from 159 but i cant draw

OH MY GOD OHH MY GOD AAAAAH MY FRICKING HEART

you know what i dont care this post is gonna be all about jmart/mag 159 the last!!!!!!! (well mostly) screams and cries and dies

i really loved you, you know?

i started like. shaking and crying (but without the tears which was really weird maybe i'm dehydrated) right in the middle of peter's statement ahfskhdkdmdudndj

i had my earbuds in and the sound design was brilliant. the way martin's voice was like floating around and around....!!!!!! it made me think of the final bossfight from LN1 [minor spoilers for little nightmares 1] where the lady is just zooming around the dark periphery and six has to fend her off with a mirror

also the Lonely? i have a picture of the beach that happens to match what i imagined almost exactly:

wow the clouds kinda make the shape of an eye now that i think about it. ANYWAY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH SILLY LITTLE DOOMED MEN oh my god the extent to which i was rooting for them was probably unhealthy i was SO SO SO scared that he wouldnt find martin ever again because of what alex said in the s3 qna BUT FALSE ALARM THEY'RE OKAY!!!!!!! jesus christ i got so afraid UGHHHDDHHDDBKDBFKDBDK ofbsiskdbdkhdiabsk

i was kinda mad at jon for the entirety of s4 but its okay because he's entering his redemption arc!! [he brings Armageddon by being compelled to read jonas's statement] .....never mind anyway bros character development is coming along fantastically and the final reveals in the last few eps of s4 got me squealing OH MY YYYYHSISBSOAHSKSBDKDBDOSHAOSPDL

MARTIN DID IT ALL FOR HIM

the writing for that episode screwed me up and i went to bed and woke up brain rotting on TMA i probably even dreamed about it who knows

sobning my eyebalsf out that was SO GOOD

i cannot believe im only 40 episodes away from finishing it??? thats making me really want to slow down and basically.......listen through the first 4 seasons a second time before starting s5..... like genuinely i might do it. or at least s4. advice is welcome.. i love it i love it i am so sorry to myself that i gave it up earlier when my friend first recommended it to me (and again when another friend recommended it to me; jeez m attention span needs work)

UGH JOHN THE ARCHIVE IS INSANE IM

explodes into a pile of happy brain chemicals

[grape-icing]

hi!! could you write a short story thingy between cg! roxy and regressor! dave? platonic ofc!!! i think roxy would act as a mother figure to dave!!! maybe dave comes over to roxys for a playdate for the first time, and he’s a little nervous to be so vulnerable around someone for the first time!! idk, you can take whatever creative liberty you want with it!! :)) thank you!!

HAIIII IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! IVE HAD TESTING ALL WEEK AND I HAD NO IDEAS!!! SORRY IN ADVANCE IF ITS BAD!!! I'll also post this on ao3 :33333

Actual story!!

Dave was pretty nervous about John's doctor's appointment because he knew John would call a babysitter. Which was fine he supposed due to the fact he already told everyone about his regression but he hadn't been watched by anyone else before. Bluh!!! Even the thought of it made him anxious. Dave curled up next to John, filled with worry.

“Something worry bud?” John questioned the sudden movement of the younger boy.

“Uh no” Dave replied which was a lie because he didn't want John to get worried and potentially miss his appointment. Although now that Dave thought about it….

Well never mind, the mystery babysitter was here. Dave really hoped it wasn't someone in his family.

“Oh! That must be her.” John got up and raced towards the door.

“Hiya Roxy!” Dave was doomed, why did it have to be his mom? Sister? thing of all people, well at least it's not Dirk.

“Ok, so he knows where everything is and stuff. Uh, am I missing anything? Oh, his favorite juice is in the fridge. Shoot I'm already late! Okay got to go, bye Dave I love ya!” John quickly left.

“Hai Davey!” Roxy announced. Dave turned away.

“Oh um okay. Do you want to watch a movie or play or….uhm…do something?” Roxy questioned, trying to get him to do anything.

“No,” Dave said quick and bluntly.

“You don't wanna do…anything like at all? Not even a movie?” Roxy walked over and sat right beside him.

“I- uhm sure, I guess,” Dave replied not trying to hurt his mother's feelings. Dave didn't actually know if Roxy considered herself his mother but she didn't mind being called “Mom” so maybe.

“Good!! So whatcha wanna watch honey?” Roxy reached over to grab the remote.

“Uhm I'm not sure, maybe Octonauts? You can pick if you want though.” Dave said in a softer voice than earlier.

“Nah, Octonauts work!” Roxy quickly put the show on and wrapped an arm around Dave, which he wiggled and squirmed his way out of.

After around 20 minutes Roxy suggested they go outside and get some fresh air which Dave very nervously said yes to.

“Need any help getting your shoes on, baby?” Roxy asked while bending down to him.

“no” Dave stated. Roxy saw right through the lie and helped him tie his shoes.

“Uh m-mom,” Dave muttered.

“Hm? What is it pumpkin?” Roxy questioned as she finished trying the younger one's shoes.

“Nothing much. I was just wondering if it was hot outside.” Dave asked while standing up.

“Oh yeah, it's going to be very hot, perfect for playing!” Roxy said cheerfully while grabbing her purse to leave.

“Oh” whined Dave.

“Is something wrong muffin?” Roxy asked due to the tone of his voice. “If you don't want to play that's okay, we can get ice cream if you want!”

“I want um ice cream, please” Dave followed Roxy onto the front steps.

“Alrighty! We can totes do that, I think there's an ice cream place right around here.”

Roxy carefully held his hand the entire walk home, which Dave thought was nice. After about five minutes of walking, they made it to the ice cream parlor.

“Look! We're here!” Roxy bumped Dave on the shoulder to draw his attention.

“Mhm,” Dave quietly followed his mother over to the counter to order their ice creams.

“Okay I'll have one strawberry ice cream and, what do you want Dave?”

“Uhh cookies and cream please.”

After the two got their ice cream they started to walk back home.

“Hey Rox, do ya know um when dad is going to be home?”

“Yeah, he has to run some errands so it might be another hour or two. Don't worry though! Me and you will have loads of fun.” Roxy reassured him that the time would fly by and she'd be out in no time.

“It's okay if you don't want me to stay. I'm not mad I promise.” Roxy gently stoked his hair.

“N-no I don't want you to leave I just don't want you to uhmm never mind.” Dave quickly cut himself off before starting to try and speed-walk home.

“Dave baby slow down. You can tell me anything! I wouldn't say a peep to anybody, not even John!” Dave hit a full stop when she said that.

“Uhm well that was kinda it, I don't want you to go and talk about me to like, I don't know, Rose or Dirk?” Roxy turned to Dave and pulled him into a hug.

“I would never do that, but I can understand why you would think that. Hehe, I talk a bunch so it's reasonable.”

Dave and Roxy stood, embraced in that hug for at least a minute straight before going back to walking again.

Once the two of them returned to the house Roxy decided it would be best just to stay home due to the heat instead of playing outside. Roxy put Dave’s show back on before realizing he was probably still hungry.

“Hey sweet pea, you hungry?” Dave silently nodded. While Roxy went to cook him something, Dave slowly moved over to where he kept all of his little items but started to hesitate, finally, he picked up his bottle.

“Whatcha messing with Dave?” Roxy asked, coming into the room to check on him.

“Uh n-nothing?” Dave squealed out as he quickly shoved what he was holding behind his back.

“Are you sure? Because that didn't seem like nothing?” Roxy questioned as she got closer. “What’s behind your back, Dave?”

“Nothing like I said!” Dave said in an elevated tone, leaning away from her, trying to conceal what was behind him.

“Dude, I need to see what's behind you so I can make sure it’s nothing dangerous.” Roxy pulled his arms away from his back, which was surprisingly easy.

“Pumpkin if you wanted a drink you could have just asked. I'll bring it when I bring your food. I'll be right back!” Roxy placed a small kiss on his forehead and went back to the kitchen.

While Roxy was in the kitchen she quickly filled up his bottle with the apple juice in the fridge, Grabbed his food, and made her way back into the living room. When she got there she handed him the plate.

“Um, thanks” Dave muttered while eating a big spoonful.

“Of course!” Roxy answered.

“Oh, wait! Here’s your bottle, sweetie.” Roxy handed him his cup and sat down beside him. Dave mumbled something inaudible and shoved it where it couldn’t be seen due to him being embarrassed by it. Which obviously confused Roxy.

“You okay little dude? I saw you hiding your drink, any reason for it? if it’s because of me, you don't gotta worry, I don't care whatcha do as long as you’re not getting hurt or making a mess.” Roxy moved closer so she was basically right against Dave’s back, She gave him a small hug from behind. Dave leaned into her warm embrace and cautiously reached for his bottle, looking over at Roxy to make sure she wouldn't judge him or anything like that. Roxy planted a small kiss on his head as he finally started to drink his juice. After around twenty minutes Roxy pulled a blanket over him as soon as she realized he was asleep.

“Hey! I'm back!” John announced, getting cut off by a loud “shhh!!” from Roxy.

[remuslupinsdaughter]

Molly Shelby

Chapter 3

Ok so this is a fic from years ago that I’ve decided to sort of change up and develop, imagine Tommy Shelby had a daughter before he went to war, she’s around 12 now.

I have no idea where this is going but let’s find out where my silly little mind goes with it.

Molly woke up still in her dads bed, Tommy was gone which was no surprise to her, she ran to her own room to get dressed and went downstairs to find her dad, she heard voices in the kitchen and found her dad and uncle’s along with aunt Polly and her grandad Charlie who she didn’t see too often, she smiled, “Charlie!” She said and hugged him, Charlie chuckled and hugged her back, kissing the top of her head, “how’re ya petal?” He asked, Molly looked at her dad, looking for permission to talk honestly, Tommy nodded, “he knows” Tommy said, Molly looked back to Charlie who petted her head, “I heard you’re house bound” he said, Molly nodded her expression falling as she remembered she’s not allowed to leave the house, she leant into Charlie’s side, he wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her arm, “I need to get back to the horses, you be good, listen to your father” Charlie said finishing his tea and giving Molly another kiss on the top of her head, Molly nodded and said goodbye as Charlie left.

“Dad?” Tommy turned to look at Molly, “can I come into the shop with you today?” She asked, “no” Tommy said almost instantly, “please, I’ll be bored here, I can help!” “Molly I said no” he said sternly, Molly sighed and stormed out into the living room past Ada who looked at Tommy, “what did you do now?” She asked, Tommy threw his hands up, “all I fucking do is try to keep this family safe and what fucking thanks do I get?” He said angrily throwing a teacup down and shattering it, “she’s scared Tom and she’s got every fucking right to be” Ada said, “and maybe her coming to work with you isn’t such a bad idea? You can keep eyes on her at all times, we all know how paranoid you get” Tommy looked at Ada then walked into the living room, Molly who was sat sulking and reading a book, looked up at him, “get your coat” he said, Mollys eyes lit up with a smile and she ran past him and put on her coat and shoes, she looked at Ada who was leaning against the kitchen doorframe smiling.

Molly followed Tommy closely into the shop, she smiled when she noticed John stood with scudboat at a desk counting money, “ey Mol, coming to work with the big boys today” John teased, Molly laughed and leaned over to look at what they’re doing, “your numbers are wrong” she said taking the pencil off Scudboat and fixing the adding up error, “Molly, in here” Tommy called from his office, “she’s alright Tom, she’s only been ‘ere five minutes and she’s already better than scudboat” John joked, “Molly, in here. Now” Tommy said raising his voice, Molly rolled her eyes looking at John, he nodded his head towards Tommy and ruffled her hair, Molly walked over to Tommy, ducking under his arm and into his office, Tommy shut the door, “sit there” he said pointing at a chair.

Tommy worked quietly at his desk, Molly sat on the chair, resting her chin on her knees, drawing patterns on the arm of the chair with her fingers. Frances knocked on the door, Tommy shouted her in, “would you like any tea Mr Shelby?” He asked, “please, get some orange juice for Molly as well Frances” Mollys head perked up, “can I help?” “No” Tommy said, “and take your feet off the fucking chair” Molly dropped her feet to the floor with a light stomp and a huff, she slumped down in the chair, Tommy looked at her, “you wanted to come with me to work, you’re here now”, Molly nodded, “I’m sorry” she said looking at her feet. Tommy sighed, “I can’t let you out in the shop because it’s open to the public, that means you’re at risk, if you’re in here I can keep my eye on you, I need to know you’re safe Molly”, she nodded again, “I know, my uncles can keep me safe too though, I’ll be ok with them, I promise” she said, Tommy sighed and there was a pause, “you’re not to leave Arthur or Johns sight” Molly smiled, “thank you thank thank you!” She said jumping up from her seat and hugging him, Tommy couldn’t help the smile and chuckle that escaped him, “ey I mean it, do not leave their sight Molly”, Molly nodded and gave a mock salute like a soldier and ran out his office.

She found Arthur and sat on the stool next to him, “your dad know you’re out ‘ere or did you sneak away” he asked, “he knows, said I can be out here if I stay with you or uncle John” she replied leaning over to read the documents he was working on, “well what about me?” Finn said, Molly shrugged and carried on reading, “what does this mean?” She asked pointing at the documents, “it’s a shipment count, tells us how much we’ve sold so we can keep count of our stock” Arthur replied and handed Molly one of the documents, “you do that one, write the total in that box there”.

Molly was concentrating so much on the document she didn’t notice someone enter the shop until she heard Arthur’s handgun click, she looked up at him then at where he was looking, two men were stood staring straight at Arthur. Molly tried to shrink down in her chair, John and Finn moved to stand next to Molly, John placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder . “Tommy about?” One of the men said, His eyes briefly meeting Mollys before Tommys office door opened, “Alfie” he said, he widened his office door and flicked his eyes over to Molly who nodded to reassure him she was ok.

The office door closed and Arthur holstered his gun, “who was that?” Molly asked, “Alfie Solomons” Arthur grumbled, “not your favourite business associate then” Molly quipped and smiled, Arthur gave a small smile back and let out a breathy laugh, Molly paused for a minute looking at the office, seeing her dad conversing with Alfie, “uncle Arthur?” He grunted in response, “does my dad think it was him who had those men follow me from school?” She asked, Arthur looked up from his work and put down his pencil, “now don’t you go worrying about that, we’re gonna find the people who followed you and -“ “Arthur!” Polly interrupted him, “tell them to stay very far away” Arthur mumbled making Molly laugh “you don’t have to lie to me you know, I know what you do, hell all of Birmingham knows what the ‘peaky blinders gang’ do” she said and went back to writing her sums down, “I’m done” she said handing the document back to Arthur.

“It don’t scare you does it?” Arthur asked, “what do you mean?” Molly said, slightly confused, “what we do, it don’t scare you?” He asked, the anxiety on his face was clear, Molly smiled and squished herself in Arthur’s chair leaning into him, “not one bit” she said, Arthur let out a breath and wrapped his arms around her.

[ljblueteak]

Paul McCartney on Sgt. Pepper. Photos by Michael Cooper

(transcribed below)

I came up with the title and went to Robert with some drawings for the idea of the cover. I had come to the conclusion that The Beatles were getting a little bit safe, and we were a little intimidated by the idea of making 'the new Beatles album.' It was quite a big thing: "Wow, follow that!" So to relieve the pressure I got the idea, maybe from some from friends or something I'd read, that we shouldn't record it as The Beatles.

Mentally we should approach it as another group of people and totally give ourselves alter egos. So I came up with the idea of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and the song 'It was Twenty Years Ago Today', and I started mentioning this to Robert in our late-night talks.

The original concept was actually a little bit different from how it turned out. I'd always liked those floral clocks that they have at seaside towns; they have a little green bank and put flowers in the shape of a clock. The original idea was that it was going to be a presentation from the Mayor of Middlesbrough or somewhere. There'd be this floral bank and there'd be us there and then at other parts of the cover we were going to have all the band's heroes--they were going to be on a photo, maybe behind the wall or something.

So there were these two ideas that eventually got pushed into one and then I said to everyone, 'OK, who are your favourites?" Marlon Brando was one of the first choices, and James Dean, Monroe--all those obvious ones and then other suggestions started to come in. George came up with all the Hindus, Babaji was his, and then there were things like footballers from our youth, you know, we had little joke things--Albert Stubbins--he's a footballer and so he was in and then it kind of snowballed.

I took all these ideas, the floral clock, the kind of presentation by a mayor, these heroes of ours, and Robert and I went with them to Peter Blake. Peter had all these sculptures of little people around, because he was married to Jann Haworth at the time and Jann was doing all those surfers and things like John Betjeman as a teddy bear and all that, so they crept in there.

The famous flowers that started off as the floral clock then became a guitar and the word 'Beatles'--they weren't marijuana leaves, they just looked like them--and so the Americans thought "Wow, well, this is it, it's all happening." We started shooting the cover and people would say, "Oh, can I come, can I come?" and we let more or less everyone come along, but eventually it got to the point where we had to say, "That's enough!"

So Robert would get all this and he'd show all the Indian stuff to George; and there'd be H.G. Wells and Johnny Weissmuller, Issy Bonn and all those people, and Burroughs would have been a suggestion probably from Robert, and there were a few kind of LA guys that Robert had slipped in. He'd slip in people that we didn't even know but we didn't mind, it was the spirit of the thing.

I don't know how many nights Michael spent on it but we were only there for that one night, the last night. They did all this without us. It was very nice when we turned up and it was all done, but not as impressive as when I saw the cover; just actually looking at the set wasn't as impressive as seeing the finished cover.

Jesus and Hitler were on John's favourites list but they had to be taken off. John was that kind of guy but you couldn't very well have Hitler and so he had to go. Gandhi also had to go because the head of EMI, Sir Joe Lockwood, said that in India they wouldn't allow the record to be printed. We said "You're kidding, they'll love it," but he said no, so that was something the lawyers made us take off. There were a few people who just went by the wayside.

We went to Burman's, the theatrical costumiers, to have all our outfits made up and the Stones did the same for the Satanic Majesties album.

It was great. The main centrefold was originally going to be a drawing by The Fool--Simon Posthuma and Marijke Koger, Dutch artists who'd produced some surrealistic work. They depicted us all up in the clouds and it was all very very acid, everything everywhere, lots of colours--but Robert didn't like it as art and so he vetoed it. We said "No man, it's really good. We love it, we love it."

The shoes were made by Anello and David, which was the first place we came into contact with, and we got our lovely handmade Beatle boots there.

Robert and I went down to Peter's house and Peter developed it all from there. The lists were his idea, and all the cut-outs instead of using real people, and then the floral clock got changed around; but basically it was the original theme.

The 'Welcome The Rolling Stones' was something they put in. They sort of asked us if we minded and we said, "No, no, not at all." Peter organized a fairground painter to paint the drum as that was someone that he used to hang out with.

From Blinds & Shutters

[spurious]

some mcshep fic recs

So ever since I answered that ask from Mer about McShep fic recs, I've been thinking about posting more recs. I have been reading, like, so much fic because there just...is so much fic out there? As I intimated in the answer to that last ask, I am...not used to this amount of fic. The last ship I seriously read and wrote fic for has 58 English-language works on AO3, 17 of which were written by me (and another large handful of which were written for me lmao), so it's, uh, kind of amazing to just be able to read and read and read and read and...still have more?

I've been using my AO3 bookmarks, but sometimes bookmarking is simply not enough and you need to scream at people about the things you have read. So, without further ado...let me scream at you about the things I have read!

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1) 264 Hours by Lenore | ~6k, rated E

Set after Seige. The battle is over, except in Rodney's mind.

This one is just some nice Rodney emotional pain content; he’s fucked up over the events of the siege and John is trying, in his opaque Sheppardian way, to help, but it takes a perceptive sex worker and a confrontation to really get through to Rodney. I liked where this went but I almost wanted it to be longer and really draw things out? For the Suffering I guess lmao

2) Long Long Road by Telesilla & padawanhilary | (series) ~50k, rated E

While shopping, two college students run into each other. Literally.

This is an AU (that converges to canon eventually), where John and Rodney meet while at Stanford and find a mutual enjoyment of both each other and kinky sex. There are two branching endings, both of which end happily, the sex is really very very hot and good, and overall there's something that I just find extremely...cozy? About this series? I've read it twice now and I just find it nice and comforting and enjoyable.

3) Sheppard’s Law by Speranza | ~35k, rated E

"Weird? You don't know what weird is. Weird is being in a-- with the-- and the crazy alien--" He stopped, incoherent, hands flailing. "And then your best friend is twelve, and you're his piano teacher. That--now, you're talking weird!"

Honestly the idea of me in the year of our lord two thousand twenty three reccing McShep fic written by Speranza is like...asking someone who likes pizza if they've ever tried pepperoni lmao. NEVERTHELESS. I've now read this fic twice. The first time I thought it was good, but for whatever reason it didn't make that big of an impression on me? I have a feeling it's one of the ones I read before we finished the series when I was trying to find stuff that didn't spoil later season events? So anyway I just sort of randomly decided to reread it recently, and it really wowed me on a second go-round. I think the big-ness of it can be hard to wrap your head around, but when you do it's like...you feel both full and hollowed-out by it at the same time, because it's huge but it's also a collection of these snapshots and small moments that make up the whole. Idk it's just...it's good ok, read it if you haven't!

4) Ritual by lamardeuse | ~5k, rated T

The history of a ritual.

Beer 👏 on 👏 the 👏 pier 👏 As a team ritual, as the story of John’s love for Rodney, and as a beautiful coda to the shrine. John's POV in this is so gorgeously done, the way he's convinced himself of what he can and cannot have and is trying to deal with it the best way he can, even when it's immensely painful. I also like how Jennifer's part in things is handled in this, in terms of her reaction to Rodney's profession of love and how it stacks up against...literally everything else that happens in that episode.

5) Dumbstruck by sgamadison & the_cephalopod | ~30k, rated E

His existence, as he remembered it, began eleven days ago. He knew the word day was what to call the cycle between a single span of sunlight and darkness, but he could not remember what groupings of days were called. He didn't think it mattered much.

Due to...shenanigans, John loses his memories and becomes unable to speak. The thing I really love about this is how well Rodney knows John; how even when John can't speak for himself, Rodney clearly has this mental catalogue of Sheppard Expressions and he can deftly read and describe them. It's just...it's nice.

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Anyway, I'm thinking I might make this a regular thing. I like talking about fics I like!!! Send me an ask or whatever if you have types of recs you want to see? Idk?

[dizzybizz]

Ok, for the ask, Gillion?

RAGGHHHHH GILLIONNNNNN THE BEST THE GOAT HES PROBABLY MY FAV OF THE TRIO autism fish man himbo teal asexual many bromances short king was raised as a weapon

like,,,, whats not to love!!!!!!!

he has made me cry too, which is quite the achievement for any piece of media..

i love when he goes "DESTINY" and destinies all over the place

i love drawing him sooooo much 💖 superb little guy he is

i really adore all of his interactions w every character but damn him n edyn bro.... aughh. wAUGHJ..

john is good for him n he is good for john, love their MUTUAL bromance (sideeyes caspians wiki page) his and felipe's tragic doomed bromance 💔

mmhmhmhmhm i have some clips

this one is sooo autism it amkes me so happy

autism again but drunk this time

the noise he lets out rlly gets me help as soon as i finished writing this another gill one came in from @bat-luun... gill on the brain today everyone...

[falsebooles123]

An Incredible Long Couple of Weeks. Diary of a Big Ole Gay.

Hey Whores, this is going to be a really long post because I may not have the energy to finish this this week.

So I guess I haven't done one of these in about two weeks and a lot of that is me being very busy. Last week of March I was working on like fifteen million different articles and videos and other content creation thingies and the first week of April literally started with my co-worker HAVING A MENTAL BREAK AND LEAVING TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LITERAL COUNTRY.

(i'm posting a funny GIF but I'm actually kinda pissed)

so instead of having a lot of great help to ease into running a full ass kitchen by myself doing 70 heads a day. I was doing this with exactly one other person doing the bare minimum to help me. It was a lot of hard work, and of course it went great. But I was extremly exhausted.

I also didn't watch that many queer films because of it.

but lets get into it.

Reflections in a Golden Eye (1967) dir. John Huston

OK so I don't remember a lot about any of these films because I watched this one in particular, *checks notes* the 27th of last month. Yeah theres a reason why theres no date on this one.

So this one I think is based on a book or something and features Marlon Brando being a CLOSET HOMOSEXUAL. oh also he stays right in that closet.

(god this gif is something else. so creepy)

Hes like yeah I'm going to spend this entire movie staring at this naked guys ass, (yeah I'm not going to explain the plot your'll either love this movie or hate it but you can't say it doesn't have a plot), but I ain't going to act on it. I'm just going to fight with my beautiful neglected wife who beats my ass for beating her horse.

See the relationship is super toxic but its liz taylor and Marlon Brando so its also the hottest thing ever.

anyway lot of repressed homos in the background of the entire rest of the plot. One of the more fun dramas I watched cause it was MESSY!

Flesh (1968) dir. Paul Morrissey

ok so Flesh is one of those weird cineme verite movies that Morrissey made and it is very artsy and very gay but there isn't actually any guy on guy stuff. The main actor spends most of his time naked, and some of that is like eroticized but also its kinda meant to desexualize nudity. Or rather the film is using casual nudity as a way to lampshade the way we objectify people because after we see this long scene were hes just laying in bed with his dick out (relatable), we get a 5 minutes scene of him starting his day buck ass naked feeding his 1 year old real daughter a muffin. they actually use that as one of the posters

so like yeah hes naked but hes clearly not erotised in that moment in fact even though the main character is a hustler he never actually has gay sex on screen. His only client is a man who wants to draw him for like classical sculpture. Hes someone whose literally objectified scene for his body and not as a living person.

OMFG am I a film critic or something.

anyway this is another pretty cool film and especially something gay people should watch even through there isn't that much PDA.

Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) dir. Toshio Matsumoto

ok first look at this iconic photo.

Pretty this follows a bunch of transwoman in like Tokyo just honestly vibing and being faggot punks. We love, we stan, we support.

theres a lot to enjoy about this film and honestly just iconic trans woman you need to watch this. oh also all these ladies are straight so theres no gay kissing.

My Hustler (1966) dir. Andy Warhol, Chuck Wein

NOTE: This is a clip from the 1961 SPORTS THRILLER "The Hustler" but also this is pretty good dupe to the experience of My Hustler

Yeah so My Hustler is the story of a rich gay bringing a gay whore for his vacation and then having his fag hag friend and then the hustler friend show up and they all get in to this contest about whos going to fuck him. So I guess more objectification of men through the queer lens. Noone actually fucks him and its a lot of naturalistic dialogue. Its warhol you get it.

The Children's Hour (1961) dir. William Wyler

Ok so Childrens Hour is about Audrey Hepburn and her GAL PAL Shirley McClaine who run a school together. They are in fact just roommates but doesn't stop snot nose little brats from spreading rumors that like she totally saw Mrs. Hepburn drowning in pussy. So yeah they have there lives ruined and there not even dykes da fuck. Its very Tea and Sympathy in that regard about how homophobia hurts those that arn't even faggots. Y'know the innocent. /s

except it turns out that Shirley McClaine is in fact like a totally LESBIAN HAROLD. and this was the push she needed to admit how fucking gay she is for audrey hepburn, (which like we get it girl it audrey), oh and then she fucking kills herself. Thanks I hate it.

The movie up to that points pretty good.

The Leather Boys (1964) dir. Sidney J. Furie

ok so this is another British New Wave movie and it manly follows this newly married couple. And like the wife Dot, is literally the worst fucking person. She spends all her money on her hair which 1. He doens't like and 2. Doesn't even look good on her. She doesn't have a job and she doesn't keep the house. And then she won't move into his mom's house after his dad fucking dies and his mom literally can't take care of herself which like sorry girl I get if you don't like your mother-in-law but um kinda a consequence of marrying someone at some point you kinda have to deal with there parents getting old and dying. Oh also shes cheating on him. SPOILERS.

Anyway so they spend most of the time seperated while this guy sleeps with his best friend.... in like the same bed. hahaha not like in a gay way that would be ..... gay.

Also I'm totally sure his best friend isn't like a faggot or something.

Yeah, basically this guy was sleeping next to a gay guy the whole time and everytime his friend was like "omg babe lets ditch your looser wife, (can confirm she sucks), and move to america together" that he meant it in like a gay way.

and so the dude just fucking leaves. Honestly I would try sucking dick just once if I was him. You guys have a great relationship and your wifes a bitch.

Advise & Consent (1962) dir. Otto Preminger

The Best Man (1964) dir. Franklin J. Schaffner

just going to throw these together. Basically there both about some future were the president wants to nominate some dude and people are like ew no. also some random other person is getting blackmailed for being a faggot in the war. Yeah both of these movies have like the same exact plot.

I like The Best Man a little bit more but there both kinda awful. Also Betty White is in the first one and SHES A SENATOR. yaaaas girl.

Manji (1964) dir. Yasuzo Masumura

THESE LESBIANS ARE TOXIC.

Like don't get me wrong they kiss, they suck, they fuck. Lot of Women absolutely just being the most, this is the most lesbian thing I've seen.

Oh also eventually they start a death cult it goes to some really weird places. Also theres like three remakes.

anyway whores, sorry that its taking so long for me to post this diary update. I'm going to draft the next post and try to get it out by the end of the month. Thanks love you.

[betty-cadaver]

Making a mess of things.

Forgiving yourself for “terrible” art.

Artists, do you ever have moments of evasive creativity? A brain fogs powerful enough to tickle John Carpenter’s fancy? Has your inspiration gone on a long stay holiday without you?

I get it a lot. Dusty, western style droughts, tumble weed and all, where the well of inspiration has long dried up. But it’s only temporary as I know at some point the rains will come and I’ll take another sip of weird and wonderful ideas.

My art is like my mood, only in the sense it’s chaotic, often messy. I don’t really draw my emotions per say, I just mean that I fluctuate between styles, level of detail, mediums used and effort.

I find myself scribbling something I later find to be utterly garbage and yet can’t seem to bring myself to throw it out or delete it. The below example is a recent example of this. I just drew patterns in black testing out a new brush in procreate. Next thing I know I’m slapping down colour like a 6year old with a crayonin one hand, full sugar coke in the other and accidentally made a knock-off Piet Mondrian & Joan Miro hybrid. I suppose if my art actually was an expression of my true inner emotions, this piece would be entitled “Bleh!” and yet I’m oddly fond of it. It’s a moment of my life, my time, my brains ‘auto-pilot’ let loose.

I think losing ideas is just a part of the process that we, as artists, must go through. We aren’t fountains of constant recycled masterpieces, we’re mere human beings. I can only speak from my own perspective, but I find myself coming up with some wonderful theme and I become obsessed. I’ll work at it in multiple styles and sizes and colors. And one day I’ll wake up with nothing, all my passion suddenly lost. Work will go unfinished with promises I’ll do it later (I typically don’t. And on rare occasions I do, weeks and months will have passed).

I look through my papers, sketch books and tablet with shame now and then at the sad, abandoned projects peering back at me with a glint of hope that I might just take a moment to finish them. I guiltily walk away.

Again, it’s all part of the process. It isn’t forever. I’m resting my brain and waiting to ride the waves of inspiration once more. You cannot force the process or you lose your passion and produce, oh I don’t know, something you hope looks like an edgy purple pop art abstract piece using all the digital dot brushes created.

So I suppose what I’m trying to say here is this. Good or bad your art is still art. We can’t make ideas pop into our heads at will. It’s ok do things for the sake of it or do things differently. It’s all just a part of our journey and sometimes we need to just slap colours down randomly in a way that almost commits forgery against 2 of the modern greats.

Forgive yourself your bad days and just let it flow naturally.

[indigo-strawberries]

rdr2 100% completion help

ok so!!!!

i posted something on reddit asking for 100% advice a while back and someone replied with a whole spreadsheet for 100% completion, missions, stranger missions etc ... and its been SOO helpful for me!! ill link a blank spreadsheet below along with another that has all the missions in each chapter with their own rated difficulties (if youre going for the gold rush trophy like i am). not all of them are accurate to the difficulty the op set, but other people have put advice and tips on some objectives that have made it easier.

for where to start, i made a google doc and wrote my objectives for each chapter (starting at 2) like stranger missions, hunting, anything that you can get done earliest in whatever chapter youre in. i focused on completing most everything in chp 2,3, and 4. the only things i left for the other chapters were those chapter specific things (stranger missions, hunting requests, challenges)

things i recommend doing as early as possible:

-legendary animals and fishing (not all will be available but i did mine all in chp2 or 3 and finished the rest in new austin in the epilogue)

-trinkets and talismans (you craft these at any fence, but they usually take legendary animal parts so after you kill a legendary animal check the fence)

-getting the legend of the east satchel from pearson (literally so amazing you can carry 99 of most everything)

-stranger missions (some might not be available after a certain point, so best to get them in early)

-studying and hunting animals for compendium (i like arthurs drawings better than johns lmao) (guarma animals don't count for the achievements but there is a way to get there and i can link the yt video if anyone wants it)

-picking up premium cigarettes anytime you can (will save time for cigarette cards, which if youre gonna buy them do it after you finish the main game cus youll have $20k+)

-hunting requests (just to get them done)(will put a very helpful animal location reddit post below)

-dinosaur bones

-rock carvings (ALL can be found in chp2 so that is one of the easiest collectables)

-dreamcatchers (again, all can be found in chp2 so very easy to get this one out of the way)

-challenges (some cant be finished until epilogue like herbalist 9 and horseman 9 but all the rest can be done earlier) ((yes gambler 8 is possible it took me 3 hours but i managed it))

^^ at the trapper, when you complete challenges you buy the equipment (gun belt, holster, bandolier) and they improve your health, stamina, and dead eye stats (theyre also needed for the legend of the east outfit)

100% spreadsheet: (just make a copy so you can edit it)

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1jXuYOOtQnX_4u_PoY3dh5mik5WAH5BWtMTay8tstIR8/htmlview?pli=1

hunting request animal locations

https://www.reddit.com/r/reddeadredemption/s/T50R7u9lTu

gold missions

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1A-KDkbLHjXM3aRYcidsHNF9MqgObj08RJkcAwgNp990/edit?gid=0#gid=0

all in all, PLAN!!! planning each chapter makes a huge difference and gives you goals to work towards and keeps you organized so you dont miss anything

I'm going to regret this

[hollybell51]

First kiss

Series masterlist, masterpost

Minho x fem!Reader 

Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 862

Summary: it’s your first day training as a runner, and it’s just your luck that you run into a Griever. Luckily, Minho knows how to deal with this stuff. 

Content: chase scene, kiss, romantic confession, cringey John-Greene-esque dialogue (which is kinda there in all my fics if I’m being honest)

Notes: I really didn’t appreciate Minho as much as I should have when I first read/watched the Maze Runner

Your feet pounded against the stone floor of the Maze, and you took another turn, mentally noting the direction. Ahead of you, Minho stopped, leaning against the wall and pulling a wrapped sandwich from his pack.

“Lunch time?” you asked, jogging up to him.

“Yeah, we need a break.”

Gratefully, you slid down the wall, pulling your own sandwich out and unwrapping it.

“So what do you think so far?” Minho asked, and you swallowed a bite, nodding.

“It’s just as great as I thought it would be.” You grinned, looking sideways at him. You’d wanted to be a runner since you’d first arrived in the Maze, and you’d finally managed to convince Minho to train you. The only thing was, it was a little awkward given that you liked him, a lot. 

He snorted, taking a sip from his water bottle.

“What’s so funny?” you said, and he shook his head.

“Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re happy about something.” That made you blush, although your face was probably already red from running all morning.

“Should we get going?” you said, just to change the subject.

“You haven’t’ even finished your sandwich,” he pointed out, eyeing the offending piece of food in your hand. 

Quickly, you finished it off, dusting your hands and getting up. “Now?”

“Yeah, ok, since you’re so eager.”

You’d only run a few hundred metres when Minho stopped, holding out an arm for you to do the same.

“What is it?” you breathed, peaking around his shoulder. He held a finger to his lips, jerking his head in the direction of the corridor. In front of you, just around a bend, was a Griever. You stopped yourself from cursing out loud, although you came pretty close.

“What do we do?” You asked softly.

“We back away, slowly and quietly as we can, then run.” Minho took your hand, pulling you back along the corridor with him. You tried not to make any sound, but you were sure the Griever could hear your hammering heart anyway.

About five metres back, Minho turned, pulling you with him and breaking into a sprint. You followed, pumping your legs as hard and fast as you could. You could hear the Griever coming after you, metal clinking against stone and the mechanical whirs of its engine echoing off the walls of the Maze.

You tripped on a stone, but recovered, running on, following where Minho went. The Griever was getting closer, its horrible sounds getting louder.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Minho yelled, looking over his shoulder at you, “We can make it!”

You didn’t reply, just kept running.

After a series of sharp turns and twists, you realised where you were. Ahead, the corridor ended in a vast expanse of nothing, gaping as if to swallow anyone should they run to close.

“When I say, jump left.” Minho told you, standing in the middle of the corridor.

“Ok.” You could see what he meant to do.

The Griever came whirring and clanking around the corner, its metal appendages snapping and spinning as it hurtled towards you.

“Minho…” you said, it was getting really close.

“Hold it…” He watched the Griever drawing closer calmly, calculating the distance.

“Minho…” you said again, it was too close.

“Just a second… Now!”

You hurled yourself sideways, the Griever passing you with an inch to spare. You turned, watching it jump over the cliff, then it disappeared. You must have been seeing things, probably a product of the stress.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, your hands shaking.

“Are you ok?” Minho ran across the corridor to you, checking you for injuries.

“Yeah,” you said, painfully aware of how close he was and the tremor in your voice, “yeah, I’m ok, you?”

“I’m fine, as long as you’re ok.” 

Your heart skipped a beat, or maybe it was just the near miss you just had. You could feel the heat from his body and his warm breath on your face, that was how close you were standing. “I…” you started, but your voice failed you. If I moved an inch, you thought, I could kiss him. Then you cursed yourself for having the thought, it was hardly the time or place. 

His hand moved from your shoulder to your face, and you realised just how sweaty and gross you both were. It didn’t matter. Hesitantly, carefully, Minho leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. 

Oh, was all your brain could come up with. You returned the kiss, your heart beating just as hard as when you saw the Griever, except this time it was a good kind of fast.

You kissed for quite a while, probably way longer than is appropriate, but you weren’t complaining. Eventually, you drew away, looking up at him.

He smiled, a faint pink tinge colouring his cheeks. “I guess now would be a good time to tell you how I feel about you and ask you to be my girlfriend?” he said wryly, and you laughed.

“Yeah, might be a good time.”

“So,” he looked around, “I think you’re an amazing person, absolutely stunning, and I really, really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” you said, “yes Minho, I would love to be your girlfriend. And by the way,” you added, “I really, really like you too.”

[kywaslost]

Supernatural imagine the reader is Dean and Sam's half sister and has a sketch book of the whole Winchester family and the reader states that she isn't a real Winchester.

Sam and Dean x Half-Sister Reader

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for the request! I hope I did alright. It's curently 10:30 pm and I'm extremely tired, and I wasn't wearing my glasses while writing most of this so I apologize for any spelling errors!

    Sam and Dean weren’t really shocked when they found out they had a half-sister. They knew their dad had slept around a few times, especially after he hid Adam from them until the boy himself found his older brothers. The Winchester brothers loved you nonetheless. They treated you like family, taking you in when they met you on a hunt in Kentucky. 

    You had been living with the boys for a little over a year now, and you couldn’t ask for a better family. You couldn’t help but feel like you were intruding, though. Sam and Dean loved you and treated you well, not getting angry when the secret was revealed that you were their half-sister. Once you had moved in with them and saw the very few family photos they had, you couldn’t help but tear up. You didn’t have a very good home life growing up. Your mother left you when you were 4 because she couldn’t take raising you on her own. John came around every once in a while, but he mainly left you drifting between hunters. 

    You’d always had a love for the fine arts, drawing especially. Sam and Dean were amazed when they caught a glimpse of one of your drawings over your shoulder one day while doing research. You had gotten board, deciding to do a few rough sketches of your oldest brother, who was sitting across from you, a book in one hand and a beer in the other.

    “Wow, sis, I never knew you could draw,” Dean commented, taking your sketchbook into his own hands. “This is awesome! I mean, you could make my jawline a bit sharper…” This caused you and Sam to laugh.

    “Don’t think too much about it. I don’t really like showing other people my drawings. They can get a bit personal.” You took the sketchbook back. “You know how my life was growing up. The only thing that I ever had that never left was the ability to draw. It was my way of coping growing up.” You set your sketchbook back down on the table, sliding your chair back and standing up. “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back.” 

    Sam and Dean went back to doing their research on a potential case when they heard the slight movement of paper. The two boys looked to see that the wind from their ceiling fan was blowing the pages in your sketchbook around. The page flipped to show a drawing of Sam, Dean, John, and Mary. You had drawn the picture so that Sam and Dean were older, the way they looked now. At the top of the page you wrote ‘Winchester Family’. Dean reached for the sketchbook again.

    “Dean, you hear (y/n/n),” Sam warned. “She said she doesn’t like people seeing her drawings. Put it back.”

    “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Dean said as he flipped back a page. The next page was of Sam and Dean, leaning against the hood of the impala. There was a small note on the page next to it. ‘They’re so happy’ it read. ‘I wish I could have been a part of that relationship.’ Dean flipped back another page, and then another until he got to the first page of the sketchbook. His brows furrowed slightly.

    “What?” Sam asked, craning his neck to see what his brother was looking at.

    “The title of her sketchbook is ‘The Winchester Family’,” Dean answered.

    “Ok, and?” Sam commented. “What’s wrong with that?”

    “You didn’t let me finish,” replied Dean. “Under it she wrote ‘the family I’ll never be a part of’.” He did a quick fan through all of the pages. They were filled with sketches of him, Sam, and his parents. There were several of all of them together. One image he found was a sketch of the whole family, and then you drawn off to the side. You were drawn to look at how happy the family looked. Dean had Sam in a headlock, and both of them dawned huge smiles. John and Mary were drawn holding each other, admiring their sons. 

    “Dean?” a soft voice came from behind him. “What are you doing with that?” He turned around to see you standing behind him, looking at him wearily. “I told you not to look through that.”

    “What do you mean, ‘a family I’ll never be a part of?’” Dean asked. “You’re just as part of this twisted family as we are.”

    “Give that back,” you said quietly, tears brimming in your eyes. “Please, give it back.”

    “Y/N, come here,” Sam said softly. “How come you never told us this?”

    “Why do you think?” she said quickly, fully crying now. “You guys have had each other since you were born, pretty much. You may have lost your mom at a young age but at least you had John. Sure, he wasn’t around much but he was around more you guys than he was me. Look at the two of you. You’re pretty much inseparable. I’m just a tag along. The one-night-stand kid. As much as I’ve tried, I’ll never be a part of the Winchester family.”

    “Family doesn’t end in blood, Y/N,” Dean said. “Even if it did, we share at least half our DNA together, and that makes you family. Sam and I love you kiddo. You’re our sister, and nothing can change that.” He stood and pulled you into a tight hug, watching as Sam stood and joined the two of you. When he pulled away, he wiped away your tears as you sniffed.

    “You really mean it?” you asked.

    “Of course we do,” Sam answered. “You’re a Winchester whether you like it or not.”

[hoes4dylanobrien]

Don’t Make It Weird

The Birthday Girl

It wasn’t like you had planned it that way. 

To sleep with your best friend. 

It just...well, sort of happened. 

The crowd cheered on Dylan who shotgun’ed an entire beer can along with his friends: you, Sam, Matt, and Danny. Olivia sat this one out, instead dancing with a guy you hadn’t seen before but one she’d been vibing with all night. 

Dylan won, the rest of you finishing at later stages. You felt queasy but then burped, really loudly, drawing laughter. Dylan cupped your waist. “You doing OK?” 

You raised your hand, doing the ‘A-OK’ sign. He chuckled, boozy breath and spicy aftershave hitting your face. “Good. Going to hit the John and then we’re doing another round.”

“Of what?” 

“Whatever the fuck you want. It’s your birthday, baby.” The deep octave whispered in your ear sent pleasant shivers down your spine. 

Afterwards, you grabbed him afterwards in the hallway.

“Dylan,” you said, completely drunk out of your mind. “Yeah?” He responded, not as wasted, but getting there. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Something I’ve wanted to say for a long time, but thought it would be weird.” 

He laughed, starting to sway. “Who gives a shit?” 

“Okay, but you can’t tell anyone.” 

He shrugged. 

“Promise me!” You shook his broad shoulders. 

“Okay, okay. I promise. Jesus,” he giggled. Yes, giggle. It was your kryptonite. Such a weird little sound, but attractive nonetheless. 

You leaned in to whisper: 

“I want you to fuck me.” 

He laughed at you. Just laughed. 

When you didn’t react, he sobered up. “What? You’re serious? What the fuck, y/n?” 

“Why not? You’re hot, I’m obviously hot — I mean, look at me.” You gestured to your tight minidress, which very little to the imagination. “I’m also horny. Why the fuck not?” 

“Because,” he said, fumbling for words, eyes narrowed in concentration. “I think you’d be pissed at me tomorrow, and I’d definitely be pissed at myself. You’re also way younger than me. Shouldn’t you save it for someone who matters to you?”  “You matter to me.” You pointed out. 

“Not like that. You know what I mean. A boyfriend, a lover. . .” 

“You did not just say the word ‘lover’,” you finally cracked a grin, laughing. 

He stared at you seriously. 

“You’re just fucked up right now. You won’t want this tomorrow. Trust me.” 

You sidled up to him, running a hand down his chest, over the small chest hair peeking out of his black tee. It was manly. Sexy. God, you wanted your best friend. 

“I hear a whole lot of what I won’t want and less what you want.” You looked up to stare deeply into his brown orbs. “What do you want, Dylan?” His Adam’s apple bowed, cupid’s bow mouth parting. 

Sam, Matt, and Danny were calling you. It was time for you to blow out your birthday candles. 

“Think about it,” you said, leaving. 

As everyone called out to you to make a wish, you closed your eyes and blew out the candles. When you opened them, Dylan stood before you. Unreadable, hypnotizing. You had to physically drag your gaze from his when someone engaged you in conversation. 

Dancing came next. 

Old R&B songs played alongside newer pop and a combination folksie/indie music. Everyone made the best of the living room space. You were a terrible dancer, and you were in good company, but you all had a lot of fun. 

Some guy who’s eye you caught more than once that night finally had the courage to walk up to you. You chatted a little, but mostly stuck to your bodies speaking for you. It was kind of nice until he pressed his front to your back and started trying to grind on you. There was only one person you wanted to feel against your ass and he wasn’t it. 

“See you can handle yourself,” Dylan said, joining you. “Did you ever doubt it?” He smiled endearingly, shaking his head. “Nah. Know you’re capable. Jersey girl after my own heart.” 

You returned his smile. 

“Thought more about what I said?” You raised a brow. 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You felt it then. A hardness over your tailbone in a telltale outline of his designer shorts. Heat blossomed in your pelvic region. 

“Sounds like a ‘yes’ to me,” you flirted back, grinding against the package to his pained delight. 

“What if you change your mind?” 

“I won’t.” 

“What if things. . . get weird? Between us?” 

“Easy. Just don’t make it weird.” You winked. And then you kissed him for the first time.

[demico-art]

I love your RDR2 drawing for ink/fantober! I followed you years ago for Gravity Falls art, and I didn't know you were a fan of the outlaws too!! So cool to see your art for another fandom I'm obsessed with!!!

Thanks! Yeah, RDR2 is one of my favorite games! I recently finished the epilogue, and it took me so long (I got the game about 3 years ago) because I wanted to stay with Arthur as long as possible, but John's ok too :) It's not the first time I draw RDR2 for Inktober, here's Arthur for the one in 2020!

[ewwwabug]

hi im pela im adult disabled and intersex

im a finger artist I draw whatever mostly ocs and stuff i like... currently im really into fnf and mods. also I make games sometimes with my ocs... I dream of creating something more normal and playable some day

tags:

minors dni - any adult game fanart (like adult visual novels ect). block if you are minor

nsft - me drawin poarn. i dont draw it much and dont post fulls here but still block if you are minor

loveless biker boys - my finished novel

wild biker boys or wild loveless biker boys - another finished novel

rival biker boys - game I'm planning

the bloody cultist - in development :] dev blog, demo

777verse - other ocs of my au

brothers time - my brother ocs

me myself i - art of pelapaul

fucking johns - mine and my friend's john sonas

pela talks unfortunately - textpost/shitpost

about fan content:

im ok with most shit actually you can draw/make headcanons/fangames ect ect, make fan lbb/wbb/rbb/777verse ocs (this may help!!!) just dont draw nsfw content of my minor ocs or dont draw any nsfw stuff if youre minor im very uncomfortable with that thank you idc about other stuff i just ignore stuff i dont like

also im not ok with creating merch with my characters without my permission and making money on my art

other blog @ewww777 (reblog stuff)

other socials: vk twitter privatter telegram (nsfw)

my dni: - i block freely anyone who makes me uncomfortable or whos mean also ppl like maps/zoosads and anyone who encourage abuse, harrasment and so on. im not interested in discussions and drama.

also dont talk to me if youre younger than 16 yall annoyyying

byeeee

art by denial my friend