#young author

[corvis-crimson]

Can @neil-gaiman make a young author like me feel better about typos on my already published back cover…

👉🏻👈🏻😖💛

The book itself only has 8 mistakes apparently in 326 pages…

P.S. thanks for writing Good Omens because without it I’d have never met my Fiancé! The Crowley to my Aziraphale…Congrats on season 3!!

Edit because only two people have bought my book

[ijustreallylikepirates]

me absolutely traumatizing the fuck out of my characters:

[chaotic-starlight24]

Johnny Cade General Headcanons

Thank you guys so much for all the love on the previous headcanons! I have a lot of fun making these :) Now for the next group of them!

Warnings: Spoilers, Abuse

He is very nervous about just about everything but he is also the most brave person you will ever meet. Bravery is not doing things without fear, but in spite of it. So whenever the rest of the gang is too scared to try something he’s always the first one to step forward. Like one time Dally convinced the rest of them they should all try this zipline in town and once they got there everyone changed their mind. Even Dally (Man, I don’t think this is a smart idea…) But Johnny immediately offered to go first. Dally and Pony tried to convince him otherwise and he just shrugged and pulled a “Well, if I die I guess it’s meant to be.” He had a great time on the zipline and the rest of the gang went after him. (Dallas was shaking when he got off though)

He got his jean jacket when somebody lost theirs and another thought it was his. He was at a rodeo watching Dally and Soda when somebody came up to him. 

“Hey kid, what’s your name?”

“Uhh… Johnny?”

“Man kid, you seem like you thought I was here to kill ya or somethin! Anyways, found this jean jacket.”

“...Ok?”

“Well, if you're Johnny Cade I’m guessing this is yours. Your initials are written on the tag.”

“Um its no-”

Then the guy just walked off and Johnny ended up with a new jacket. Joey Castles didn’t need it anyways.

He has the most contagious smile you will ever see. It’s just so sweet and genuine that even Dallas can’t help but smile with him.

He doesn’t do great in school except for English and science. And he still isn’t amazing at those. English is the only class he pays attention in because thinking about the meanings behind stuff helps take his mind off of everything he's been through. The teacher loves his discussions he starts and wishes he would actually do his work because he would probably get an A. In science he just does the experiments. That’s all he enjoys in the class.

He’s actually not horrifying at hair styles (with my ocs he picked up on some stuff when he was hanging out with Tessa and Pony at Rosemary’s hair salon) but when he cut and bleached Pony’s hair it took everything in him to no grimace in front of Pony and call Rosemary about how to fix it. But he eventually convinced Pony that if they combed he would look fine. When Pony looked ok afterwards he made an audible sigh of relief.

One time he was sleeping in the lot and he woke up to a very large Newfoundland dog standing next to him. He screeched so loud it could be heard from Buck’s and ended up in a tree. At first he was convinced it was a bear coming to end him but eventually it just laid down below the tree. So he got down and just sat next to it. He decided to name him Bear and Bear now occasionally sleeps in the lot with him. He also will sometimes walk with Johnny around town.

When the gang first met Bear they all loved him. Except for Dally (he loves him now) who was jumpscared because he actually thought Johnny just brought a bear into the house.

He first met Sodapop in 2nd grade when he came to school with some bruises and Soda asked if he could help him. Johnny was ofc like “No! I’m fine! I’ve dealt with this before.” and Soda insisted, telling him that his mom had taught him how to help with pain. From then on Johnny stuck to Sodapop and basically lived at the Curtis house.

As I said in the Dallas headcanons before, he showed up in Tulsa while traversing America at the age of 13. And then slowly was integrated into the Curtis gang. Soda was very welcoming and so was Steve and Two-Bit but they were also kind of wary of him. They saw he was tougher than them, more cold, more mean. One day Johnny walked into the diner after Mrs. Curtis invited him and he just waltzed right up to Dally and started talking to him. And to everyone’s surprise they actually hit it off. Soon enough Dally became extremely protective of him and took the older brother role.

He has picked up a lot of things from Dally, including his unfiltered mouth. He is polite to soc girls and everything and doesn’t like whenever Dallas or any other greaser says some real dirty things about a random girl.He doesn’t care for dirty catcalls but he will just straight up start roasting people. And he’s good at it too!

He didn’t really like Sylvia. Mainly because he saw her and Dallas were just not a healthy relationship at all. They both tried in some aspects but their own (abusive) parents' relationships got into their way since it skewed their perspectives. So Johnny didn’t like to be there when they were together. (He sees a healthy relationship as Mr. and Mrs. Curtis)

If he had survived the fire he would be in a wheelchair and probably be one of the few to test out the new motorized ones. The hospital would learn very quickly that his parents were in no way going to be good caretakers and he would end up being adopted by a couple who lost their child. Their names are Eleanor and Russel and they love him very much. He would probably be a little less tense with them and the gang and put some more effort into school. But he will physically flinch whenever candles are lit and stuff so the gang and his new parents don’t use them very often. 

The gang knows he has a rather low self esteem (think he doesn’t deserve stuff, etc.) and he doesn’t usually accept gifts so they have to be sneaky for his birthday. Sometimes they just let him decide what they do that day, sometimes Dally just takes him out to eat and lets him get whatever, sometimes they give him stuff and insist that they just didn’t need it.

He really likes plants and flowers so sometimes he just takes a stroll through the town gardens or through the forest just to try and test himself on their names. If he survived him and Eleanor would have a garden full of ferns, flowers, and veggies. They would tend to it everyday and it was also another way for Johnny to build up his strength. Pony comes by every other day or so usually with a botany book and they figure out the different ways to make the plants stronger and stuff. Johnny especially likes the more strange plants. (Eleanor and him also name the veggie plants :)

He is very sensitive to physical affection and hates whenever people hug him or slap him on the back and all that stuff. He always freezes up. The gang knows this and tries their best to not intrude into his personal space (though he is a bit more comfortable with them). He is ok with it sometimes mainly when the gang asks him first. Then he’s ok with them leaning against him or messing up his hair. He just mainly hates it whenever people take him by surprise.

At first he was really weirded out by Mr. and Mrs. Curtis because he didn’t think your parents were supposed to be nice. But after a while he warmed up to them and especially looked up to Mr. Curtis. Mr. Curtis was actually the one to encourage his interest in plants. Johnny was reading a magazine in the general store Mr. Curtis was in charge of and started pointing out some of the really cool plants. Mr. Curtis knew a fair share about them and started teaching Johnny some of the basics he remembered from his childhood. (Mr. Curtis grew up on a homestead where his mom grew all sorts of stuff)

One more survival AU headcanon, Steve and Soda have modified parts of Johnny’s wheelchair to help him do more things. Like having a smaller motor for it that Steve engineered so that Johnny could also control it. Soda also helped create a wheel chair that Johnny could use in different terrains like while he works in the garden.

His mother is native american and his father is partially mexican. His mother was born in Arkansas and traveled into Oklahoma where she met his dad. His father was born and raised in a small town near Tulsa.

[double-features]

CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ max cooperman x gn!reader

SUMMARY : when a film nerd gets invited to the movies by their cutie patootie best friend, sparks fly. reader geeks out over the movie related stuff and max just falls more in love with them. <3

WARNINGS : none!!

GENRE : fluff fluff fluff SO MUCH fluff

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Thank God for Jake being the number one wingman. Without him, Max would have never even gotten close to wooing you..

That wasn't actually the case. At least, not yet. Max was only on step.. uh.. whatever, of his plan to have you fall head over heels with him. Having grown up going to all the same schools, he had always known you as 'that one person in that one class', but when you guys both hit high school, that's when it all changed.

You became hot, and he was just a boy! He couldn't help it at all. Max, the usually dorky and overly confident wannabe fighter, and you, who somehow became the prettiest person he had ever seen in just the span of a summer break, only became a duo after the handiwork of his best man.

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“You see that kid over there? Brown hair, slightly chubby, dorky shirt.. That's Max. He really likes you.”

“Pardon?”

“You should talk to him, he's a bit weird at times, but he's sweet.”

“..Okay?”

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To this day, Jake still won't tell Max what he said to make you change your mind on him. Because after that day, you and him became inseparable. Whatever Jake said, it sparked a beautiful friendship between the two of you. Friendship, nothing more.

He learned everything about you, from the smallest details to every interest you had; the way you carried yourself and were so unashamed to be open around him made him feel special. He had seen you interact with your own friends before, but seeing you so up close and personal on a daily basis made him feel like one lucky son of a gun.

In fact, you even seemed to hang out with your original group of companions and started hanging out with his little group more; him, Jake, Baja.. And now, you.

Oftentimes you two would hang out at his house; that boy was rich, and his parents were barely ever home. Today was no different, you two were just curled up on one of the sofas, watching whatever shitty MMA movie Max picked out. You couldn't complain, there was something really heartwarming about him geeking out over his dorky interests.

There was a comfortable silence between you guys, until it was broken by Max speaking over the television. “Dude, you know what would be so awesome!?”

To which, you responded with the same amount of enthusiasm as he did, “What would be awesome?!”

“If we went on a movie date... I saw a trailer for this movie the other day.. It's that one new Woody Allen movie.”

That made you immediately perk up, but not the fact that he was finally asking you out on a date after all this time; no, because of the idea. “DUDE.. You might be onto something. Woody Allen is a sick director, he's made some real gems before. In my opinion, he is wildly brilliant in his abilities to dir--”

“So.. wait, just to be clear, is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

“Going on a date with me?” There was his awkward aura radiating off of him in that very moment. As much as he loved you rambling, he need an answer. He seriously hoped you to realize that this was an actual romantic date, and not just some hangout between friends.

Note, he still didn't know that you knew about him being totally enamored with you. So, in his mind, him asking you out on a date would be some big revelation for you to figure out he liked you.

“Well, obviously.”

“I mean, like, an actual date.”

“I knew what you meant, Cooperman.” You giggled and playfully rolled her eyes, the noise made Max's heart skip so many beats that he didn't know how he was still alive. Your unintentional cuteness was going to be the death of him one day.

He stared. You stared back. “And you're fine with that? Because I really like you and if you aren't actually serious about this I want to kn-”

“Oh! I already knew that.”

“You did?” And just like that, his heart felt like it dropped all the way to his stomach, while his face turned a noticeable shade of red out of embarrassment. Was he really that obvious? “How?”

“Jake told me, silly goose! Before we were even friends, he approached me and was like 'hey, my friend Max really likes you, you should talk to him', so I did. And I really don't regret it.”

So That's what Jake said.

“And you like me back?”

“Obviously I wouldn't have hung out with you so much if I didn't. And, obviously I wouldn't have agreed to a date if I don't like you back. You're really dense sometimes, you know that?”

“Holy shit!”

Just then, he started planning out every aspect of the date in his head. From what he would say to the subtle moves he would make during the movie, what he would wear and what snacks he would buy.. He needed this to be perfect! “So.. Meet me at the movie theater later? Around 7? That's when the movie's showing.”

“Of course! See you then!” You hopped up from the sofa and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his cheek, one to prove how absolutely serious you were about the date. You lingered by the couch for a couple seconds to gage his reaction, and proudly sauntered away once the heat rose to the place your lips were just seconds prior.

Woah. Max would either have to thank Jake for this later, or curse him out for being so straightforward about his feelings for you. Either way, it worked out well, so it would likely be the aforementioned.

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7 PM sharp, Max was already there. Actually, he arrived almost ten minutes before, just to give himself time to mentally prepare for the date.

At first, the dorky boy was going to go all out. Suit and tie and everything.. But then he called Jake, who laughed in his face and told him that he didn't need to try so hard; that you already liked him anyways. There was no need to try and impress you when you were already enamored with him.

So instead, he went with a pair of jorts and a brand new tee he had bought just for tonight. Just a plain white one, no cheesy print on it like usual. It was just the right amount of casual, not trying too hard, still being himself, but also not completely lazy. In his hand, he had a couple of hand picked dandelions, did he know that they were just weeds? Not at all. Plus, he didn't have time or money to buy you a real bouquet. It's the thought that counts!

When you arrived, you were met with the sight of him nervously swaying on the heels of his feet, looking around in every direction to search for you. When he saw you, he was in immediate awe. You were always so effortlessly good looking that it drove him insane, “Y/N! You look.. woah.”

Max was the one who would have this totally hot babe on his shoulder, nobody else, he pulled you. That was an absurd idea. Now, all he had to do was not make a fool out of himself, ask you out on a couple more dates, and finally be able to call you his own; easy enough, right? He caught himself staring for a bit too long and snapped back into reality once that thought kicked in, in an attempt to fix his mistake, he held out the sad little bouquet of dandelions.

You took them with a goofy grin plastered to your face, the way your eyes scanned over them with a seemingly ecstatic demeanor made him feel like he did something right.

Which, to you, he was already doing this entire thing right by taking you; the biggest film nerd ever, to the movie theaters. He knew you aspired to go into film when you graduated, and he really did pick the best possible option for a location to ask you out to, whether intentional or not. “Thanks, Max!”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Good God. There were so many things he wished he could've said in that moment, but instead he landed on quite possibly the worst option of the bunch. Just as he was about to fix himself, you cut him off with a squeaky chortle. “Baby?”

“Sorry, it slipped out, I didn't mean to,”

“Dude, no worries, I kinda like it.”

There was no denying the uncharacteristic behavior from him, truly, he didn't want to make a single mistake on this date. All the cocky dorkiness was replaced with a nervousness like no other. “Hell yeah! Noted! Soo, babe.. baby.. uhh, sweet cheeks, hot stuff, angel, babydoll--”

“Pushing it, Cooperman. You can only be so much of a Casanova.”

“--right, so, wanna watch that movie now? Trailers should be starting soon.”

You gave him a goofy grin, and he felt his heart flutter. Everything you did made him gravitate to you even more, even if you didn't even realize how absolutely precious you were to him. “Sounds awesome!”

With the confirmation, Max took that as his chance to (not so) subtly reach for your hand, lacing your fingers with his own as he confidently walked the two of you lovebirds inside. He was proud to show off a smoke show like you, he didn't even know how he managed to bag someone as angelic as his cinema nerd best friend.

Hand in hand, the two entered and were met with the overwhelming aroma of buttered popcorn, along with the smiling faces of ushers. A true movie paradise, you could practically break out into some big musical number over the feeling of being back in the theater after what felt like forever. Your eyes darted all over to look at the posters, subconsciously gripping onto the palm you held onto-- Max, on the other hand, was more focused on you and gauging your reactions.

He was totally doing this again one day. He was certain this is what love felt like, God, he had it bad for you. Max led you to the ticket booth and released the warmth he held onto, as much as he didn't want to, and instead leaned over the counter and whispered as if it were some massive secret what they were seeing. While he got to business, you began to wander around and look at the upcoming movie posters.

“Hey, so, between you and me.. You see that smokin' hot babe over there? What would be the best seats in the theater that are still open? I need them to have the best movie experience.”

The tired man who looked no older than thirty unamusedly eyed up where he gestured, and was met with a very awestruck version of you. Young love. You were so out of Max's league, yet here he was, getting the perfect date for you. “Depends on what you want to see.”

“That one Woody Allen movie that just came out. Y'know? I think it's called like.. Christina.. Vicky.. Paris? Or something like that. I don't know, man! I just saw a trailer and wanted to use it as an excuse to take her on a date!!” Max didn't even realize it himself, but this was probably the most panicked he had been over an event since.. like, forever!

“Jesus, calm down. Vicky Cristina Barcelona. There's a few good seats in the middle, you can either claim row F or row G. Take your pick.”

“F. I think.” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out some spare money he had so he could just pay and get it over with, so he could get to the date; he slid over a couple hundred dollars. “Keep the change.”

“Holy-! Overkill man! It was twenty dollars!”

“Keep it dude!”

“Alright. Damn. Enjoy your movie, I guess. Maybe don't be so nervous. You'll do fine.” Advice from a (usually) underpaid movie theater worker. Funny, Max went into this believing it would all be easy. But now? Now that he was actually on a date.. with you? He couldn't help but make a fool of himself.

But then he went back over to you and saw those big eyes of yours admiring a poster, and God, that mushy feeling returned. “You ready babe?”

“Maaaax!! We should see Burn After Reading after it comes out. It had Brad Pitt in it! And it's from the same dude who made Fargo! It'll be totally worth the watch,”

“Of course we can!” His response came before he even had the chance to think about it. “But, uh, are you ready or no? I just bought the tickets. I'll buy you whatever snacks you want.”

“Awe, thanks Max. I am. Some twizzlers sound nice. Ooh! And maybe some popcorn!”

Pure admiration in his eyes, he planted a hand on the small of your back and led you two to the concessions. He couldn't have been any more in love with you..

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ reblogs & likes are always appreciated, keeps me motivated to continue creating :)

A/N : sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long, finally got back to writing now that i dont have a pile up of missing work. i really like max yall

[lyralit]

I hate when readers criticize books they don't like and blame it on the fact that the author is young. I would just like to point out that firstly—they had enough talent to get their book out there, to write tens of thousands of words, to get it queried and published, or, maybe even they did the work all themselves. And secondly, books can be bad. Anything can. But attacking a writer's life work because they are young makes no sense at all. I've read dozens of books written by young authors who write beautifully. And even more crappy books by old ones. It's not age that makes the writing, not at all. When you read a book and you tell people that the reason you disliked it so much was because the author needed more experience, needed more time, you're putting off generations of young writers who want to improve. If you dislike a book, fine. But don't blame it on the author's age. It's discouraging for people who look up to them and admire them—but more so, discouraging for the author, who has worked hard to be where they are.

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Tw blood (alien blood)

"Welcome home lil pup" is a non-canonical sidestory I did from my bro's @himbo-in-limbo yautja raian x reader story, but focuses into a father-daughter relationship between yautja! Ohma and Ane (has more fluff but still containing the gruesome bloody fights cuz...kengan and predators lol)

Headcanons cuz I can't help myself:

Ane was the one who found Ohma while he was on a hunt on a forest that was close to the orphanage she lived back in earth.

Ohma didn't know Ane followed him until they were already lightyears away from earth lmao (i don't know how she did it either).

The other yautjas were just as surprised she managed to enter the ship without activating anything.

Ane tends to be loud when walking (humming, jumping, etc) so the bells aren't really necessary, but also she hated how loud the bell was in her ears. Ohma seeing her discomfort told the other guards to take the bell collar.

Ane is quite clingy with ohma, not sure why but she just won't leave his side.

Ohma wasn't much attached to her in the first few weeks, he didn't hate her or was cold to her but he was not used to having a small creature following him around lol, but after a lil accident they had he swored to never let her out his sight unless they were someone (maids or ysutjas he trusted) watching over her.

I feel like he'd start slowing his pace so Ane was infront of him when walking to other rooms in the ship or he'd just carry her around.

He wouldn't notice he imprinted on her after a few days that he known her, the other yautjas noticed his increased aggressivines when it came to her but didn't dare to say anything. Unlike the maids who seemed to find it amusing and almost cute in a way.

Ane always wakes up in ohmas chest or under his arm, she tends to move a lot in her sleep so whenever ohma felt her presence being a lil too far he would instictively put her close to him even if he is deep in sleep.

Even when he wakes up first he stays in thr room until she's awake, mabey he does stretches idk

She mostly wears her pink dress but unless there was some sort of celebration she would dress in the appropiate outfit. (And not cuz I didn't think into giving her braids, nope, not at all :') )

She isn't scared of Raian unlike other pups, even talks back to him or calls him names when he's being rude or growls at her, but she still is nice to him (sometimes....)

Man litteraly could squish her like a bug but she just unfazed (also ohma throws them hands everytime raian gets a lil too close or makes her cry)

All and all Ohma lover her very much and will litteraly rip the ship apart if anyone dares to take her away or hurt her <333

[gentle-author]

Όταν βοηθάς κάποιον σε ανάγκη, όταν είσαι ερωτευμένος, όταν πιάνεις την ζωή από τα μαλλιά και την κυνηγάς μέχρι τέλους, όταν νιώθεις βαθιά, όταν επιμένεις στους στόχους σου, όταν δεν τα παρατάς, όταν κάνεις τους δίπλα σου να χαμογελούν, όταν έχεις αυτογνωσία, όταν αγαπάς.

Μόνο τότε μπορείς να λέγεσαι άνθρωπος πραγματικά.

Copyright © 2024 Christine Aggeli. All rights reserved.

[dancingwiththoughts]

Attention My Fellow Whump Lovers!

There is a lot of times where I'm writing/drawing/animating something, and I need some tools to make sure it's as accurate as possible, so I figured I'd share some of my favorites.

For medical information, Cleveland Clinic's website is probably my favorite. I absolutely adore the simple format, and it makes it super easy for me to make sure my stuff is accurate.

I've just recently gotten into animation, and I love the app Flipaclip. It's so simple to use, and it's just so nice.

And finally, art. I'm a passionate young artist, and one of my favorite things to do is make fanart in my free time. I don't personally enjoy digital art, but I use my devices for visual references. Generally, if you Google a position or pose, there will be a variety of stock images that will pop up.

I also have found two custom poser apps that have great free options, and are pretty easy to operate.

"Manikin" on the App Store

I hope that this post was helpful to at least one person. Thanks for listening <3

[fulltime-chaos-incarnate]

the messengers of doom–

'the messengers of doom' is an insightful yet humorous spin on hindu mythology, the first book of a series, through the eyes of MC anusha malhotra. this, according to readers, "riveting" and "incredibly entertaining" story brings together gods, myths, monsters and touches universal themes that bring the world together–like love, struggle, and oreos. a compelling novel according to readers–and written at just 15 years old by saanvi khanna, a passionate teen with dreams to change the world with her stories–make sure to put TMOD on your TBR list right now! the book is available on amazon; check out the links in bio. looking forward you can show your kind support and encouragement by reading TMOD, leaving reviews, making fanart/fanfiction and using the tags #themessengersofdoom, and telling all your contacts about it!

[corvis-crimson]

There are two types of writers

Writers that forget to save

And writers like me who hit the save button twice to “make sure” it’s really saved after every paragraph

[ijustreallylikepirates]

real evidence of me when I'm writing:

[chaotic-starlight24]

HEY Y'ALL

So tomorrow I will be spending like 12 straight hours traveling so I'll have plenty of time to do stuff :)

PLEASE SEND ME DRAWING OR FANFICTION REQUESTS SO I CAN ENTERTAIN MYSELF!!!

You want Rocky playing a didgeridoo? I'll try my best

You want to know what I think Soda does in his free time? Ask away!

Do you want to know Jean's interesting opinions on fish? PLEASE ASK!

Just don't be creepy! And don't steal my stuff!

(Btw: I'm traveling to Norway to see my family :)

[double-features]

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE- COOPER DAY x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ cooper day x fem!reader

SUMMARY : moody boyfriend x sunshine partner on halloween real not clickbait!! reader convinces cooper to match halloween costumes with her, and landed on a specific mcr related couples costume! <3

WARNINGS : none! :3

GENRE : spooky (not really) fluff

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“Do we really have to dress up together?"

The hundredth complaint I've heard within the past twenty something minutes of hanging out with Cooper 'I'm too dark and edgy to dress up on Halloween' Day.

Just about a week from now was the best time of the year. The atmosphere of fall, along with the childish joy of being given candy just for wearing a costume.. Truly, there was nothing better than Halloween! The crunching of the leaves underneath my feet and the smell of pumpkin scented candles and the carves jack-o'-lanterns on everyones block along the promenade and... Well, autumn is perfect.

“Please? I don't ask for much!” I whined, practically begging, pleading, just for my boyfriend to stop being a stick in the mud and just do this. As much as I loved Cooper, sometimes his stubbornness angered me. “You know it's my favorite holiday!!”

Situated up on top of his mattress, drowsy from all the weed he had consumed just moments before, the grungey brunette kid I called my own lifted his head to stare up at me as I gave him puppy eyes. He hated to admit it, but he knew he couldn't deny my every request. He was just as smitten as I was, the problem was, he didn't show it. Yet, it was a mutual understanding. We both knew that he struggled with that expression, so I never forced him to do anything he didn't want to.

"It's stupid."

With a dramatic gasp, I slapped my hand against my chest and defensively argued. “You're stupid! Man, I totally hate you sometimes”

“You love me. Don't lie.” A snicker escaped his perfectly kissable lips. Man oh man, I usually let Cooper have his own thoughts, but there was no way in Hell I will be seen with a boy who claims to hate Halloween!

Well, joking, I suppose. Cooper was perfect anyways. It's just that the lack of flair he had was so totally irritating.

But that's besides the point.

My casual pacing around his messy room came to a sudden stop as I shot a peculiar eyebrow raise towards him. I sigh while a lopsided smile tugged at my lips, even if he was a bit lame, he still had a way of making my heart flutter.

“Guilty.”

“I know.” His monotonous response made me giggle, the squeaky noise made his gaze soften, those bloodshot eyes scanned over my figure as he sat up from the laying position hee was in for a majority of our hangout.

“Look, Y/N, why can't we just hang out at my house on Halloween? Binge some scary movies, listen to some of my CD's, eat crappy limited edition treats, y'know?”

Eyes narrowed and arms now crossed over my puffed out chest, a pout formed on my features. I knitted my eyebrows together, bottom margin just slightly more pushed out than my upper one, forming a sort of kissy face.. Truly the picture of a clingy teenage girl who just wants her boyfriend to do one thing for her! Yet, he still wanted to deny my poor ol' heart and tell me he wouldn't partake in my antics. Oh the horror!

“..Pleaseeee? Just for a little bit?”

“If I say yes will you shut up?” Despite his normal cold exterior, I knew he didn't mean any harm in his words. Simply Cooper being Cooper.

“Yes. No. Probably not. I'll... Uhmm... I'll buy you some new eyeliner and a new poster if you agree to do this?” I jumped up onto the bed and sat crossed legged next to the angelic boy. My hand reached over to play with his soft brown locks, fingers smoothly combing through the hair. This action alone made his heart rate pick up.

“Babe. You're broke... Eyeliner, poster, and a couple necklaces. Then we have a deal.” He hummed, flickering his coffee colored eyes away from me to avoid contact. I could see the subtle rosy tint that crept up his normally pale face. He truly had it bad for his girlfriend.

“What poster do you want? Interpol? Simple Plan?”

“My Chemical Romance.”

“My Chemic-- since when do you listen to My Chemical Romance?!” My face completely lit up at the revelation.

“Since I listened to their new album. Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge changed my mind on Gerard Way. Besides, you like them. So I figured I would give them a chance. They remind me of you..” He sort of mumbled his words towards the end, as if he was scared of sounding sappy. I loved the sappiness.

Before I could even have time to think, I threw my arms around him and planted a peck on his cheek. He couldn't hide the smile on his face as you did so. “Okay! Deal! I'll get you that stuff. Oh, thank you Cooper! Mwah mwah!!”

"Love you.” Awkwardly wrapping his arms around me to return the embrace, he plopped his head on top of my head and rubbed up and down the small of my back.

“Love you more!”

“Impossible.”

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Halloween day..

As soon as I finished up the last splatter of fake blood on my flowy white dress, I stepped back to admire my work. Thank God Cooper agreed to this, I look great! Homemade costumes were always way funner than those crappy ones that Spirit Halloween sold. Which, happy I chose something niche that Spirit wasn't selling. It just gave me an excuse to create a costume for both me and my boyfriend!

After a couple days of coming up with different ideas, me and Cooper finally had settled on something he would be willing to wear for me. The brainstorming process was grueling, it seemed like every single offer was declined by Cooper.

Edward Scissorhands and Kimberly? Nope! Cooper didn't want to look freakier than he already did.

Beetlejuice and Lydia? Nuh uh. He didn't want to be some old creepy ghost and a teenage girl with his girlfriend. That was weird to him.

Julie and Randy? Not at all. Cooper hated that stupid movie, something about a punk Nicolas Cage just seemed to anger my boyfriend.

Jack and Wendy? Too basic.

Jason Dean and Veronica? I think you get the point by now. Practically every idea I gave was shot down, until the day I delivered the poster I had bought for Cooper in return for doing this couples costume with me.

That's where I came up with the perfect idea; the lovers on the album cover. After all, Cooper said he enjoyed the band now, and it was an easy enough costume to accomplish.. So, here we were!

I stared at myself in my mirror, Cooper in the other room getting himself ready for the night. He decided to come to my house for this, because he knew that if Natalie, or really anybody in his family saw that he was doing a matching costume with his girl? He would not be hearing the end of it.

Reaching into my mirror cabinet, I called out to the boy in the other room. I still haven't seen what he looked like, and he hasn't seen me yet. I already got the white foundation on, but I knew for sure I would need help with the blood. “Baaaabe! Can you come help me with the makeup?”

No response. At first I wondered if he didn't hear me, but as soon as I opened my mouth to yell for him again, the door pushed open.

And immediately, my jaw went slack. The sight of Cooper in the suit? It was stunning. He was literally the most ravishing I had ever seen him before. Eyes widened, I caught myself staring at him for a bit too long. Who can blame me? My boyfriend was total eye candy, even if he didn't realize it.

“You look..” I began, but he cut me off before I could finish my praise.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He approached me and planted a hand on my shoulder. A bright simper spread across my face as I whipped my head to the side to look at him face to face. “What did you need help with?”

“The blood, I don't trust myself enough to do it myself.”

“And you trust me?” His tone was jokingly skeptical. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the best mood he has been in for a good while. Even earlier at school today, he was his usual smarmy self. Yet, now, he seemed rather happy. I could only hope it's because me and him were spending our first Halloween together.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” I repeated again, the same energy I usually gave whilst talking to Cooper. A lot of people thought we were an unusual couple. A conventionally pretty ball of sunshine with a scrawny, mysterious, emo stoner? Yet, we always found a way to prove to others that we were the perfect match.

Which, we were. Y/N L/N and Cooper Day against the world. Tonight was going to be so perfect, I could already anticipate it. He claimed he wanted to only go to a few houses, but we both knew that wouldn't be the case. “Just help me get this fake blood on, idiot.”

“Ask kindly.” With a dimples smirk, he sarcastically denied my demand for assistance.

“Please?”

“Alright, I suppose. You really do look gorgeous, by the way. I don't know if I say that enough.” The compliment made all the heat rise to my cheeks. Cooper was rarely ever a cheesy guy, but when he was, it was always the most genuine affection I've ever heard.

“And you do too, baby. Now stop stalling!”

And with that, he took a seat next to me, and applied the fake red substance to my face. His intense stare as he focused was so..

Perfect. Tonight was going to be so perfect. Spending my favorite holiday with my favorite person in the world was perfect. And all it costed was eyeliner, a necklace, and a My Chemical Romance poster.

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A/N : this was actually shit, i a total of zero hours of sleep last night and my mind was genuinely blanking the entire time i wrote this. anyways, first fic posted to tumblr! wowzers!

[nymusings]

Have I told you I love you yet? No? I suppose I got too distracted, by saying it in as many ways as the dictionary allowed yet perpetually missing the mark.

we writers -- we're strange in that way where we make simple things complex using odd verbiage, tricky tenors and shaky vehicles, mindbending the reader trying to make sense of it before they snap and say the nonsensical was intentional, bargaining with ostranenie, pointing out details that don't matter -- that never did -- but that mattered to us enough to write about them, not caring how we may overwhelm.

We write whole poems and paragraphs and love songs about that one insignificant detail. It's our way of saying that we see you.

But often, we stare at the crook in someone's smile for too long. They won't think you're admiring the genuineness, the unabashedness, the softness of their sunset lips curled upwards too much one way making your own unique smile feel much less insecure and together you share happiness. That is the detail you love; the solar eclipse smile that you write poems about. But they will think you are staring at their teeth. Maybe there's food stuck between them, or maybe you want to kiss but are too afraid to say it. And as the awkwardness stirs, you think, 'Maybe I should show you my poetry. 'Maybe I should explain that 'I am thinking of the best way to say 'that your smile is like the Sun 'and I am your Icarus.' But all you do is stare, and you look dumb.

Maybe you should just get it over with and say: 'I love you. It's as simple as that. And I'm not going to write a poem about it.'

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she gotta be included tho (the pupper too)

Only cuz u said pls uwu

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Art of my OC, Tyler Yue, the main characater in the queer-mlm-crime solving book I’m writing titled “It all came crashing down”

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Total time taken : 1 hour 28 minutes

Watched / listened while drawing: Supernatural season 6

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