I am still tied up with a lot of stuff - trying to finish my master program as well as other drawing items that I need to finish. So all I can get out today is a quick sketch of Screen with a slice of cake!
Happy birthday Screen - I hope I can put more focus on you after college is complete.
“He wasn’t the only one, Mulder. Just the only one where I got caught.”
“What? Who? I don’t know what you’re–”
“No, not caught — that implies I’ve done something wrong, which I have not. I mean — the only one in which my privacy was breached.”
“Which — which exit are we supposed to take —”
“Exit 42, it’s not for miles and miles. I’m not — I know this may not fit with the way you see me, but I’ve never been cut out for celibacy. I have needs, and I’m not ashamed of that.”
“So — what, you just rack up an endless list of one-night stands? Every time you get the itch, you expose yourself to all that danger —”
“Not that this should matter to you, but it’s not an ‘endless list,’ Mulder. Fewer than ten since I’ve known you. And thank you for your concern, but I am very, very careful—”
“Until last week, yeah.”
“I’m going to let that go right now, because you’re trying to distract me, and I need you to hear this.”
“Forgive me if I don’t want to hear a blow-by-blow recitation of your secret sexual escapades—”
“Neither of us need me to go into the details. But the thing is, Mulder — the energy can only build for so long before I have to do something about it —”
“So why don’t you just — get a boyfriend or something? Some nice stable asshole with a nice stable job who won’t try to KILL YOU when —”
“That’s my point. That’s exactly my point. I don’t want a nice stable asshole hanging around my apartment, or anybody else even semi-permanent, I’m already com— look, I find men, partners, for sex, when I’m sick enough of my own imagination, not to mention my own hands. And it’s fair to say I have a type, do you understand what I’m saying?”
“You — you just want sex, nothing else? No — no conversation, no watching movies on the couch, no waking up late and going to find bagels?”
“It’s EXACTLY the ‘everything else’ that I’m … goddammit, you’re dense.”
“Oh — hey, why are you crying? Here — shit, here take this —”
“Frustration! GOD. How can you not understand this? I want what I can’t have, so I take what I can get. I don’t want to tangle up my physical needs with the rest of it, not with them! Because …”
“Because what? Why not, Scully?”
“Here, let go of my hand — that’s our exit coming up.”
so i bought this weird wooden wind up guitar player while i was in london and he was looking a bit plain so i decided to paint it and turn him into billie joe from woodstock 94 ✨he actually moves his arms and everything
"You have three seconds to explain to me where he is before I make you regret waking up today," she whispered venomously.
Sorry for taking so long! I had a busy week beginning >_<
“You have three seconds to explain to me where he is before I make you regret waking up today,” she whispered venomously.
Nino gulped, trying to keep from shivering. Marinette was the sweetest human being in the history of ever, but frankly, she was downright terrifying when she wanted too. And now, it was one of those moments when she wanted to make everybody piss their pants out of fear.
“He is in the spare bedroom and Marinette, you hehe, shouldn’t go in there you see… “ Nino ate his words at the glare she gave him.
Marinette moved around him and went straight to the spare bedroom, slamming the door open.
“ADRIEN AGRESTE IF YOU DON’T WANT ME ANYMORE YOU COULD HAVE THE DECENCY TO BREAK UP WITH ME NOT CHEAT… on… me?” Marinette’s shouts died in her throat at the sight before her.
Adrien was in the middle of the bedroom surrounded by ballons, confetti bags and lots of other party decorations. She could basically see his not present cat ears lower and his tail drop.
“You thought I was cheating on you?” he asked in a whisper.
Marinette let her shoulders drop. “I’m sorry, but you were so secretive and acted oddly and you know me, I just assumed the worst. What are all these for?”
Adrien sighed. “Well, your birthday is coming and I just wanted to make you a surprise but… “ he shrugged.
Marinette slapped her face. “Shit, I’m an idiot sandwich, I’m so sorry, minou. I should have never thought you’d cheat on me.”
Adrien made his way between ballons and came to her and pulled her into a hug. “It’s okay, Buginette.”
Marinette sighed. “So, I guess I ruined the surprise.”
Adrien smiled mischievously against her hair. “Hm, don’t feel sad about it. I’m sure we can work something to make up for it.”
Marinette looked up at him suspiciously. “Am I going to regret this?”