baby's face though


Jay & Evie protecting each other

jointhefight  asked:

6 years messed me up pretty bad man................. can you draw Alex and John a happy ending?

**Some spoilers of 6 Years ahead**

A  happy(ish) ending, without changing the ending!

The lyrics/mood are based off this song~

(P.S. Hearing about how much people enjoy 6 Years/how much the ending impacted them makes me so happy, guys. It feels good to know I made something at least a couple peeps found worthwhile. So thank you; thank you so much ;3; )

(…buuuut I am sorry the ending makes people sad; it makes me sad too T^T)

I have this horrible, wonderful headcannon that Laurent at one point breaks down into tears in front of Damen, thinking that he’s dirty after what happened with him and his uncle… and that Damen just tilts his head up gently and says that he loves him… no matter what happened in his past.

I’m not crying. You’re crying. I’m headcannon trash. I know. Goodnight. 

amazingspaceship  asked:

Karkat, F7?

Anonymous said:  F7 jack noir


For the rest of his life, without conscious thought, Karkat Noir will close his left eye when he’s giving somebody the death-glare.  This is absolutely not because of his dad’s badass missing eye and the hundreds of times Jack turned the one-eye-death-glare on somebody for messing with his son.  Of course.  Nothing to do with that at all.

Drunk Argumentes - Grayson




It had to be about four in the morning and only just know was I hearing the door opening. I was behind mad at this point. I was pissed. Not only because he is probably drunk. But also because he fucking skipped our anniversary even though I threw so many hints at him to get drunk.

I got up from our shared bed and walked towards the door with my arms crossed watching him as he was stumbling around. He heard the floor creek under my feet and shot his head up and looked at me. “Hey babe.” He said laughing before coughing. I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t ‘Hey babe’ me.” I said with some sass. “What’s up your vagina.” He chuckled going towards me a bit. “Nothing besides you going out to get drunk instead of spending our anniversary together.” I said calmly even though I wanted to kill him right now.

“Our anniversary isn’t today bitch.” He spat at me. I was taken back at that he just called me a bitch. He said it before but in a joking way but now I somewhat filed like he meant it. “Your a fucking idiot Grayson we got married three years ago on the 6th! Not the fucking 7th or fucking 8th!” I yelled losing my calmness.

I saw him pick his hand up deciding whether not to hit me or not. “Go on then Grayson hit me! You won’t lay a finger on me.” I yelled/screamed. I was wrong though. His hand collided with my face and I fell to the ground from how hard it was. I looked up at him with tears forming in my eyes. But he still stood there. His stone cold eyes still the same since he came home.

“What the fuck! Why did you hit me!” I yelled slowly getting back up. “Because your fucking yelling cunt!” He yelled back at me. “I’m sorry but I have the right to be mad and scream!” I yelled at him. “No you fucking don’t Y/n! Our anniversary is fucking tomorrow bitch!” He yelled pushing me onto the ground and kicking me.

“Some kind of husband you are.” I mumbled crying. “What was that bitch?” Grayson asked picking me up from the hair. “Grayson stop your hurting me!” I whined. He rolled his eyes. “Go get me a drink bitch!” He spat at me. Letting go of my hair dropping me on the floor once again. “I’m not your bitch!” I screamed running away from him into the bathroom and closing/locking the door behind me and fell down crying against it.

I fell asleep there on the cold bathroom floor after hours of just crying and banging on the door. My body was in pain from the amount of pain Grayson had caused me. 

“Y/n open the damn door!” Grayson yelled on the other side. But I ignored him and sat still crying into my bare legs that had bruises starting to form. “Stop being bitch Y/n! Open the damn door!” I still didn’t budge at his yells.

The next morning ~~~

There was a knock on the bathroom door that woke me and the voice that hurt me last night. “Y/n baby are you in there?” His voice soften and sweeten from last night. I didn’t say anything though. “Baby can I come in?” He then asked. But I still didn’t move. He let out a sigh and left.

I still laid on the floor though. But I knew Grayson was going to find a way in. He always does. I heard that he came back from the jiggling of the door and it opening. “Shit.” He mumbled knowing he caused this. I didn’t look at his face though. “Baby I am so so so so so sorry with all of my heart. Oh my gosh baby. Please please please talk to me.” He said with some cracks in his voice.

I still didn’t move. I saw him come over and hop in the tub with me where I was laying and wrapped his arms around me. “Baby I’m so sorry i’ll make it up to you. I promise and I promise to never get drunk or even hurt you again.” He said. I looked up at him and saw he was crying. I laid my head against his chest and wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer.