So excited to post the art I’ve done for the Dirk Gently Big Bang, and more specifically, for elijahwoodnot’s beautiful fic, “Tall Clear Letters”. It’s been such a pleasure working with Lij, and their fic (which, by the way, is about how Dirk catalogues Todd’s many different blushes, and does a decent bit of blushing himself, so: get on it) is so sweet and heartfelt and well-written!! I couldn’t have asked for a better assignment.
He pulled back sharply, gulping air hungrily and taking the opportunity to study the post-kiss sensations flittering over Todd’s face–
Todd’s face, which was growing redder by the moment.
The bright flush had started on his cheekbones, but quickly spread over his petite nose and crept into the spaces in between. Dirk felt his eyes widen as he watched the progression in fascination, tilting his head to the side and losing himself in the study. By the time Todd’s eyes had fluttered open, the heat had crept up and into his ears, tinting their tips a bright, enticing pink that Dirk had to roughly tear his gaze away from.
He looked small - small and unsure and everything that Dirk never wanted to see Todd looking again….Dirk watched with a sinking heart as a bright red flush began to slowly creep up Todd’s neck, painting his ears a deep, embarrassed red before moving to cover his face.
Dirk, having frozen for a brief moment in utter shock, quickly recovered himself and wrapped his own arms firmly around Todd’s waist, squeezing as tightly as he dared and feeling his own breath escape his lungs with a whoosh.
“I’d hoped–” he murmured, the words sounding choked even to his own ears, “I hope it makes you happy. Happier…and I’m sorry.”
“You idiot,” Todd muttered back immediately, fiercely, tightening his hands in the fabric of Dirk’s coat and holding him longer and tighter than Dirk could ever remember really being held, “you absolute idiot. You make me happy.”
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Okay y’all, this was the only way I found to post this challenge so… be nice.
I was tagged by @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie and @highlady-casandra to the SJM Accent Challeng and I recorded it 3 times. Not joking. The first one was a mess and I hated it. The second one was ruined by my uncle calling me during the record and this is the third. Was still too big for tumblr, so I had to use soundcloud. I had to create an account for this, so this is how invested I was in posting and being a part of this challenge. The questions are bellow:
While I was watching @therealjacksepticeye play The Joy of Creation: Story Mode, I was playing around with Snapchat. First I found Anti, then towards the end, Jack was upset that it took away the free roam mode. I just wanted to let him know that it still has free roam mode, just in the levels after the first. I think the first level is the only one without free roam.
so the other day, some friends and i were discussing dumb shit we’ve done at work before, and i feel like y'all would appreciate the story of how 19-year-old me decided she fucking hated the service industry for a minute and couldn’t keep her mouth shut:
i know i’ve mentioned that i work at a theme park, and at the time this happened, i was the supervisor for a section of the park with a roller coaster.
my partner and i get a call that we need to go to the coaster because there’s a woman with a kid who is OBVIOUSLY too short trying to get into line for the ride. the rule is that if they’re too short, we don’t let them in the line, because usually their parents try to put them on anyway.
anyway, we get there and tell her, ‘yeah, sorry no. he’s way too short, maybe next time buddy, eat your veggies har har har,’ you know, the usual lighten-the-mood jokes.
so this mom is like NOPE and drags her son through the line anyway yelling about how he’s GETTING ON THIS RIDE GODDAMMIT.
i’m a pretty patient person. but at that point, she threw the challenge, ya know? so me and my partner look at each other and i’m like, “oh HELL no,” and we immediately march up to the station. these rules exist for a reason, man, and we don’t even make them! the manufacturer does!
we get there, spot her in line, she sees us, and the gauntlet is thrown. we know what she’s doing, she knows what we’re doing and we’re all just standing there staring each other down. she and the kid are next in line, and i’m trying to keep it on the low so we don’t make a scene, so i just kinda shake my head at her to let her know it’s not happening.
she glares at me, grabs his hand, and drags him into the seat.
look, i’m patient, but i’m also petty. i tell the team they’re not riding, but i let her sit him down, sit herself down, and then close their harnesses before i walk up and tell her no AGAIN, and have the harnesses opened to take them off.
she, of course, just starts screaming at me about how dare i tell a child no, look how devastated he is (he was just chillin, he didn’t care), and how i’m a terrible person and nobody will ever love me.
i’m like, “well, again, we could have avoided this if you had listened at the entrance. we don’t set the height requirement, it’s to keep him safe.”
she straight up says, “WELL I’M GONNA GET THE RULE CHANGED. YOU DON’T KNOW WHO I AM. MY DADDY SIGNS YOUR PAYCHECKS.”
i was so done, y'all. my brain had shut itself down by the end, the whole station of people is just watching this play out, i’m hot, i’m ready to go eat lunch, and i’m irritated.
so my dumb ass looks her dead in the eye and says, “well i have direct deposit, so.”