creative lips

oil painting; cautionary regulations

  • you don’t need every colour in the world
  • always make sure to have cleaner!!
  • the first few layers don’t need to be perfect
  • start small and expand
  • layer layer layer
  • you don’t have to be the best artist to make something beautiful
Distraction*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature
Summary: Reader is bored and wants to cure it by distracting her boyfriend.
Word Count: 1.4k
Genre: Mild smut
Warnings: long steamy make out session and it also involves some slight dry humping.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Stepping inside the shared living room of the building, determined to cure your boredom, you spotted your boyfriend sitting on a couch and reading some reports of the last assignment.

Glenn Miller’s soft music - Steve’s favorite - filled the room and relaxed the ambient air while the rest of the Avengers was minding their own business outside the facility and- therefore had left you both. All alone with Steve Rogers.

Walking over the super soldier, you sneaked behind the couch, landing your hands on his shoulders and you massaged the tightness of his muscles, earning some satisfying groans.

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Storms

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Pairing: Analogical (Platonic)

CW: Astraphobia (fear of storms), kid fic, doll photo (Einstein doll)

Logic was getting himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink when he heard it. 

He supposed it wasn’t surprising he’d missed it at first: though it was late and the interior of the commons was quiet, there was a storm rumbling outside in the mindscape, and the combined sounds of the thunder and the rain had effectively masked the quiet sobbing before. 

But he could hear it now. He frowned, setting his glass of water aside and walking back into the darkened commons. There, he paused, listening, and–

A flash of lightning revealed a lump on the couch, hidden beneath the quilt. It was moving a little, and after the accompanying boom of thunder, Logic heard the soft, terrified whimpers coming from beneath it. 

He frowned, pushing his glasses up on his nose. 

“Who is there, please?” he asked clearly and carefully. 

The blankets froze and the sobbing stopped abruptly.

“There’s no use trying to hide,” Logic informed the blankets. “I already saw you moving and heard you crying so I know you’re there.”

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Carry on

Pairing: Carl x reader

A/N- This is inspired by the song carry on by Fun. Please don’t hate me after this. It’s my first time writing like this! Oh yeah and it’s my first Shameless piece so if you like it and think I should do more tell me!


If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.

Tough. The word everyone thinks when you hear the name Carl Gallagher. But I know that’s not all he is. Considering I have known him my whole life. Yes, he is tough, but he is so much more than that.

“(Y/N) wanna come over after school?” Carl asks while he lays his head on the locker next to mine. “Yeah of course!” I say as Carl puts his arm around my waist and we walk to class. Well more like I walk to class but Carl just walks past the room and out of the doors.
After school I wait for Carl to meet me at our usual place— by the front steps— , but he never comes. I figure that he never came back to school so, I just walk over to his house.
When I walk in I see Monica sleeping on the couch. Monica never liked me but I never liked her so I guess it’s a hate-Hate situation.
Up the stairs I go and into Carl’s room and, see him laying on his bed just starring at the ceiling. “So, I see Monica’s back. How long do you think she is going to stay this time ?” I ask him while i climb into the bed with him.
“I hope only for a day. But, most likely until she steals something or finds something better to do.” He says with a slight frown on his face and, a sad look in his eyes.
He holds me tighter to his chest and cuddles me into his chest. “How long has she been here?” I ask looking up at him. “Not long she was here when I got home. I tried to get her up but she wouldn’t so I just gave up.” He sighs.
“It’s cool. Just carry on. Act like she isn’t even there. To try and soften the blow when she does leave.” I suggest lightly.
“you know what would make it even better? If you stayed with me.” Carl said smirking.
“I will stay with you but, not in the way you are suggesting” I chuckle.
“Works for me!” He says. Then he positions himself to where his head is laying on my chest and he is holding me like a 3 year old would hold a teddy.
I don’t know how carl can be so cool with his parents just in and out how they are. So, Yeah he is tough but sometimes I can tell it gets to him. But sometimes you just have to carry on.