She was beautiful.
There was no denying it.
But she wasn’t that kind of beautiful that made everyone turn,
Or took everyones breath away when she entered the room.
Her beauty was hidden,
But once you’ve seen it she becomes nothing but beautiful.
Shes the kind of beautiful that keeps you up at night,
The kind that makes you love every part of her.
Some people may not see it,
And you know she can’t,
But she’s beautiful.
Theres no denying it.
At some conventions there are artist-related events because literally every nerdy fandom attracts a number of artists in various stages of aspiration. One such event at Indy Pop Con was the Drink ‘n’ Draw- where we all met up at Scotty’s for brews and had a drawing session.
I didn’t really read the blurb, I just kind of wanted to hang out with other artists and talk about cats. So I did certainly not know that it was a competition- first prize gets a free artist’s table at next year’s show. Runners up get a bag of goodies with a sketch book and some nice pens. Judge faves get a sketch commission.
Now I am not a competitive person. Like… I’ll participate in friendly competition if it’s a thing I like doing, but I’m not in it to win it. So I was just like… pff whatever, I’ll make someone else look good.
But you have to adhere to a theme. And this year’s theme was ‘The Last Battle.’
And it could be anything you want within that theme. Mostly they were looking at things like storytelling, composition, and technique.
I wasted about fifteen minutes of the hour and a half that we had, trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I’m awful at open-ended themes all the time and I mentally rattled off a list of subjects that would be good to work with before I finally landed on one that I wanted to do.
Barney the Purple Dinosaur.
And I know what you’re thinking:
But literally every kid I know grew up twisting the theme song to Barney and turning it into some morbid collection of ways to end the dinosaur’s reign of terror and all of them involved tying him to a tree.
‘With a knife in his back and a gun to his head-
Woopsie-daisy, Barney’s dead.’
And I figured like… since I’m not really here to win, I’m at least gonna have a good time. So I skipped past the pencil stage and went straight for the sharpies and went to town on this piece of paper.
And I was not gonna hold back.
With ten minutes left, the event runner walks by my table and has this ‘what in the fuck is this’ look on his face.
“You know… like in the song?”
Okay so this is the first person I have met in my life that has not indulged in the honored past-time of recounting the Death of Barney through song. So I start singing the song and he’s still just a wee bit perturbed.
He walks away, shaking his head, but he’s definitely amused by it.
Time is up, drawings are in.
I’m just chillin’ over in my corner with a Pepsi and one of the other artists at my table keeps eyeing the judges because she came to WIN. She nudges me and she’s like “they keep looking at yours, man.”
“They’re probably trying to dry it off because I spilled Pepsi on it.”
“I dunno… they look intrigued.”
Intrigued is an… intriguing word to describe the faces they were making at my hot mess of a doodle.
The winners have been decided.
They get through their personal faves and start listing the runners up. The artist that was checking the judge reactions got one of the judge’s favorites prizes. My girlfriend gets a runner-up for hers. They get to the last one of the runners-up and say:
“Okay, this one came REALLY close.” He holds up a drawing. “Who did this one?”
My hand shot straight up.
“Is that… is that BARNEY?”
“OH GOD WHY?”
“What the fuck?”
I am SHOCKED at this point because what kind of a childhood did y’all have? A fucking nurturing one? “Come on guys, it’s like that song. You know… tie barney to a tree…”
So that’s how I won a free sketchbook and came to be known as the chick that ruined everyone’s childhood at Drink’ n’ Draw.
And I suspect I might have actually won the table if I’d made it clearer that the shadowy figure walking off into the sunset is Baby Bop.
Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language
A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.
“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”
You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”
“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”
You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.
Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.
You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”
star gazing into the night, torn up journals, thin tipped pens sharp enough to stab someone with, messy buns, vanilla and cinnamon wafting through the air, writing on their arms, silver rings
pin straight hair, mint leaves and roses, waking up at midnight and dawn alike, silky blankets, pristine books, fairy lights instead of Christmas ones, sweetened coffee drinks
drawing and painting on the walls, the summer sun, curls falling into their faces, thick knit sweaters, bicycles, flowery and citrus perfume, pillows on the floor, organized notes from class
wild braids, unbuttoned flannel shirts, tea cups filled to the brim, burning wood, swimming at sunset, skipping, hipster glasses creating ridges in their noses, pastries in fancy boxes
These common 4 phrases will undoubtedly be said many times in a women’s life. They start when youre young. Not young enough to be able to cry to mommy, but enough to feel the need to convince people that you truly are okay. Because to cry is to show defeat. Hurt and anguish are just like the plus 4 cards in uno. Everyone can get dealt bad cards, but if you loose your poker face, you’re sure to fail. And to show emotion: true emotion is to loose at the game of life. ”