eye studys

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At first glance Xayah kinda looks like Ahri in the splash art so I ended up doing a face study thing for my personal use. I got carried away.

where adrien flirts
  • so adrien has a little problem: he likes marinette. like he really, honest-to-god likes her, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. his track record with girls isn’t so stellar. after he confessed his feelings to ladybug as chat noir, she calmly turned him down and admitted she liked someone else. so as nino would say, without a lady to tie him down, adrien agreste is single and ready to mingle
  • but he’s always been single?? and what does mingle even mean?? like, nino, what the hell, dude?? help a man out. 
  • so nino sits him down and explains how to get his crush. with his previous crush, nino tells him, adrien obviously didn’t do it right, and that’s why she turned him down (nino doesn’t know it was ladybug, and he just likes to think adrien was crushing on a supermodel who was totally out of even his league). 
  • nino: “you gotta flirt, man. the ladies love a dude who’s chill and cool and confident. you gotta rock it and own it. you got this.”
    adrien: “but how? every time I go to her, she looks at me, and I can’t… make my words work.”
    nino: “….you two are perfect for each other.”
    adrien: “what?”
    nino: “what?”
  • nino gives him an article with a few tips for flirting. this shouldn’t be too bad, and hey, it worked on alya, nino swears by it. so with 10 Flirting Techniques That Are Garunteed to Work on Women on his mind, adrien is determined to woo the ladies.
  • 1. set the stage with the “soft stare”: so all he had to do was stare at marinette as deeply as possible whenever they had a conversation while maintaining a calm and relaxed expression. marinette likes to stutter and stammer her ways through her words, and he couldn’t blame her, because he lost control when he tried to talk to her as well, and usually her antics made him smile and laugh. but according to the tips, he wasn’t allowed to.
  • it’s all good for a week or so, until nino pulls him aside and asks why he looks like he’s plotting how to murder marinette in her sleep like some type of serial killer every time he talks to her. 
  • he stops talking to her after that. alya tracks him down a few days later and whacks him upside the head for making her best friend cry by ignoring her. adrien goes back to talking to marinette as normally as possible after that because it’s better to talk to her as friends than invoke his “killer smile” while trying to flirt.
  • 2. be vague and leave her wanting more: adrien has this in the bag. he knows how to skirt around a topic, but that’s just because he has to make sure he kept his secret identity as a superhero of Paris a… secret. being vague is one of his best talents, it also helps with those stupid paparazzi who always follow him. the article offers some suggests: tell her you know a secret about her, tell her there’s something interesting about her and you can’t put your finger on it, tell her that’s she exactly your type but don’t tell her what you type actually is, etc. he spends most of the night plotting his exact words, and the next day, when he sees marinette, it just comes spilling out…
  • adrien: “i know your secret, marinette.”
    marinette: “…what?”
    well shit, adrien thought, the article didn’t tell him what happened after this.
    adrien: “…i know it. your secret… i knew there was something about you that i couldn’t put my finger on.”
    marinette: “…wait, so you know? ohmygodthiscan’tbehappening,ohmygod, how did you figure it out???”
  • adrien wasn’t sure what to do after this point, so like the article said, he leaves her wanting more and nopes the fuck outta there, cha-cha sliding out of the classroom and bolting down the hallway before she could catch him.
  • 3. the sensual look: once a girl is comfortable around you, give her a mischievous look that makes her think. the article (and nino) never really explain what the girl will think about, but adrien totally supports girl empowerment and helping those smart cookies get the best grades and brilliance recognition they deserve. if a mischievous smile is all it takes, then he’s more than happy to help.
  • he flashes her a quirky smirk in Madame Bustier’s lecture, marinette notices and freezes up. he thinks he did it wrong when nino just leans closer and says, “you broke marinette.”
  • adrien apologizes after class and swears he’ll never break her again. marinette just mumbles, “you can break me anytime.”
  • adrien thinks it’s counterproductive. 
  • 4. the surprise wink: whenever you pass her, just wink after you lock eyes, nino says, she won’t expect it and it’ll surprise her but give her the clear and distinct message that you are flirting with her. adrien wants marinette to know he likes her and wants to flirt with he rand wants to date her and just be with her, so he winks every time he gets. 
  • they see each other in class? wink he catches her eyes while they study for physics? wink they talk about madame bustier’s homework? wink she asks him for his opinion on her designs? wink 
  • at first, she giggles. after two weeks, she presents him with a bottle of over-the-counter artificial tears for his “eye twitch.” he stops winking after that and doesn’t talk to nino for the rest of the day.
  • 5. the playful bump: playful actions, like bumping, will definitely make a girl smile. 
  • adrien: “but nino, i could hurt her.”
    nino: “no, my dude, she knows you’re teasing.”
    adrien: “i don’t care if she knows. what if i knock her over?”
    nino: “no, you don’t do it hard, you just–”
    adrien: “what if she falls over and breaks her nose? i don’t wanna break her nose, nino. she has a cute nose.”
    nino: “adrien, you’re not gonna break her–”
    adrien: “niNO
  • 6. the understatement: understate the compliments you give her, okay, okay, adrien can do this. it’s simple.
  • adrien: “marinette, your eyes are blue… like avatar’s skin. just blue.. all over.. it’s great. not the brightest blue, but not the darkest. just blue. you have blue eyes, marinette.”
    marinette: *is speechless*
    nino: “…you nailed that, adrien.”
    adrien: “oh thanks, nino.”
  • 7. the double negative, “i don’t think you’re not beautiful”: 
    adrien: “but i do think she’s beautiful.”
    nino: “i know, you’re telling her that.”
    adrien: “but you just said i don’t think she’s beautiful?”
    nino: “no, no, you said you don’t think she’s not beautiful, so ergo you think she is beautiful.”
    adrien: “…grammar hurts my head, nino.”
    nino: “i know, my dude, i understand.”
  • 8. the sensual tease, tease her for liking you: okay, but adrien doesn’t know if marinette likes him like that? nino swears she does, and alya says so too, but it still makes him feel bad for teasing her. so he doesn’t tease her and just keeps doing stuff like he normally does, like walking her home from school and helping her study physics and giving her advice for her designs and keeping a stash of food for her on the mornings she runs late and he knows she didn’t have breakfast yet.
  • nino rolls his eyes, but adrien doesn’t care. his momma didn’t raise no hooligan. no, if he was going to flirt with marinette, at least he can be a gentleman about it.
  • 9. the moniker: giving her a cute nickname will let her know how special she is. adrien spends a week thinking about it, and nino gives him a few suggestions, but he doesn’t listen. if he’s giving marinette a nickname, it has to be something he does because it’ll let her know she’s special to him.
  • a few days later, he slips up and calls her “princess” because she’s pretty, sweet, smart, likes pink, and is a natural born leader just like a royal. marinette freezes when he calls her that, but she smiles and laughs eventually. she seems to like it, and he keeps doing it. it’s fitting, he supposes, for someone like her. marinette, his princess.
  • does that mean he gets to be her knight?
  • nino calls him a nerd.
  • 10. tell her how you feel: it’s the last step, and adrien agonizes over it for days. it can’t really be as simple as nino makes it out to be, but then again, his best friend has been dating a pretty sweet gal for months, so it obviously worked for him. adrien broods over it for a while, and alya warns him not to ignore marinette for days again, and he swears he isn’t. he’s just trying to find his courage. why oh why is it so much easier to face an akuma with certain death hanging over his head than tell a girl how he really feels?
  • marinette decides to take matters into her own hands, which he isn’t really surprised by because she usually is a head-strong, independent female. what he is surprised by is when ladybug swings into his bedroom window and transforms into marinette right before his very eyes.
  • marinette: “why are you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?”
    adrien: *adrien.exe has stopped working*
    marinette: “…adrien?”
    adrien: “…you’re… ladybug?!”
    marinette: “yeah, i know. you know. we’ve been over this–”
    adrien: “nononoNO, we most certainly haven’t.”
    marinette: *marinette.exe has stopped working*
    adrien: “…marinette?”
    marinette: “I… but you said you knew my secret.”
    adrien: “I WAS BEING VAGUE.”
    marinette: “WHY?!”
    adrien: “IVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU.”
    marinette: “…you have?”
    adrien: “well, i was trying–”
  • plagg: *pops out of adrien’s pocket* “oh, are we trading secrets?”
    tikki: *pops out of marinette’s bag* “I think so?”
    plagg: *holds out paw to marinette* “fine. im plagg, i turn him into chat noir. nice to finally meet you. i’m glad you guys are finally telling each other, it’s been so tiring listening to him mooning over you. do you have any cheese?”
    marinette: “…you’re chat noir?”
    adrien: *dies*

so marinette and adrien are dating now, so in a way he thinks his plan worked? that doesn’t stop marinette from asking him how he thought he’d been flirting, so he tells her nino’s tips. she laughs for a week straight. that’s the last time he ever listens to nino.

an adrien version of this post. some people asked for an adrien version, it’s not directly a sequel, but still another au. just two nerds trying to flirt and failing spectacularly. 

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Right now I’m working on an essay about Eyes Wide Shut (dir. Stanley Kubrick, 1999) and its origin text, Arthur Schntizler’s Dream Story (1926). I’m discussing the texts through close readings focused on psychoanalysis, dreams and the unconscious, and how that informs sexuality in both the film and the novella.

* Study - Cullen’s Eyes *

The first installment in a series of studies intended to make me better at drawing Cullen by actually forcing me to understand his facial features, rather than just replicating a screenshot. \o/ These are mostly for me, but I also wanted to share them in case someone else finds them helpful. :)

For the first one, I decided to start with my favorite feature - eyes. I love drawing eyes so much; a lot of character lies in the eyes, and it’s important to get them right, or that character is lost.

As far as I can tell, Cullen has classic “hooded” eyes. In these types of eyes, the lid may be partially visible or almost completely concealed, either by sagging skin above the brow or by the brow bone itself. In Cullen’s case, it’s the actual bone, as his eyes are deeply set into the sockets, and his skin is pretty tight.

You can tell this by seeing how the line of the lid merges with the line of the brow bone not far from the inner corners of his eyes. The space between the bone and the top of the lid on the inside corner forms a sort-of sideways “V” shape, and then the rest of the line delineates both the lid and the brow bone.

Do note that he doesn’t really have “downturned” eyes, it just looks that way due to the downward arc of his eyelid. If you were to draw a line from the outer corner to the inner corner, you could see that his eyes are actually turned up very slightly.

Cullen does have faint squint lines at the corners of his eyes, one in line with the eyelid and the other slightly below. His bottom lid also protrudes a little bit, with a distinct downwards-sloping line under his eye. The rim of the orbital socket itself is also noticeable, especially close to his nose.

His brows are arched, almost  so-called “S-shaped,” and this is made more prominent when he raises them. They’re thickest right above the eye and at the inner corners; the outer corners taper and become less dense fairly quickly. They’re not super thick or thin. They are also fairly low and close to the eyes.

As far as placement, Cullen’s eyes are pretty much right smack at “idealistic” proportions, with approximately one eye width in between them. As a matter of fact, his whole face is pretty much in line with idealistic artistic proportions, which explains his attractiveness to many. :P

Eye Accessing Cues

The EAC model is very useful in the world that is lie-detection. EAC stands for Eye Accessing Cues, this is when one can see what someone thinks about, just by looking at their eyes.

This is the model:

  • When someone looks upwards to the left they remember an image, however, up to the right they construct an image.
  • If they look in a horizontal line to the left, they remember a sound, if they do this but the right they construct a sound.
  • Down to the left, they have an internal dialogue and down to the right, they experience a kinesthetic feeling (can also be smell and taste).

Something many seem to believe is that this is a very safe method, it is not extremely reliable. It requires some control questions.


Control questions are any questions that are like these:

  • Did your breakfast look tasty this morning? (To remember an image - up and to the left)
  • How do you think it would sound if your favourite band would play at a concert near you? (Constructing a sound - horizontally to the right)
  • How would you feel if you happened to hurt your best friend? (Emotion - downwards to the right)
  • How would you articulate a speech at your best friend’s wedding? (Inner dialogue - Down to the left)

When you ask the control questions it should be in an atmosphere that’s calm and comfortable, otherwise, the person will probably stare into your eyes or just look away. Don’t tell them that you’re going to ask them control question. Try this model and see that it’s fun.

This does not apply to every person, but if you ask the control questions and observe the eyes, you know if they do follow it. One thing to add is that left-dominant people seem to do the opposite of what I’ve explained.


Lying

Now if you want to see if someone is lying with this method make sure they follow this model. If they construct an image or sound when they should remember an image or sound, then this could point to a lie. If they say something like “It felt so horrible” but they look down to the left for an internal dialogue, they could be lying. But you should always try and find out more before accusing someone of lying.

And with that, I’ll see you my irregulars.

  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* Oh...be quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* So...so that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.
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1.25.17 (19/100 days of productivity)

These are some of my Buddhism and Contemporary Readings notes. In my East Asian Buddhism class we had a Sri Lankan monk come and lecture for us today. At the end of class we meditated for twenty minutes. It was really cool, and it honestly felt great to clear my head. I’m not good at meditating on my own time, but when I have to do it for a class or as part of some collective activity I can make myself sit still. Maybe I should consider going to the meditation practices on campus. 

anonymous asked:

This isn't really Director Sanvers related, but... Danvers sisters bodyswapping fic. Just think of the hilarity!

I agree ;)


She still got giddy sometimes. Waking up to Maggie, sometimes clothed, most times not, was often the highlight of her day. Her mind slowly rising from the fog of sleep, with the warmth of her favorite detective koala wrapped around her, sharing a pillow that smelled of citrus and cherry shampoos, that was the best way to begin her day. Alex paused to remember the delicious feeling of being awoken yesterday by Maggie’s lips and conceded that koala!Maggie was, maybe, the second best way to wake up.

It was like a dream, the happiness she felt knowing that there was someone out there for her, that she wasn’t broken, that she was just looking in all the wrong places and all the wrong faces (literally). Alex pulled herself closer, burying her face into hair that smelled of…

Lemongrass?

That was weird.

Alex opened one eye to find her face buried in hair that held none of the caramel streaks she was accustomed to, with an entirely different scent. She pulled back a bit, squinting in the dim light of early morning.

Going to bed with Maggie and waking up with her? That was a dream.

Going to bed with Maggie and waking up with Lena Luthor? That was a nightmare.

Alex screamed and threw herself backwards off the bed, dragging the sheets with her. She was nothing more than a tangled mess on the floor when Luthor leaned over the bed, brushing the sleep from her decidedly not Maggie-brown eyes. She looked around in confusion, not seeing anything wrong.

“Kara, darling? Did you have another nightmare?”

What the hell?

“What the hell?” Alex repeated out loud.

“Kara?”’

Alex scrambled to her feet, shucking free of the sheets and almost falling over again. “How the hell did I get here?”

Luthor frowned. “Through the balcony, darling. Did you hit your head during the fight last night? You came in so late you didn’t even change… can you hit your head and hurt it?”

Alex looked down. The crest of the House of El adorned her chest. The only things missing from the suit were the cape and the boots. “What the hell?

Lena shifts to sit up, brow still furrowed. She studied Alex, eyes dragging along each limb, cataloging each frantic movement as Alex tried to figure out what the hell was going on. She sprang for the bedside table, and before Alex stopped her internal freakout, Lena had a gun in her hands and shot off.

Thankfully, it bounced off.

“Luthor, what the hell?

“Who are you and how did you get in my girlfriend’s body?”

Girlfriend?!

“What did you do to Kara?”

“You sleep with a gun and my sister?

“You try getting almost assassinated every– wait, did you say sister?”

Alex turned to look in the mirror. Just what I was afraid of. Blond hair, blue eyes, and all of Alex’s worst nightmares staring back at her. “How the fuck did we switch consciousness while asleep?”

“A… Agent Danvers?

Alex turned to face the other woman, feeling an unfamiliar heat behind her eyes–her sister’s eyes.

Wait, fuck, can’t fry Kara’s girlfriend just because Kara never told me they were dating.

“How long have you and Kara been-” Alex waved her hand between them, “-a thing?”

“It’s recent. She was trying to figure out a way to tell you.”

“That she’s a lesbian?”

“Bi, I think, is what she’s settled on, yes. But also that she’s exploring that… with me.”

Alex frowned. “Which part did she think I’d be upset about?”

Lena fiddled with the gun in her hands, still wrapped in the one sheet Alex didn’t run off with. Thankfully, she had put the safety back on. “Both, I think.”

Alex tilted her, Kara’s, head back and laughed. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed so hard she basically collapsed in a heap on the floor. Lena looked rather concerned by the time Alex could talk again. “Okay, but, the first one I thought she knew, what with how she went on and on about Lucy when they met–”

“Who’s Lucy?” Lena growled.

“–the second, yeah, that’s a concern, but she talks about you even more than she ever did Lucy, and I’m a little mad that she didn’t tell me, she always tells me–”

“Who. Is. Lucy.”

“–but mostly I think I’m okay with it, because I just remembered Maggie and I weren’t wearing clothes last night and now Kara gets to stumble through apologizing that she’s seen my girlfriend naked.”

She’s what?!

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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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1-6.4.2017 - (days 80-85/100) + new notebook + april spread

finally a leuchtterm 1917 and a chance to use those poem lines! graph paper is my favorite <3