I asked you guys the question earlier today, now it’s my turn to explain. I’ve been thinking about this for a week now as I’ve had to come to terms with some events from the past year. Life has changed a lot and most of it I’m happy about. I’ve had some reminders of things I don’t like, but that’s part of life. I’m going to throw a keep reading link as this is going to more than likely be a very long read. Just stick with me.
Why Harry hasn't blessed us with his video yet? Harry, I know you're lurking here like we all are waiting for the vampire fic. Listen to me young man, it is not polite to have us all wait longer that necessary. This is NOT the fun kind of edging. Release the damn vide, Harold.
hahaha i kinda wonder whether he’s going to release it on friday as a happy distraction for the many fans who won’t be getting tickets to his tour, but who knows. he could really drop it whenever. remain vigilant, i suppose.
theyre in that!! i use a brush called “oil pastel large” and the only change i made to the brush is that i turned off color dynamics to give it a more chalky look. i use it entirely for blending/painting/blocking/lines/erasing/sketching because it’s just really dynamic and satisfying!! even if ya dont like that brush that’s still a really rad brush set to play with!! i use abunch of textures in this brush set as well for lazy backround jobs
i used this brush 90% of this drawing for example
and my commissions and almost all my drawings unless i drew them in pchat first or iscribble
Cas and Dean have been best friends for ten years, the fact that Cas is a bit in love with the other man a secret he’s kept to himself. However, after having a few too many drinks at the bar, they end up at Cas’s apartment alone. Alone with far too many things between them left unsaid.
Rated M for sexual content.
Cas had known Dean for ten years.
And he’d been in love with him for that long too.
“Happy Birthday,” a voice muttered in Cas’s ear, causing him to turn in his seat. He hadn’t heard Dean come in, but that wasn’t really so surprising. Cas tended to keep his door open all the time, so it was easy for people to sneak up on him. Especially when he was going over a manuscript.
Dean set a cupcake down atop the page he’d been reading, Cas managing to crack a small smile.
“Wow, look at that,” he admired the workmanship of the cake – all flowery and pink with a bee in the center. “Did you do this?”
“Of course,” Dean went back around the desk, sitting down across from Cas before undoing the front button on his suit. “You know me, I’m excellent with frosting and… sprinkles and shit.” Cas cocked a skeptical brow. “I got it down at the bakery. You know I did.”
“Yes, I do,” Cas agreed. “You must have requested the bee though. I didn’t see that through the window.”
“I can be thoughtful,” Dean defended. “I am a poet after all.”
“You haven’t published anything in years.”
“I’ve published plenty of other people’s stuff,” he sniffed. “And just because I haven’t published anything recently doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. You don’t know me. You don’t know my life.”
“Yeah, okay,” Cas wiped his finger along the top of the pink frosting before sucking it between his lips. “That’s why we lived together for three years. And why I was one of the groomsmen at your wedding. Because I don’t know you.” A painful memory, the wedding, but he wasn’t about to tell Dean that.
“Not a groomsman. You were my second best man, get it right.”
“There isn’t a difference.”
“Sure there is.” They’d had this debate before. “Sam’s my brother, so he had to be my best man. But you’re my best friend, and I didn’t want to choose.”
“So you made up a new position for me.”
“You should be flattered.”
“Oh, I am,” Cas rolled his eyes.
“Nothing I ever do is good enough for you,” Dean shook his head, feigning offense. “Here I am, bringing you a damn cupcake on your birthday, making you my second best man, and I don’t even get a ‘thank you.’ We’ve known each other ten years, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so underappreciated.”
“Oh, my apologies,” Cas said flatly. “Please, let me make it up to you. Would you like that blow job in my office or yours?”
“Aw, you know me so well,” Dean grinned, winking. “That’s okay though, I’ve got assistants for that kind of dirty work. Besides, it is your birthday. If anyone should be getting blow jobs, it’s you.”
Captain Sigrun Eide from the Known World’s
space armada. Sigrun is supposed to be taking an official picture in full
uniform just after getting her new rank as captain, but she keeps getting
distracted by people off camera congratulating her.
So yeah, im designing uniforms for the sssspaceAU. I like the overall look of this one, but I’m not quite sure about the colors yet, so I’m keeping it white for now.
Every person I know has asked me to take Friday off or suggested that I take it off, but I just can’t do it. At first I swore it was because I needed the money, when in reality my mind needs to be distracted on Friday. I took tomorrow off so I could pull a double shift on Friday. That will give me less time to think about the occasion. Throwing myself into work that day is the only productive thing I can think to do on mine and my boyfriend’s would be 5 year anniversary. It’s hard to believe he’s gone and that I’ll never get to spend another anniversary or holiday with him.
It had been a week since the debate club incident and things weren’t any easier on you. When Alexander Hamilton wanted something, he went after it with everything he had; so did Thomas Jefferson. When they both wanted you, it was like a small war in itself.
You couldn’t complain, though. Two handsome, intelligent guys battling for you was a good problem to have. The stress came in attempting to choose between them.
You came back from a Thursday morning walk and spotted a small box at your door. Upon opening it, you saw chocolates and a letter. As you popped a chocolate into your mouth, you unrolled the letter.
“Who’s it from this time…?” You wondered out loud.
It was from Alexander, which meant there would almost certainly be a bigger box of chocolates from Thomas tomorrow. Every time you received a gift, it was competitively larger than the last one.
You were about to shut your door, settle down, and devour the sweets when a foot placed itself in the doorway.
You swiveled around. “John, what are you doing here?”
“Need to talk to you…oh, I see you got the chocolates.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Is this about Alexander?”
“Unimportant. What is important is you staying on campus this Friday night.”
“You’ll find out.” He smirked, walking away.
“John, tell me right now!”
He began to run down the hallway, laughing, and you ran after him. You chased him all the way to the center of campus where you crashed painfully into an incoming body.
“Fuck!” You watched John finally escape you as you got up. “Are you okay?” You extended a hand to the other person.
“I’m fine.” He took it.
“James? I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there!”
“(Y/N), I was looking for you!” He smiled. “Just wanted to know if you’d be on campus Friday night.”
“That seems to be a popular question,” you groaned.
“Never mind. Yes, I will be on campus.”
“Great!” James beamed.
“I guess so.” You nodded.
It was a bit painful waiting until Friday night. You were distracted in all of your classes; either you were thinking about what would happen or examining Alexander and Thomas for some sort of sign.
8:00 PM. You were laying on your bed; nothing had happened yet. Impatiently, you walked out of the dorm…and smelled food. Your favorite food.
You followed the scent, and couldn’t believe your eyes.
A table was spread out with more food you’ve ever seen in your life, and every other plate was separated by a candle. Sitting at one side of it was Thomas Jefferson, looking more elegant than you’ve ever seen him. You had to admit, the sight of him made your heart flutter.
“(Y/N)…” His voice was smoother than butter.
You approached. “Is this all for me?”
“You deserve all of it.” He got up and kissed your hand. “You’re wonderful.”
A blush crept on your face.
“Let’s eat, shall we?”
You both sat down. It was…a surprisingly pleasant dinner. You laughed as he eagerly dug into a plate of mac and cheese, you talked about classes and laughed about your worst professors, and he complimented you constantly.
“Let me feed you,” Thomas suggested, holding up a spoon.
You ate from it, but you almost couldn’t swallow the food. You locked eyes with Thomas and your heart stopped.
“You’re perfect…” He began to lean in. You were so close, just about to-
“What the hell is this?!”
You shot away from him, facing Alexander. Lafayette, Hercules, and John were behind him, carrying various instruments.
“Exactly what it looks like.” Thomas smirked, wrapping an arm around you.
“Alexander, what are you doing?” You asked.
“I wanted you out here so I could serenade you.” He frowned.
“Oh…can I still hear it?” You asked sheepishly.
He beamed. “Of course!”
“But (Y/N)-” Thomas whined.
“The lady wants it, the lady gets it,” Alexander teased.
His rival pouted and grumbled under his breath. He glared at Alexander for the duration of the song, but he couldn’t notice when his eyes were on you.
Your full attention was on him, too. The music was slightly out of tune; it was obvious that they had learned how to play just for this occasion. But the effort was there, and Alexander’s affection made your heart melt. He saw you tapping your foot to the beat and almost lost his place, stuttering. The song finished and you clapped enthusiastically.
“Drum solo!” Hercules hollered and began banging on the drums.
You laughed, but Thomas’ voice stopped everything cold. “Can we get back to our dinner?”
“Not yet,” Alexander walked up to you, grabbing your hand. “I wanted to know if…if maybe you wanted to go on a date.”
“That’s what I came here to ask her.” Thomas grabbed your other hand protectively. You were quite literally caught in the middle.
“Fight, fight, fight, fight…” John chanted softly until Lafayette elbowed him in the ribs.
“I’m sure she’d rather go on a date with me.”
“She’s already on a date with me. Jefferson, one. Hamilton, zero.”
“Yeah, one she didn’t know about! If you had told her, she would’ve said no.”
“Is that true, (Y/N)?” Thomas looked at you.
“I…” You looked down. “Look, I like both of you. I don’t know who I want to choose yet.”
“Take your time.” They spoke in unison, then glared at each other.
“I think I’d like to go back to my room.”
“I’ll walk you,” Thomas offered.
“I’ll walk her,” Alexander spat.
“No, I will.”
“Tais-toi! (Shut up!)” Lafayette groaned. “You can both walk her! Ce n’est pas si dur! (It’s not that hard!)”
So there you were, walking between Alexander and Thomas, their hands still intertwined with yours. You could have sworn that, every other minute, you’d be pulled closer to one of them.
Finally, you reached your door. You looked at both of them. However they appeared to each other, they weren’t like that to you. They were both amazing, and sweet, and smart, and cute….This would be harder than you thought.
You hugged Alexander, then Thomas, then retreated into your dorm room.
While you began to prepare for bed, you could hear them as they walked in the hallway.
“She hugged me first.”
“She hugged me longer.”
You slipped on a pair of noise-canceling headphones. What were you going to do?
this week is really good my guys. i ate super healthy, got off of birth control (it was adding to my depression), cut all my hair, and my brother @clarkesquad is coming to gay it up with me in two days.
Vague Implications and Seesaw Oscillations part 13
A/N: UMMM IT’S 1:11 MAKE A WISH
Hello! I’ve been extra busy, disgustingly so, so I apologize for the less frequent updates - part 14 this weekend, I’m aiming :) Thanks, possessors of patience!
If you do not yet have a gist of all the thank and feels I am in possession of regarding my beta and [lovely hooman], then I don’t know what you’re doing here but maybe you should start at my NEW FIC PAGE WOOOT (also made by Jenna the beta and lovely hooman. I swear I’m independent…)
Hartbig AU, SFW, 1,900 words. Has never to my knowledge actually occurred in this current universe. Bummer. Enjoy!
Part 12: Three Kisses and a Kiss
[Basically, Grace tries out for a student film. I have apparently not stated this anywhere in the chapter explicitly enough to quote. You can find the chapter on my FIC PAGE BABY <3]
Grace gets the role.
They tell her unofficially after auditions disassemble. Grace smiles. Angie winks. Grace fumbles.
The role of ‘her boo’ takes a bit more work, and Grace is called in to run lines with three best candidates the following Wednesday night.
Angie is there. She’s a bit of a player, Grace notices. It shows in her cockiness.