Sam and Dean had just wrapped up a hunt and were on their way back to you. Dean couldn’t wait to get back to you, practically running to the car. Sam stopped and looked at him like he was crazy. How often did Dean run when a monster wasn’t chasing him? Never.
“Dude, what is going on with you?” Sam looked at his brother incredulously.
“I just - I’m happy, Sammy. For the first time in a long damn time, I’m actually happy. I’ve got a good job, I get to ride around the country with my brother, my best friend, and I’ve got an amazing girl waitin’ for me back home. Whaaaaat?!” He smiled as Sam scoffed.
“You really love her Dean.” Sam chuckled and shook his head.
“Yeah, I do.” Dean smiled, looking at his feet.
“Have you told her that yet?” Sam raised his eyebrows expectantly, knowingly.
“You know I haven’t… I can’t.” Shaking his head, Dean opened the door of the Impala and climbed inside.
Sam just shook his head and lowered himself into the passenger seat, both of them shutting the door simultaneously.
“Luuuucy, I’m hooome!” Dean called throughout the bunker.
“Dean!” You squealed and ran into his arms.
“Hey princess.” He smiled and bent to kiss you.
“Missed you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him.
“Missed you too. Hey, can we talk?” He wrapped his arms around your waist.
Furrowing your brow, you nodded and led him into another room, away from Sam.
“What’s going on, D?” You sat in one of the library chairs.
“Nothing, I just want to talk.” He rocked back and forth on his heels, his eyes not meeting yours.
“Dean.” You chided.
“I - I want to say something, but I can’t remember the last time I said it and actually meant it…” He trailed off.
“Just say it, Dean.” You stood and walked to him, hooking your thumbs into his belt loops and pulling him closer to you.
“I… You know I care about you so, so much.” He looked down at you.
“Yeah?” You looked at him suspiciously.
“I love you.” He blurted, surprising both you and himself.
“Dean…” You teared up, but hesitated, curious as to if he actually meant it.
“I really love you.” He answered your unspoken question.
“I love you too.” You confessed, having wanted to say it for a long time, but never knowing the right time to do so.
I spent Friday attending
professional panels for the comics industry, which probably deserves a
post of its own, but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking
shop. But Saturday was devoted to Agents of SHIELD stuff with
Iain and Liz. I had an amazing time and so many awesome things happened. Truly it was the best con experience I’ve ever had and, as @bigfunnywords (HEY Tumblr finally let me tag you!) said, I lived my best life. I’ll try to do the tl;dr version but this will probably get long.
Putting the rest behind a cut for your scrolling convenience.
HOW DID YOU MAKE THAT BRUSH?!?!!! IT'S AMAZING!!!!
Alright so MediBang has a pretty fun brush-creation thing going on! I’ve been using the mobile version, although I’m sure that the desktop version can do this as well?
So you go to make a new brush, right? If you wanna make a brush that has several images built in, like the gummy bear thing, you’ve gotta pick a “multi” brush option
Once you select one of those, it’ll ask you to either use your current canvas or to import from your MediBang gallery or another app
What I did was I made my brush canvas in a separate file, so I imported from the local gallery
On the right there is the file I would choose! Notice how it looks kind of weird, that’s because each image that goes into making the brush has to be its own separate layer. It’s a little weird, but that’s how it works
Essentially that file just looks like this, one bear on each layer! So once you select that, the program pretty much does the rest. Just fiddle with the brush settings until you get exactly what you want
So I’m really not sure how you’d make this brush in literally any other program, but here’s how I managed it! I know this is kinda jarbled and aimless but I hope it helps at least one person, it took me a little bit to figure out how to use the multibrushes
but imagine tired and wrung out Harry getting home to you finally after all these months touring, hugging you almost painfully at the airport and quiet during the car ride home. he holds your hand and doesn’t let it go unless absolutely necessary, keeps gazing at you with his soft, sleepy eyes until you laugh and ask him if you have something on your face, and he smiles and shakes his head, telling you that he just can’t believe he’s really here, next to you and close enough to reach out and touch you.
at home, he stays awake long enough to get something to eat (something you cooked special for his homecoming, an adaptation of a recipe from his childhood that he’s particularly fond of) and to talk to you at the kitchen table about random topics that pop up, happy to hear your voice straight from your mouth and watch the way your face scrunches up when you laugh or how you brush his hair back from his face for him. even with his eyes drooping and his body sagging in his chair, he would only agree to go to bed when you say you’ll go with him; you won’t give him the ego boost of knowing you cleared your entire schedule just to nap with him all the rest of the day, but you did.
he already showered before his flight, so it’s only a matter of him undressing sluggishly down to his underwear, you giggling and having to help him when his shirt gets stuck on his necklace, and then he’s climbing (read: falling) into bed alongside you. tucked under the warm, downy covers and wrapped firmly around you, Harry would mumble against your skin as he gives you lazy but no less loving kisses on your collarbone and shoulder as he falls asleep. you’d only catch certain words, ‘love’ and 'thank you’ and your name, and you’d pet his hair and tell him it’s okay to sleep now, that you know how much he loves you and how important you are to him. you know there were countless nights curling up in this bed all alone, fighting the shadows and the cold and the emptiness with all he had, and you know that he can’t put into words how grateful he is to have you here to come home to. you’d kiss his brow and that’s how he would fall into slumber, wrapped up in you.
Harry would sleep straight through to late morning the next day, and you’d end up having to cancel a couple of plans, simply because his grip on you is too tight to combat. and really, even if you could pry yourself from his arms, it isn’t as if you’d want to anyway.
Aaah thanks for letting me know! Are you on the app? I just tried the link, and I think it works on the computer and not the app (where it searches for the tag “rec-list” instead of “rec list” for some reason). Does anyone know how to fix this? Or do I have to go through and add a #rec-list tag to everything?