A/N: I´m from Germany so I have no idea how the schools in America are like.
It was a
week ago that you last had spoken to Montgomery. The last time was at the party
of Bryce Walker. You were so drunk, that he had to drive you home and walk you
to your front door. And that´s when you did something you regretted. You kissed
him, you kissed him in your drunken state, but the worst part was that he
pushed you away. He didn’t even want to kiss you and it hurts. The problem was
that you had a crush on that brown haired boy with freckles, but since that night
you couldn´t look at him, you were too embarrassed.
You were walking through the hallways of Liberty High, making your way to
communication class. You sat down in your usual seat in the classroom. You were
the first on in class so you pulled out your phone, answering texts from
Jessica and Sheri. “Hey Y/N, how are you?” You looked up and saw Sheri standing
in front of you. “Hey Sheri, I´m good and you?” You greeted her with a small
smile. “Good, I never thought I would see you here today?” She exhaled with a
small smile. “What do you mean?” You tried to sound confused, but of course you
knew what she meant. This was the only class you and Montgomery had together
and to avoid him you skipped it. “You skipped this class for almost a week.”
She said and you rolled your eyes. “Well, I´m here now.” You answered and she
nodded, sitting down in front of you and started conservation about something that
happened during cheerleader practice. People started to gather in and with them
also Montgomery and Bryce; of course they had to sit down on our table. “Hello
Lady´s.” Bryce greeted you smirking. Sheri greeted him with a short hello while
you just nodded. “Y/N, haven’t seen you in a while, you look good.” Bryce
shoots you a smirk, winking at you. “Thanks Bryce.” You said and rolled your
eyes. You sighed in relief when Mrs. Bradley came through the door and began
For the rest of the class you scribbled in your text book, avoiding every
glance Montgomery shoots you. After the bell rang you almost stormed out of the
class room, making your way to the library, the only quiet place and also the
best one to avoid Monty. “Y/N, wait a minute.” You heard Montgomery shout after
you and you quickened your pace. He turned you toward him and looked at you
confused. “What?” you snapped pushing his hand off of your shoulder. “You have
been avoiding me.” He simply stated and you rolled your eyes. “I have not and
now excuse me I still have an essay to write.” You tried to walk away from him
but he stopped you again. “Is it because of what happened at your porch last
week?” he asked and you took in a sharp breath. You shook your head no,
avoiding his gaze. “Come on, Y/N/N, look at me.” He whispered and grabbed you
hand, squeezing it slightly. “Stop Monty.” You said and pulled your hand out of
his grab. “Stop being nice. That makes hating you a lot harder.” You whispered
and you knew it was childish but it was your way to protect yourself. “You hate
me, but kissed me?” he asked clearly amused. “God, I take everything back.
You´re an asshole.” You mumbled more to yourself and walked away from him, not
only hurt and embarrassed but also pissed. “Come on, Y/N/N, it was only a
joke.” You shook your head, tears starting to well up.
You sat in
the library trying to focus on your essay. But every time you tried to form
sentences your thoughts to that arrogant jock. Maybe it was your own fault.
When you didn’t kissed him and controlled your emotion, you wouldn´t be in this
situation. You could no longer pretend to see him just like a friend, like you
didn’t fall for him.
Your phone, what was lying next to your text book, began to vibrate. You looked
down and saw that it was Sheri, asking you if you want to go get a coffee with
her after cheerleader practice. You told her that you will wait for her at the
parking lot. After half an hour later you made your way into gym deciding to
wait on the bleachers for Sheri.
When you stepped into the gym Sheri instantly spotted you. “Hey Y/N” she greeted
you with a big smile and waved at you. Your gaze wandered around the gym and you
spotted Montgomery. You thought about leaving again, but decided against it; it
would look stupid and childish. So you sat down on the bleachers, pulling the
book you were recently reading out of your school purse. You tried to focus on
the words written in your book, but your eyes always wandered toward Monty. To
say he look good in his baseball shirt and sweatpants was an understatement.
You noticed that you began to bit your lips and instantly stopped, turning your
attention back to your book.
“Hey Y/N, do you wanna play with my bat?” Bryce shouted flirty at you and the
rest of the boys began to laugh; except for one jock who shoot daggers toward
Bryce, what you didn’t noticed. “I think you couldn´t handle my swing, Bryce.”
You shouted back, with a fake smile on your lips. The boys behind Byrce laughed
and with them the Monty. But Bryce wouldn´t give up and walked toward you.
“Well, but I can try. I could skip the rest of practice and we could go over to
my house.” He leaned on his baseball bat smirking and winked. “In your dreams,
Walker.” You looked back down at your book, feeling uncomfortable that the whole
gym is watching the scene. “But we could make this dream come truth.” He
smirked up at you and you sighed. “Stop talking before I throw up.” You shoot
him another fake smile, hoping he would finally stop. He lifts his hands in
defense and turned around, going back to his friends and continue practice.
Your eyes meet Monty´s and he shoots you small smile.
You lay on
your bed finally finishing your essay that was due in two days. A knock on your
door tear you from your essay and in your doorway stand your mother a smile on
her lips. “What is it, Mum?” you asked, returning the smile. “Well, there is
this good looking boy standing in our living room, asking to see you.” She simply
stated and you raised your eyebrows surprised. “Wait, what good looking boy?”
you asked her confused, sitting straight up in bed. “You know the one with
freckles. He says his name is Montgomery.” She answered and you let out a sigh.
You got up and walked behind your mother downstairs. Midway down the stairs you
stopped, looking at Monty with a frown on your face. He was talking to your
father and they seem to get along, normally your father hates every male that
comes near you. “What are you doing here?” you asked from your spot on the
stairs and Montgomery turned around, a nervous look on his face. “Uhm, I wanted
to talk to you.” He said and shoots you an even more nervous smile. “Are you
two together? I mean is he your boyfriend?” asked your father and looked at you
delightful. “No dad, we are not together.” You look at your father who held now
a slight disappointed look. “Come Monty, we´re going to my room.” You said and
began to walk upstairs again, hearing him sprinting toward you. “Keep the doors
open you two.” Your mother shouted after Monty and you. “God, Mom stop.” You mumbled,
but by her snickering you knew she heard you.
Montgomery stands in the middle of your room, looking at your pictures and the
books in your bookshelf. “You have a lot of books.” Montgomery mumbled scanning
through your books. “So that´s what you wanted to talk about?” you asked
amused, standing next him after closing the door. “No, of course not.” He said,
finally turning toward you. “So that night when you kissed me, I pushed you
away, not because I didn’t want to kiss you but because you were drunk. I
doesn´t want to take advantage of your drunken state.” He said and you laughed
sarcastically, which earned you a confused look from Montgomery. “You don’t
have to say this so I feel better. It´s ok. You didn’t want to kiss me, it was
my fault that my feelings overwhelmed me, so no need to feel bad.” you rambled
looking at your hands. “Like always you don’t listen. I want to kiss you since
middle school, but you were drunk and I wasn’t sure you really wanted to kiss
me, so I pushed you away.” Your head immediately shoot up when his words had
sunken in. “You want to kiss me since middle school?” you asked surprised, a
small smile forming on your lips. “Well, yeah. Your lips look really kissable.”
He mumbled and you chuckled at his words. “Same goes to you, I guess.” You
whispered smiling at him. “Why didn’t you kiss me, when you wanted to do it
since middle school?” you asked amused, lifting an eyebrow playfully and he
rolled his eyes. “We´re friends and I didn’t want to ruin it. You´re one of the
few people who put up with my bullshit.” He whispered taking a step toward you.
“Yeah, you can count yourself lucky, de la Cruz.” You smiled at him, also
taking a step forward. He hummed approvingly, his hands wandering to your hips,
pulling your slowly closer to him, while your hands rested on his triceps,
making their way to his shoulders and then to his neck. Before you could make
another remark his lips were pressed against yours. You pulled him closer by
his neck, enjoying the kiss. It was better than that night. He gingerly bites
down on your bottom lip, which elicited a moan from you. Monty used the
opportunity to deepen the kiss, while he pulled you closer by your hips, your
hands tugging slightly at his hair. When someone cleared their throat you broke
away, panting slightly. You looked at your mother, who held an uncomfortable
smile on her lips. “Yes mom?” you asked; your cheeks flushed out of
embarrassment. “I, uhm, just wanted to bring you kids something to drink and a
snack.” She mumbled, putting the tablet down on your desk. After making her way
back to the door she looked at you with a smile on her face. “So you´re sure
he´s not your boyfriend?” she asked and you groaned in annoyance. “Bye mum.”
You said and pushed her out of the door, closing it behind her. “That was
awkward.” You said laughing. Monty nodded and walked toward you, pulling in
another kiss. This was one was much shorter, but not less sweet. Monty pulled
away, too early for your liking, smiling down at you. He leaned his forehead
against yours before asking: “So, tomorrow Monet´s after school?”
→ Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)
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→ Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart.
“You’re seriously sitting here scared of a tiny needle when you have a goddamn 9mm bullet embedded in your proximal deltoid muscle?!” He grinned, “Old habits die hard. And damn, I could get used to how hot you are with med words.”
Veronica’s half sister has lived the big life with her rich father after a few things go south in her home she is sent to live with her mom’s side of the family. Y/N has been spoiled her whole life and has never struggled with anyone, this is all to change when she meets the Gallaghers.
yeah so i’ve gotten a lot of compliments (thanks!) and tutorial requests about my aesthetic edits lately, so i decided to make one. boom. it’s really not that hard. i use photoshop, idk if this tutorial will work with other programs but you can try it out and let me know :)
so if you wanna know how to make these types of edits keep on reading
Oh man, I’ve been dying to get a copy of this book for as long as I’ve known of its existence. It arrived this afternoon and I honestly couldn’t put it down until I finished it a few minutes ago.
It’s more of a biography/account of the space program written by the “co-author” Henry Still, with intermittent insights by Betty Grissom, but there’s definitely a tilt towards the personal side and every reminisce by Betty is just,, so neat to hear. I’ve had a… complicated? view of Gus’ family, especially on things that happened post-fire, but reading Starfall has completely changed my perspective. I hope someday I can be even half the wife, mother, and woman that Betty is. She was lucky to have Gus, but he was even more blessed to find a woman like her to support and love him through a tumultuous life.
It was written in the 70s so it doesn’t cover the problems they’ve had with Scott since then, and there is maybe some unfair bias against certain people within the space program (take the last few chapters with a grain of salt), but overall it’s an unbelievably cool insight into Gus’ life, how he was as a husband and father and man. He was so, so special and I feel blessed to be able to know him the way I do. I love Gus even more than I did 6 hours ago, if that’s possible. I miss him a lot more, too. It’s full of very poignant quotes from Gus and others, but my favorite might be from Betty towards the end:
“I hate that Gus is gone, but I guess the program was worth it. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
Lance is a humble astrophysics student trying to conduct research, which turns out to be a bit difficult to do when he finds a strange guy sitting in his customary research spot. A strange guy looking for aliens, no less.
“Jealousy is a delicate topic, am I right?” His voice was soft as you felt his lips close to your ear.
don’t know what you are talking about. I’m not jealous!”, you snapped.
You were annoyed over you own childish behaviour. What could
possibly be more indicating that you are jealous then saying you
Word count: 1837
Warnings: A little angst and slight mentions of domestic violence.
Author’s note: Mainly fluff :D Feel free to tell me your opinion and enjoy :)
For the requests that I asked before? I wanted to say 28 instead of 27, haha, silly me. Anyway, if you prefer the other requests that I asked for (26 or 8) I would prefer Marichat or Ladynoir for any of those. Thank you for answering me!
Sorry for taking so long to reply to this! It wound up a little longer than I expected. I decided to do 26 (Tending an Injury) with Marichat. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for the suggestion! :)
“Ow…” Marinette winced, glancing down at her ankle. “Tikki, I think it’s sprained.”
Tikki flew down to examine it. “It looks swollen.”
Marinette grimaced and leaned back against the wall. “How am I supposed to patrol on this?”
“Maybe you should call-” Tikki paused and flew into Marinette’s purse seconds before Chat Noir landed beside Marinette.
Marinette jumped and looked up at him. “Chat Noir? What are you doing out here?” Of course, she knew exactly what he was doing out there. He was on his way to their patrol, just like Marinette. Of course, she’d managed to twist her ankle on the way, rushing to get somewhere quiet to transform after a study session with Alya ran too long.
“I could ask you the same thing.” He raised a brow.
“I…” Marinette sighed, going for the easiest lie possible. “I was on my way home. I was studying with a friend, and it went a little late. I think I hurt myself, though.”
He frowned. “What happened?”
She gestured towards her left foot. “I tripped over my own two feet and twisted my ankle.”
He knelt beside her, examining it for a moment. “It looks pretty swollen. You’re sure it’s not broken?”
“Yeah.” She grimaced. “Trust me. I know the difference.”
He stood. “Well, either way, you shouldn’t be walking anywhere. How about I help you home?”
She wanted to argue, but in all honesty, this was probably the safest option she had, so instead, she nodded. “Thank you. That’s really nice of you.”
So I’ve had a few questions in the past asking how I colour my pictures and I’ve FINALLY got my ass into gear to create this post showing how. I’m pretty sure those with better equipment and more experience with digital may well cringe at my technique, but I sadly have to make do with what I’ve got and, at the very least, it gets the job done.
The example I’m using for this is my Phantom of the Opera Batjokes pic which can be seen properly here
1. So the program I use is GIMP. If you’ve not heard of it, it’s free art software that works like a basic version of programs such as Photoshop and can be downloaded online to pretty much any computer.
Once shaded, the drawing is scanned and opened up in GIMP. Now for this picture there is a lot of black and it looks messy as Hell and once upon a time I would’ve coloured all the black in with pencil but, to be honest, its just easier to colour the black in digitally and it saves my poor little 4B pencils from having to work quite so hard.
2. I'm very particular with the order of how I draw my pictures and colouring is no different. The first thing I colour is always the skin and it’s literally a case of putting the opacity level down pretty low and then just colouring over the section. It’s basic but it works :D
If I want a picture to be particularly vibrant I’ll adjust the opacity but generally I stick with keeping it quite low so the detail of the shading underneath isn’t lost.
3. Then it’s on to the Batsuit, which is usually coloured a pretty blue, because it fits in with the comics pretty well and I just like the way it looks, really. Of course my main go to reference for the suit is from The Dark Knight because I just frikkin love that Batsuit! Although, for this picture I’ve made the nose of the cowl more pointy because I thought it would fit in with the period feel more.
4. Now for Joker, it’s actually kinda hard to see any colour on there, but if you look carefully between this pic and the previous one you’ll see a difference:
The reason I use the turquoise for his skin is because with everything else coloured in, his skin kinda looks dull and lifeless if left untouched. But the hint of colour gives it a nice almost metallic effect that I really like. Of course the opacity is extremely low, because anything more would leave him looking like a Smurf and I think even J would struggle to pull off that look!
5. Now it’s on to the hair and eyebrows for J. I don’t have a set green I use, it differs depending on the kind of J I’m using and pretty much how I feel at the time. I do often go more towards the bluish hint with the greens though, cos dat purdy.
With the hair it’s usually one layer of colour, before highlighting a few strands just to make them stand out more. I don't often make the eyebrows as vibrant as the hair because it’s a bit much for the face otherwise.
6. And now one of my favourite bits to do! J has messy make up in this pic (which I always enjoy!) and instead of the normal paintbrush tool I use for everything else, I go for the airbrush one, just to make the smudged lipstick more realistic and to keep the edges soft.
For his eyes, they’re green but I add yellow highlights to make the green seem more acidic, cos J’s eyes ain’t just any ol’ green!
7. And then it’s colouring in J’s suit and, yeah, he may be the Phantom, but he still likes purple! It’s exactly the same process as the rest, just slapping the colour over the top.
8. So, with all the colouring done, it’s time to adjust the contrast and shading. I use the burn tool for that and just generally go over the entire picture two or three times until I think it looks right.
9. And then I fill in all the black sections…
10. …before colouring in the background and then using the burn tool again just to go over any parts that I think need a little extra adjustment, mainly around the eyes and the hair, just picking up the shadows that need to be a little bit darker.
11. Aaaaaaand we finally get to this! The finished product!
I’m just gonna take a moment to squee over how happy I am with the mask! I was worried at first, but after shading it looks ok woohoo!
So I hope that was interesting and now you finally know all my arty secrets! (They’re absolutely not all that secret and pretty simple and basic but *shrugs*). If there is anything else you wanna know feel free to ask and as always thank you, thank you, thank you for all the support and kindness, it means the world to me. Y'all gorgeous!!!!
“For me, Arizona is a very spiritual place, and my rock ‘n’ roll life is very crazy”, Stevie explains. “What’s important in life is having a place to always come home to.”
The home, which holds her collection of souvenirs from her world travels, vintage guitars and awards, has also been there for the rock diva though a steady stream of rough romance…“
gUESS WHAT i jzust spent all my savings on an iPad Pro so I can use it as a drawing tablet. With the Apple Pencil thing. SO I am gonna be doing lots of terrible sketches all the time from now on and will be able to answer u questions with drawings really easily now. Which has been a huge barrier with me using this tumblr cos it’s just too much to draw,photograph/scan, edit and try to fix the shitty low light of the picture bcos it’s always nighttime wen I feel like drawing and not being able to upload a picture as a response to asks using my phone so it was just. UGH . And u guys always send me so many nice messages and I read them thank u ❤️ I will be trying to answer them all soon.0 thnx for patience sorry this blog ws but ghost town for a bit. AnYway I’m not going to bother proof reading this . I have to go to work now:((( I want to play on my new toy. Iv had it for one hour ! I did u this drawing! Yay! coffee! Ok bye
For those wondering if I would make colorizations for the translation of Detective Conan by Irregular Scans after our collaboration on the last chapters of Magic Kaito, the short answer is my studies take me too much time these days, with final exams this week. So for DC File 994, I only had time for coloring Ran. I hope you’ll enjoy it. ;) Free to reblog.
Please do not steal, repost or use this picture without asking me
first. Even if it’s just a colorization, I take a lot of time and effort
to make them. Thank you.
Art by Gosho Aoyama
Coloured and edited by Shin Red Dear
Detective Conan is property of Gosho Aoyama & Shogakukan
More Escaflowne stuff ‘cause I love this show. The European DVD collection is fantastic and comes with a “Tribute to Hiroshi OSAKA” artbook which has fantastic pencil sketches and progress pictures of a lot of the work he did for the novel illustrations, promotional material, and other illustrations. I’ve taken pictures of some of my favorite pages. Someday I will actually scan this but I hope you all don’t mind cruddy phone pictures in the meantime.
If you wouldn't mind a techienician prompt; modern au where Matt and Techie meet online and hit it off right away. They spend months getting to know each other in late night chats and develop huge crushes on one another though neither one has said anything about it yet. Matt really wants to meet Techie in person. Finally Techie agrees. But there's one thing Techie hasn't told Matt about himself yet. He's afraid Matt will be disappointed when he finds out Techie is blind.
This was one of those too-good-to-be-true stories that Matt always heard on Catfish. They supposedly lived in the same vicinity–different suburbs outside the same big city. They both loved the same books and music, had met through group chats about them, and it hadn’t taken them long to move off onto private chats so they wouldn’t have to worry about other people getting in the way of their conversations. Not exactly flirtatious? Or was it? Techie seemed shy, had alluded to liking books and music so much because he sometimes felt uncomfortable meeting new people. But he loved talking to Matt, told him all the time.
Matt hadn’t wanted to push him. After all, it made sense to want to be cautious with people you’d met online. But it did seem odd that they supposedly lived so close and had never tried to meet. A public place, no mention of personal addresses or anything, might set him at ease.
We could go see a movie, Matt has suggested in one of their chats.
That’s really sweet of you, but I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Techie had answered.
Matt hadn’t realized how much that would hurt, but as soon as he saw that particular response, his heart sank. This was a polite way of saying it, but it was definitely a no. He was almost ready to just say goodnight and click out of the chat entirely when he saw a new message pop up.
But would you like to get coffee instead? If you like coffee. Or tea. I know a good place where I go all the time and the employees are really nice…
And that was when they finally arranged to meet.
Techie had been a bit too shy, it seemed, to send a picture, but he had described himself so Matt would recognize him–shoulder-length red hair, blue eyes, tall and thin. Come say hello when you see me?
Yes, of course!
It was a gorgeous day, so Matt had found himself an outdoor seat and began scanning the people walking in and out of the store, coming and going from the parking lot. A minute or two before the time they’d arranged to meet, a BMW pulled up, and a guy who looked just like the description Techie had given him exited the back seat, along with a German Shepherd fitted with a harness. The guy paused before shutting the door to say something to the driver, who also had red hair but looked a little older and more severe, maybe thirty to his twenty-five. Then the passenger and the dog headed up to the door of the coffeeshop and Matt realized why Techie had asked him to say hello.
“Techie?” Matt called.
Man and dog both turned in his direction. “Matt?”
“Hey! Hi! Oh my god, I’m so excited that–that I’m actually meeting you!”
Techie smiled. “You’re not–I mean, I bet you’re surprised?”
“By, um? Your dog?”
“I mean, only because you didn’t tell me about it. But it’s not a bad thing.” Matt decided to brave a joke. “I guess that’s why you weren’t up for a movie, huh?”
Techie twisted his mouth, like he could have smiled but wasn’t sure if he should. “I do see, a little. I can see my computer screen, you know, for chats, and I just have it up at max brightness and font. But I’d, you know, rather listen to music.” He leaned in, confidentially, and Matt leaned in too. “I was in an accident a few years ago and it kind of wrecked my sight. And I was already kind of shy to begin with, so my therapist was like…talk to people online, you don’t have to like, tell them anything. But then I started talking to you and I didn’t want you to think I was dishonest.”
“I don’t think that,” Matt promised. “Don’t worry about that. I get it. Well, not–I mean, I don’t know what it’s actually–oh, fuck. Let me start over.”
Techie laughed, and it sounded genuine. “You don’t have to be so nervous.”
“Okay. Let’s get some coffee, then?”
“Let’s do. They know my order by heart. And my dog’s.”
“What’s your dog get?”
“Double espresso. He needs to stay alert for work, you know.”