ok but like. rich would totally come out to people outside of the squip gang™ by organizing a party and putting up letter balloons that spell “happy bi” and when people will tell him “you forgot some letters” he would be like “nah it’s not even my birthday i’m just glad to be bi”
petition to put all of the characters that are jewish or played by jewish actors in Hanukkah sweaters because as a Jew I feel very underrepresented, so artists of tumblr people please do this please and thank you :)
IDK what ships you're in the mood to write, but how about Forehead Kiss for Marius and Courfeyrac?
Anonymous asked: If we’re talking Courfius, consider: Marius doting on Courfeyrac after
he catches a cold from being outside in the rain for whatever reason
“You oughdn’d worry, Barius. I’ll be quide fine.”
Courfeyrac ruined the pronouncement by immediately coughing
into his handkerchief. His face was blotchy, his eyes were red, and Marius was inclined
to worry as much as he pleased.
firmly planted in the doorway.
“What would Combeferre say if I let you go out a damp day
like this?” Marius asked. It was a serious question, and one he had no desire
to learn the answer to. Mere contemplation of it made one shudder. “Whatever it is, I’m sure I would deserve it.”
“Something aboud freedom, probably,” said Courfeyrac. “Doe
man should be another’s jailer, or somesuch. He’d subbort me, beyond doubt.” He
made another halfhearted pass at the door handle.
Marius caught him. “If you aren’t well enough to spout pithy
quotes about liberty at the drop of a hat, you aren’t well enough to go out,”
he said firmly.
“ ’s only a liddle cough,” complained Courfeyrac. “Dothing serious.
Really, the adfrontery of some people one calls brother!”
This outburst appeared to exhaust him, and he collapsed sulkily
into a chair. He kept his eyes on the door, however, and Marius knew better
than to withdraw.
“Would you like me to find you a book? I can read to you,
and I’ll warm you some tea.” He took an old coat off the rack and draped it
over Courfeyrac, followed by several scarves and at least one hat.
The lump of clothing containing Courfeyrac continued to look
“Don’t be cross with
me,” said Marius, placing a comforting hand on what he guessed was Courfeyrac’s arm. He tried to imitate the
tone Courfeyrac used when he was making nice. “I just want to take care of you.
That isn’t so much to ask, is it? You took care of me after all, when I came to
you in need.”
Marius leaned in and pressed a light kiss against Courfeyrac’s
forehead. He felt Courfeyrac settle a little, and quickly snuck a hand in the
place of his mouth.
“Aha! A fever! I knew it!”
Courfeyrac groaned. “Fide! I gibe in! Probided you share by
imprisonbent, Monsieur,” – this last
pronounced with special care – “I subbose I may consent. Bud I’mb going to make
you read a romance nobel,” he added, with a clear note of satisfaction. “A cheap one.”
Word Count: 1,917 (IT SEEMS SO MUCH LONGER BUT NOPE.)
Authors Note: HELLO HELLO. This is kinda late but better late then never. THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE IDK WHY BUT IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT SO IT’S OK. It’s labeled 1.5 because Spelling was supposed to be a stand alone but because you wanted to have a second part I decide to write one! BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT, AND KEEP IN MIND THAT MY ASK IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR YOUR FEEDBACK AND REQUESTS!
Requested: I CANT FIND THE DAMN REQUEST, BUT I PROMISE IT WAS REQUESTED
You walked into your favorite small book shop. With the holidays just around the corner the thick white snow blanketed the New York streets. Brushing snow from your shoulders, you walked through the aisles of books upon books. You weren’t able to go home for the holidays so you decided you would curl into yourself with a good book. You delicately traced your finger on the spine of a book when you heard a loud crash from the aisle over. You wandered over to the noise quickly to see someone who had dropped a couple books and records as they scattered the floors. You bent down to help the stranger when your fingers met his on top of a heavy book.
“Are you alright?”
You ask standing up and meeting his face. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and glanced up at him. He looked familiar. But you weren’t able to put your finger on it. He stared back at you but with a spark in his dark eyes.
“I um, yeah. I’m fine.”
He managed out, still a bit disheveled. You gave him a smile and he flashed you one in return.
Your heart stopped.
It was him. You recognized that smile. And you knew exactly where from.
“I-I. Here.” You stammered as you handed him the book you had picked up from the floor filling the awkward silence.
“Thanks.” He said as he took the book from your hands.
You turned around to walk away, and you got as far as two steps when-
Your breath caught in your throat and you turned around.
A small smile graced your face and you were slowly nodding.
He extended his hand to you.
“Lin. I know.”
He offered to take you over to his apartment that day, the least he could do for your kindness he promised. You found yourself reliving every high school daydream you had about him as you walked along the busy streets to the nearest subway station. He joked with you, talking about your favorite holiday movies as he even held your bag. He offered you his seat in the packed subway, and he offered you a cup of hot chocolate when you arrived at his apartment.
“The last packet.” he said. You shook your head.
“No way, It’s all yours.” you urged.
He shoved the red mug into your hands. You sighed in defeat as you gave him your best pout. He replied by letting out a chuckle and handing you a can of whipped cream. You sprayed a mountain on your hot chocolate and took a careful sip.
“Mmmm” you said as you felt the rich drink slide down your throat.
Lin just looked at you with his dark eyes that sparkled in his kitchen lighting. You blinked and he was closer than he was a second ago, so close that you felt his breath on your nose. It felt like you were dreaming.
Was he going to kiss you? God yes, please. He leaned in, hesitated, then brought his hand up to wipe at some whipped cream on your nose. You felt your face heat up, embarrassed. You wanted him. You should’ve kissed him first.
You’d never been to Broadway. What Lin called a Theatre Virgin. Not only did he give you tickets to In The Heights, he ushered you backstage to meet the cast before the show. You told him you couldn’t ask him to do such a thing. You told him that you could just buy tickets yourself but he didn’t have it. He told you it was the least you deserved. You were too afraid to ask him what that meant. You sat on the stairway as he and Karen were joking around. She was nice And pretty, and gorgeous, and kind, and funny, and witty, and perfect. For Lin. You had no right to be jealous. But you were. Lin walked away to talk to Chris and she sat next to you on the step.
“He’s quite the guy.” she said, moving her long hair to one side.
“Yeah.” you breathed.
“He likes you.” she said
“What?” you said barely in a whisper, but she was gone before you could ask further questions.
When the show ended you rushed backstage. You needed answers. You were tired of waiting for him, waiting for him to show signs, waiting for him to give you the attention you craved. You flung the door of his dressing room open. He stood there half dressed, sweaty, tired. Your brain stopped and everything you had planned to tell him slipped your mind.
“I- I” you tried.
“Listen I need to tell you-” he began.
You grabbed him by his white tank top and pulled him close. You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips and back up to meet your eyes.
“Kiss me.” you commanded. “Can I kiss you?” he said at the exact same time.
Nothing was slow. His lips met yours, eager like they’d wanted to do this years ago. Hands finding their way around your waist, yours moving up to wrap around his neck. You never could have imagined what it felt like to feel his lips against yours. The way he made your heart beat so fast. It was the end. The end of waiting for him, and the beginning of having him. The end of dreaming And the beginning of reality.
He had quite a load in his hands and he knew he shouldn’t have turned left so fast into the aisle, but he saw you. He saw you admiring a book and in a quick panic he turned into the nearest aisle, running into a book cart.
“Fuck.” he whispered as his books were scattered on the floor.
He bent down to grab them when his hands were touching someone else’s. He retreated quickly and looked up to see you. You looked different, aged. Shorter hair and softer eyes. Just as beautiful.
“Are you alright?” you asked
He realized what was happening and forced out a response before the silence between you two became too long. You smiled at him. That smile. It was the same, just as bright, just as youthful. He couldn’t help but smile back at you, it was like some secret language between you two. You turned to leave, ‘shit.’ he thought. He chanced it. He knew he would regret it if he let you go. Again.
“Y/N’?” You stopped dead in your tracks. Fuck, had he messed up? When you turned around with that smile he felt like he was floating. You nodded and Lin wanted nothing more than to tell you every single thought he had had about you in high school.
“Lin. I know.” you said. He felt like he was dreaming.
He invited you over, for gods sake he’d wanted to do so since senior year. He did everything he’d planned in his head. He held your bag, like he’d planned if he ever had gotten the chance to walk home with you from school. He offered you his seat on the subway, like he’d planned if he ever went on a first date with you. He offered you hot chocolate, like he’d planned if he ever got to spend a holiday with you as a couple.
“Last packet.” he said as he stirred the mixture in warm milk.
You refused it, making Lin want you to have it even more. He shoved the mug to you and you accepted it but not with an adorable pout plastered on your face. He handed you a can of whipped cream and watched as you piled it on top of the drink. That’s when he knew you were the one. He watched carefully as you took a long sip, an adorable dab of whipped cream on your nose. Unconsciously, he moved closer. His eyes were on your lips as his breathing got heavy. Was he going to do it?
Were you going to kiss him back? God yes, please. He leaned in, hesitated, you didn’t lean in to meet him halfway. In a last minute attempt to save his grace he brought his hand up to wipe away the whipped cream on your nose. Regret spread all over his thoughts. He wanted you. He should’ve kissed you.
Karen, actually who played Vanessa, was like a sister to Lin. He’d gone to her about you. He didn’t know what to do about you. Ever since you two reconnected he wasn’t able to get you out of his head. Not a single second passed where you weren’t on his mind.
“She’s coming to today’s show.” he said into his phone as he got ready.
“Is this the girl you’ve been talking about since high school?”
“…Maybe.” he replied
“You really like her don’t you.”
“She’s nice… And pretty, and gorgeous, and kind, and funny, and witty, and perfect. For me.” he said into the phone.
He gave you the ticket because you deserved it. It was the least he could give you for being such a sissy. For not being man enough to just let you know of his feelings, for beating around the bush. That was when he made the oath to himself. He was going to tell you tonight. Whether you were going to accept or decline was no longer part of the picture. He just needed to tell you.
“What?” Karen asked, surprised that he had his heart set on you.
He locked himself in his dressing room.
“Y/N. I need to tell you something.” he said into his mirror after the show.
“I like you and I have for a long time, and I don’t know if you like me too, but I-”
He slammed his fist on his dressing table. He couldn’t get the words right. He needed answers. He were tired of waiting for you to catch on to his barely-there flirts, waiting for you to return signs, waiting to give you the attention you deserved. He turned back to the mirror to practice once more when the door flung open. You stood there determined, as if on a mission.
“Y/N?” he tried to say with force but it came out more so as a question His brain stopped and everything he had planned to tell you slipped his mind.
“I- I” you said.
‘Fuck this.’ He thought. ‘It’s now or never.’
“Listen I need to tell you-” he began when you made wide strides over to him, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him close so that his lips were millimeters from yours. He couldn’t help his eyes that looked down at your lips. He wanted you. He was going to kiss you.
“Can I kiss you?” he said “Kiss me.” you commanded at the same time.
He instantly pressed his lips against yours feeling electricity run through his veins. He pulled you flesh to his body wanting to memorize how your body felt against his. Your lips kissed back with just as much passion, eager like they’d wanted to do this years ago. The way your lips felt against his was indescribable. unimaginable. The way you made his head spin. It was the end. The end of waiting for you, and the beginning of having you. The end of dreaming And the beginning of reality.
Fleur secretly wears glasses, hermione finds out *drama ensues *
Dudes, idk if it’s any good, I’ll try to get to the other prompts but this one I found kinda funny so I wanted to write it first. Didn’t spell check so any grammar mistake you find is mine.
Ok? ok. Hope you enjoy, lmk if you like it. :D
Hermione has always thought it annoying, inconsequential and not at all worth her time. She would hear other girls talking about it, the “badump badump” your heart makes when you stare at this “new hot bloke from Durmstrang did you see how he wears that tie? absolutely fascinating” coupled with high pitch giggles and frantic waving of arms.
She scowled and rolled her eyes.
How utterly annoying. A waste of time. She would rather dedicate her time elsewhere, like perfecting her craft and memorizing wand movements and incantations.
Of course she hasn’t completely disregarded the idea of attraction, it is, after all, an important part of ones’ life, she concedes. It’s a natural process created by chemicals in your body and with it, a manifestation of these weird uncharacteristic actions and mannerisms that by now some of the girls in their year were experiencing- scratch that- she scrunched her nose- that these girls are currently manifesting.
But that does not mean they could not use a bit more of self control. She raised her chin slightly more so than usual as she passed by the giggling girls by the hallway, eyeing said bloke lingering outside one of the classroom as she makes her way towards the library.
She sighed as soon as she crossed the door, at last, some peace and quiet.
The library was half full, all the good seats with sturdy, less dusty tables already occupied. But being a regular on the library, she knew where the best studying spots truly lies.
She passed several book cases, made twists and turns and finally, finally. She arrived at her usual spot, a nice clean desk by the window that grants her a nice view of the lake and the forest.
She placed down her book bag and started unpacking, placing her unfinished work neatly in an organized manner. She sat down and smiled to herself.
She was halfway into finishing a particularly tricky part of her potions essay, staring at the latest sentence she wrote as her quill was scrunched on the space between her mouth and her nose.
(Years later, she still wishes she wasn’t in such a state the first time it happened.)
“Bon jour, is this seat taken?” A familiar voice echoed out of nowhere.
Hermione looked up and met blue, twinkling amused eyes.
Badump, badump, badump.
Her quill fell down the desk and rolled off to the floor.
Shi- bugger. Hermione thought.
Hermione stared, she just kept on staring. Mouth half opened and not really sure what to make of the her heart speeding up. Am I having a heart attack? She wondered wildly.
The girl stared back.
“Um.” Work, brain.
The corner of the girl’s mouth quirked, she was holding several books on her arms against her chest.
Okay, it’s not as if it’s the first time she’s seen this particular girl.
“Uh.” WORK, DAMN IT.
And sure, of course she remembered this girl’s name. It was Fleur, yes. Fleur was her name.
“W-well, er.” WORK, FASTER, BRAIN.
Alright, and maybe. Just maybe, she was probably harboring some form of the aforementioned attraction towards Fleur. It’s not that she was completely unaware of it, it’s just that she hasn’t really had time to process this.
“Yes?” Fleur tilted her head. Hermione shouldn’t have found that adorable.
“Y-, no, I mean, yes- no.” Okay, that’s new. She observed internally. So, her basic motor functions aren’t exactly under her control right now, she’s packing up her things faster than she can remember her hands have ever moved- in hindsight this new skill may be an excellent one to have for the defense of the dark arts?
“Hermione, is everything alright?” Fleur asked again, moving to place down her books against the desk and stepping closer to Hermione.
“N-no, yes! I mean, It’s okay!” Wow, a full sentence. Hermione’s brain is definitely catching up now.
Fleur placed a comforting hand on Hermione’s shoulder and she all but squeaked, the arm she was using to practically hold herself up, because goodness. Her knees feels like jelly at the moment.
“Are you sure? Perhaps we should take you to the infirmary?”
Hermione felt Fleur’s thumb rubbing comforting circles against her shoulder. She stepped closer, and Hermione can almost see the specific dark and light blue flecks of the blonde girl’s blue irises.
I’m ready to die now, I might as well throw myself against the whomping willow.
Hermione thought even as she stumbled backwards, murmuring an unintelligible goodbye which probably sounded like “TABLE. HERE. NOT USING. TOTALLY DONE. YOURS. GOOD BYE.” only barely able to control herself from running instead of walking.
Fleur watched the gryffindor girl speedily walking away, slightly confused but mostly amused.
“Such an odd, adorable girl.” She murmured to herself.
She unconciously adjusted the black rimmed glasses currently perched on her nose.
“Oh, that’s where it has been all this time.”
She sat down the same seat Hermione was occupying and drummed her fingers quietly against the dark wood. Fondly remembering how adorably flushed the gryffindor was.
“Perhaps I should visit her in the library more often.“ She whispered happily to herself as she started working on her homework.
Okay so I was stalking your tumblr and I saw that you said the Huion(idk how to spell it) tablet was better than a Wacom, can you do a little comparison please? I'm planning on getting a Wacom for my birthday and I just wanna make sure it's what I want idk I'm sorry lol
OK basically, my huion is practically equivalent to a wacom intuos pro, but it’s around $70 as opposed to the $350 or so my wacom costed.
-stabilizers in huion are better
-wacom has better pens, better options for the buttons on them and some have erasers.
-my huion, despite being the same dimensions as my wacom was, has a MUCH larger working area, or space that actually responds to the pen.
-huion/monoprice (another brand i recommend) have way better customer service
basically wacom are overpriced because the company is the leading brand in the industry so all the big colleges and art/animation companies have them. they’re evil, i don’t like them, but you’ve gotta deal with them. (clintiq’s are the only wacom tablets worth getting but they’re RIDICULOUSLY expensive.)