this is dedicated to my 125 followers!! thank you guys soo much!
i was originally working on another project to celebrate 100+ followers, buuuut i got a little in over my head on that one, soo hopefully it’ll be ready by 200 😅 so here’s this thing i threw together instead. i recently got a new phone and have been having fun playing around with some art-related apps. i made this while playing around with the sketch app from sony, aand it was fun 😀 def recommend
do u ever just get the overwhelming feeling that you’re no one’s best friend? sure you’re friends with some people but they’ll always pick that one person over you and so will everyone else for someone else. they might consider it maybe for a second but they won’t pick you in the end and you know it. if so hmu we can be best friends please
Ever since The Incident (and subsequently after she had managed to
retrieve her blueprints), she had made a point to avoid Junkrat at all costs. It
wasn’t difficult by any means, as she had already made note of his various
habitual behaviors and routines, and she had used such observations to her
advantage when planning time in the workshop or attending meals. There had been
one instance in particular where she had grossly misjudged the timeframe that
had been available for her use—and that had resulted in her entering the
washroom while he was carefully whipping away a thin layer of sparse, pale
blond scruff from his chin with an old razorblade. Satya had suffered a
reluctant hello and three minutes of sullen silence as she brushed her teeth
beside him, half distracted by his show of personal hygiene and the rest
distracted by his apparent lack of trousers.
But it is for the best, she
tells herself. It is. It has to be.
Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand. If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers.
Sidney Crosby is invited to attend Prince Evgeni of Russia’s “Ball for a Boy,” an event specifically designed to find Prince Evgeni a suitable partner. It’s not that Sidney doesn’t want to go, it’s just, he doesn’t want to go, so he finds a small table in the back, sits down and makes some friends, hoping to stay out of sight. Prince Evgeni has eyes like a hawk, however, and as soon as he catches sight of Sidney, he knows he’s the one. It’s too bad, really, that Prince Evgeni is so charming and lovable, because Sidney can’t help but fall for him. They plan their wedding for the following Spring.