im kinda late on this one

do yall ever become a fan of something like a decade late and play one of their newest games and when you try to go into the past and play the older games with the older graphics and youre just like

love is in the air


One Punch Man x ME!ME!ME! Crossover

anonymous asked:


I got you

filter > blur > radial blur > spin

keep the amount at about 4-10 unless you want to be extremely SHOOK 

also works with nyoom !!!
filter > blur > radial blur > zoom 
(you can put the amount at 10+ for this, it’s hella)

and also filter > blur > motion blur
(I used this one a lot for the laugh in that one video)

hi friends!! so a few months ago i started printing out my headers because i really like how it makes my notes look uniformed and i love how it saves so much time compared to when i hand-letter my notes (i take rly long when i letter because im a perfectionist lmao). lately a lot have been asking me about how i print my headers so here’s a step by step tutorial!!(side note: this is only how i do it though, so however you guys do it will vary on how exactly how you want your headers to look like, the size of your paper, etc!! i use muji b5 paper) **i’m really not that good at givin instructions btw so if u have any more questions just hit me up fam. this is my first tutorial/tips post pls forgive me if im kinda confusin lolz

this is a tutorial using google docs!! i don’t really use word but im sure there’s a setting similar like this for microsoft?? not sure tho ok

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GOT7 As Roommates

So I was reminded of the one I did for BTS (which you could find here) and I thought this would be a cute thing to do <3

(gif credits to the original owners)


Originally posted by magiccastles

(hot ass)

  • he strikes me as a dad type
  • like he’ll be kinda protective of you, making sure you don’t stay out too late and come home at the right time.
  • he’ll say that it’s to keep a watch on you but he lowkey misses you.
  • typical dad always ends up falling asleep on the sofa.
  • so you always have to shake him to get him to actually go to bed.
  • you’ll feel really awkward when you accidentally call him dad bc he basically is
  • “is this a new fetish or something?”
    “shut up im jaebum”
  • also just another gross male that you have to deal with.
  • “leader of got7 or president of the US i don’t care, just wash the dishes”
  • people often mistake him for your boyfriend bc you guys are weirdly comfortable around him.
  • he’ll probably just walk around half naked with no shame
  • you’ll just throw his dirty laundry to get him to put clothes on.
  • does get a lil’ awkward if you’re ever upset.
  • will shyly admit he ordered take out to cheer you up and you chill for the rest of the evening.
  • he’ll get quite angry if someone has upset you or work is giving you a hard time but won’t show it.
  • since he’s a dad for thot7 as well, just expect the guys to often be over.
  • reliable dad friend roommate beom ™
  • you always make him cringe or make fun (in a friendly way okay)
  • you’ll be over sitting in a weird position on the sofa you’ll just be like “the a teaser, amirite” and poor boy would die of cringe.
  • with that weird dinosaur laugh he has

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Guess who didn’t post shit for Raffles week even though I got maybe 70% of the prompts done bc I had to finalize my designs

and i never got to scan them bc the scanner never got fixed so here are more phone quality photos I love YOU GUYS


Day 15 - Favorite Scene
It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I’ve been wanting to draw this one for a while

ok so imagine: taako coming back from wonderland, all the effects from the sacrifices permanent forever. whenever hes around other people he burns through spell slots casting disguise self to make him look like he used to; sometimes even when hes alone, just because. one day hes with krav and maybe he runs out of spell slots or just doesnt notice the spell running out and kravitz gets this look on his face of like, slight shock, then a mixture of confusion and concern and taako is like “oh shit. uh i gotta go actually im late for… hair..cut? i left my oven on… im. bleeding internally anywaygoodtoseeyoubye!”

and kravitz is like “woah hang on a sec” and he kinda pieces together what happened because taako is reluctant to tell the whole story and also hes pulled his hat over his head and face and is saying “everythings fine. this is totally normal ive always worn my hat like this, havent you noticed? its kinda my trademark look.”

kravitz tells him that he didnt fall in love with taako because of his beauty, he fell in love with him because he was charming and funny, because theres no one else like him anywhere. and he tells him that his worth isnt determined by his looks, and “taako, youre beautiful because youre you, and that will never change” and he reminds him that half the time hes an undead skeleton man with no facial features and that hes lucky to be with taako. they hug and taako lifts his hat back up so he can kiss that wonderful undead skeleton man

Taste It - Jim Moriarty x Reader

this one is so weird ahhh

it’s kind of kinky? but super super weird.

yeah i dont know im sorry

(also kinda gross depending on how you are but yeah. Not what I usually write.)

Originally posted by aphgeneralhux

“Argh.” He groaned, clutching his head, tilting his head back.

“What?” You asked blandly, unamused with Jim’s dramatic mood lately. 

He sighed, “(Y/n), it’s just so boring.

“Oh yes I know, terribly so, why don’t you go and play with Sherlock again - oh wait” You look up from your book to meet Jim’s eyes. “You killed him.”

Jim rolled his eyes, “Yes, thank you (Y/n), very helpful, thank you for reminding me.”

There was silence in the one room flat. Jim lay spread eagle on the bed, you sitting in the large armchair.

Tick, tick, tic-

Suddenly, Jim got up and hurled the clock from the shelf. It hit the floor, shattering and the cogs and glass skidded across the floor.

You winced, reaching down to look at your calf, which had been sliced open by a stray piece. It wasn’t deep but it stung, the blood ebbing from the wound.

Jim slid down to crouch in front of you, holding your leg in his hands he examined your wound.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked angrily.

He looked up at you, a crooked smile on his lips, “Can’t you just taste it?”

“Taste what?” You asked, not sure you wanted to.

“The sexual tension of course.” He smirked, and with one swift motion he licked up your leg, his tongue stinging against your skin. 

You gasped in pain, your hands going to his hair to hold him back.

“There we go!” He laughed as you held him away from you, exposing his pale, pale neck. 

“You’re sick.”

“True. But you’re a bit sick too, aren’t you (Y/n)?” Jim raised an eyebrow, tilting his head and pouting as much as he could in his current position. 

You shoved him back with a foot to the chest and he fell back on the wooden floorboards, laughing. Sliding off the chair, you leaned over him, your mouth inches from his, “I don’t taste anything, my dear friend.” You spat the last word. 

“Let me show you.” Jim murmured, taking you slowly towards him, giving you a chance to push him away again, but you didn’t. Your lips met his in a messy, clumsy, rage fueled kiss. His hands held your shoulders, pulling you down to him and then under him when he rolled over. 

“Can you taste it now, “(Y/n)?” He asked sarcastically, licking his lips.

“Oh just a taste.” You teased. He smirked and went back to kiss you, to give you a better taste of whatever it was he had. 

And it was good.


It’s Tuesday afternoon and Hinata darts into the gym with frantic eyes and a screamed “someones gotta take one for the team and kiss me right now.”

There’s many things wrong with the situation. The first being that Hinata is actually 20 minutes late to practice when he’s usually an hour early, and two he’s asking someone to kiss him.

“Someone needs to do it and they have to do it fast-” Hinata huffs, glancing behind him at the door before whipping his head back to the team and scouring for a victim.

Kageyama is a very willing victim because this is his chance, he’s been wanting to kiss Hinata since they were first years in highschool and this is his chance if only Hinata would look at him-

“Why?” Suga asks,interrupting Kageyama’s attempts at mental telepathy.

“You gotta.” Hinata blurts before cursing and gripping the closest thing, which happens to be a 188cm blonde with glasses. Kageyama misses his chance.

“You piece of shit, we are not doing this-” Tsukishima tries to shove Hinata away but Hinata is quite literally climbing him and before Tsukishima can say anymore, Hinata shoves their mouths together with no finesse. It’s wet and loud and involves a lot of manhandling.

Tsukishima has appeared to have passed on and entered some rigor mortis phase of decomposition when Hinata finally pulls his lips off with a wet pop and turns to the open gym doors where a crest fallen girl is staring.

“I’m sorry.” hinata bows, “I have a boyfriend. We kiss and stuff. I can’t date you but thank you for your feelings, they’re really nice.”

The girl stares at Tsukishima who is still frozen. Kageyama thinks he see’s a single tear fall down his cheek when Hinata wraps his arms around Tsukishima’s waist and rests his head against his stiff, soulless chest. Hinata doesn’t hear a heart beat. “He’s shy.”

“He’s dead.” Noya gapes from behind Kageyama.

“RIP Tsukki.” Yamaguchi whispers, raising watery eyes to the heavens.

pphew! sorry for the late reply to these >.< i figured id just reply to all these in one post with some pics. Below are the watercolors i use and the the gold paints (keep in mind those pics i posted were like first attempts @_@ im still getting used to these…)

The water colors are Mjello Mission Gold Watercolors in the 34 tube set and the gold palette are the FineTec Artist Mica Watercolors in the Pearl set. 

Now I’ll state first– both these sets are kinda pricey. The FineTec palette (about $27) is so worth it though because it comes in different golds and one tube of gold gouache is usually like $9 each or more depending on the amount of mica, so def worth the price and variety.

Below: from lightest to darkest on ivory tinted paper [Silver, Moon Gold, Gold Pearl, Arabic Gold, Tibet Gold, & Inca Gold] they look SUPER outstanding on black paper as well!

my fav is the richest one, the Inca Gold.

They are super nice, but if you plan on getting them, they are super HARD palettes! It’ll take a lot of scrubbing to get them activated and to have that nice gouache-like thickness, so if you don’t want to ruin your nice brushes, I def recommend getting some Ox Gall. Adding a drop or two of this will get them activated in no time, and with a nice opaque thickness. (the brand I have below they dont sell anymore, but other brands still make it)

As for the water colors, ehhh i feel weird cuz those vegetas were like my first attempts with this brand. Ive always used the Sakura Koi 24 color set palette because theyre super nice and super cheap (like $20) and Ive had them for years. I only got these because I wanted higher-grade watercolors in tubes. But they are very expensive, but for good reasons: they have a lot of pigment, which makes them so vibrant and bright and theyre designed to be very close to natural colors, not to mention theyre so SMOOTH when painting and they’ll probs last me forEVER because you get so much color with very little water.

(opera is best color IMHO) here’s a color chart I made (that took FOREVER btw) to give you an idea how beautiful they are and how many nice colors they make

so yea! those are the paints I used for those particular pics. Course if you would like a nice, cheap watercolor recommendation that works pretty well, Sakura Koi’s are a fantastic substitute. …..SORRY IF THIS WAS LONG i just akdfhalkfhd i like talking about traditional hope this was at least a little informative >.< if anyone has questions or wants some recommendations (while also saving some money) feel free to ask! I’ll help in any way i can with what i know, cuz despite posting mostly digital art, I am a traditional art supply FANATIC. 

Spelling Pt. 1.5 (Lin x Reader)


Warnings: Swears

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! 






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.

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.
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.


A/N: Hey guys, so this one is kinda based off of a car ride I had with this guy that I really like, and as soon as I got home I immediately listened to this song and cried to my best friend. (also, this took me MONTHS to write, im talking since like fucking June-Julyish) P.s halsey is queen

Warnings: explicit language

Song(s) Used: Drive- Halsey

Pairing: Dan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1401 words (ohh look at that, longer than usual)

Your P.O.V

It was late, must’ve been around 1:45 am on a Friday night. The party I was currently attending with a few friends was still in full swing, but I was bored. Maybe it was because of the fact that I wasn’t drinking, because I had to be the sober driver, but I was bored. My night has consisted of being hit on by my friends and watching my drunk friends act in an animalistic state.

As I was sitting there, thinking about wanting to go home, Dan comes over and sits next to me and leans his head on my shoulder.

“(Y/N), can you take me home? I’m really tired.” He asks, slurring his words slightly. I giggle at how childish he looks, feeling butterflied in my stomach because of the close contact we have. I say yes and we stand up and head out the door.

I jump in the drivers seat as he jumps in the passengers seat next to me. We put our seat belts on and then I start up the car. There’s something about having this insanely attractive guy in the car with me, that makes me feel so awkward and nervous. I wrap my hand around the stick shift and put the car into reverse, reversing out of the drive way, and then when we reversed out, I put the car into drive, and then we were taking off.

I quickly glance at Dan sitting in the passengers side and he looks so peaceful, so content, his face illuminated from my headlights bouncing off of an exit sign that I just missed. “Fuck” I curse to myself. But Dan, he just laughed at me

I feel like I cant keep my eyes off of him, but as dangerous as that is as a driver, I wish I could just stare at him forever.

It’s always been obvious that I like Dan, and it’s always been kind of obvious that he likes me, except neither of us are willing to admit it to each other in fear of rejection. And so we drive, and i think about all of the feelings buried inside of me, hiding them, not wanting him to know just yet, but I always feel like I’m waiting for a sign from him that gives me a definite answer to whether or not he does feel the same way about me.

I quickly glance over at him, and the look on his face, maybe he’s thinking the same thing, maybe he’s thinking about all the feelings that he hides. I guess we let our pride get in the way when it comes to admitting our feelings.

I turn my music on to release some the awkwardness in this silent car. And the first song that comes on is Creep by Radiohead.

“Holy shit, I love this song!” Dan exclaims excitedly as he turns the music up. I let out a little giggle at his excited behaviour. He’s everything I could ever want, he is perfection to me, and also Dan managed to sing out the words perfectly in tune; maybe that was because the actual song was playing, so it was easier for him to get the notes, but he did.

We stopped at a red light, and I look at him for a little while, just admiring him in all of his glory. His cheeks red from the alcohol that was consumed, the smile on his face, looking content; his lips. Looking at his lips illuminated by the red light in front of us, it’s almost like I can feel his soft lips on my neck and I can’t shake off that feeling. It’s like a tingly feeling on my neck that nerve goes away.

“What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here. I don’t belong here…..” Dan finished the song in a harmonious tune, it was quite beautiful actually.

“Oh my god that was so bad” he laughs. Almost as if his laugh is echoing down the high way. His laugh is so compelling, such a joyous sound. His laugh always makes me happy, instead of feeling the hollowness in my chest, I feel happiness.

This whole process was going fairly slow, I mean the whole ‘Dan and I’ process. Apart of me wishes he woud just make a move already, but then another part of me wishes he wouldn’t. Why? because theres nothing worse than getting what you’ve always wanted, only for it to end up being not what you thought it was gonna turn out to be, and not what you wanted in the first place.

What if that would happen to us? It’s something I’ve had high hopes of for a while now, and what of Dan and I get into a relationship and nothing is what i thought it would be and the both of us wind up being disappointed and hurt. What if?

“What are you thinking about?” Dan leans over to my side of the car and whispers in my ear. The feeling of his warm breath slightly on my neck is enough to send shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, trying not to think about what just happened.

“N-nothing, just trying to concentrate and getting you home in one piece.” I joked. I could feel his eyes on me, burning through my skin, and I knew what look he was giving me. His smirking face. “But seriously, it’s not important, don’t worry about it.”

We were stopped at another red light and I looked over at his face, he looked like he was almost disappointed. “Well, you’re one of my bestfriends, and i would’ve thought you would be able to tell me anything that’s on your mind.” Best friend. Best friend. Best friend. Just bestfriend, and that’s all I’ll ever be I guess.

“It’s a conversation for later, Dan” I sighed as I started driving again, about 5 minutes away from his flat. But he wasn’t having any of it.

“Pull over” he demanded

“What? Dan n-”

“Pull over (Y/N) Goddammit!” He shouted. I obeyed and pulled over on the side of the road

“Dan! What the fuck’s your problem?” I yelled at him, looking at him like he was crazy (but i was probably the crazy one)

He looks at me, his brown eyes burning into mine. “Fuck sakes (Y/N)! I know theres something you want to tell me! I’m not stupid.” I look down after he says those words, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it. I look at him with regret in my eyes. Regret for not telling him, but also regret for even having this conversation in the first place. He looks at me almost the same way. “(Y/N), you know I like you, so if thats what you were thinking about, then please tell me. I can’t be left with all these questions with no answers to them.” Dan confessed softly. His confession should’ve shocked me, but it didn’t because he’s right, I knew.

“Then you must know that I like you too? You can’t be that oblivious can you?” I admitted, slight annoyance in my voice mixed in with a giggle (if that’s even possible). Dan laughed shaking his head.

“Yes, I can be that oblivious.” he giggles to himself “So, what do we do now?” Dan asks, uncertainty in his voice.

“Well it’s simple, we can’t stay here on the side of the road all night. So how about I take you home?” I asked but he smiled and shook his head no.

“Orrrr we could….” He smiles and leans in, closer, closer, closer until i feel his lips on top of mine. We both smile into the kiss and honestly? It’s everything I imagined

“All we do is drive. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide. All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign, sick and full of pride. All we do is drive…”


i sure have been drawing a lot lately!! and a lot of wodahs too… but i love them so much i cant help it, eheh

i’ve also gone bak to using one of my favourite ink brushes after neglecting it for quite a while, and i kinda forgot how much i liked the feel of it and how it looks… i hope you guys do too!

click for captions! please enjoy!