little big down

protect mila / sara is the big spoon fight me

bc i am gay trash i couldn’t help but notice mila and sara in the background of the GPF banquet photos and i just

oh mila

tfw u clutching at the gf during a horror movie but she’s too busy gleefully watching the bloodbath

sara pls she needs protection put down your phone

tldr; mila babicheva of the edgy undercut is a delicate cinnamon roll who should be protected at all costs. sara crispino of the flowing tresses is an actual knight who knows no fear. in other news, sara crispino is probably the big spoon.

“ Ain’t no fairytale
What I see in your eyes
Awaiting your mistake
Not too close, not too far“

anonymous asked:

what kind of tennis shoes do you wear with your socks dude

wow i cant believe this anonymous ask pulled my soul and consciousness hundreds of miles south into my birthplace of galveston island, texas, simply by referring to sneakers as “tennis shoes”


cool ones.

Runaway Snakes

Her ankles were sore and she was covered in a thin layer of dust , her skintight jeans were looser than they had been but she figured that was to be expected considering she hadn’t eaten a full meal in about two weeks. The road she was currently on seemed to go on for hours and there wasn’t a car in sight, like the last year of Betty Coopers life the beautiful blonde teenager was completely on her own, just her and the road. But.. she was so tired, so tired of hiding, of late nights sleeping in bus stations, 18 hour shifts at diners just to pay for the shotty motels in the dirty cities she kept company.

She was so tired of running.

Betty Cooper was sixteen years old, ”just a kid”, were the disappointed words uttered in her direction every time the run down, dirty blonde would beg for a waitress job or sign in at a motel, a black backpack holding all of her possessions. She was a fighter, small and stealthy, able to hide in the smallest places, a sense of “fight or flight” earned by years of abuse at the hands of multiple foster families. Her life had been..tough, but she was grateful, she was proud. She had survived, she was here and that had to mean something, it meant everything.

There was a low rumble coming from behind her, growing increasingly louder as she squinted, the sun beating down on her back. It was almost instinct for her thumb to stick out, hitch hiking came with the whole runaway thing, it was dangerous and there had been some.. not quite standup men who had offered her a ride but her body could only take so much more walking. Suddenly she was pushed back, Motorcycles, a gang, raced past her, her long blonde hair flying back as she tried desperately to make one of them stop, just a ride, not too far.

But no one stopped, they just kept riding, at least that what she thought as she watched helplessly, a disappointed huff leaving her lips. “whatever” she whispered, picking her backpack off the ground and hiking it over her shoulder.

“where ya headed?”

tThe low rumble of the unfamiliar voice had her whipping around, eyes widening at the bearded man seated on his Harley, a smile on his face as he stared at Betty expectantly.

“Oh! I’m so sorry I didn’t know you had stopped.” Betty apologized, remembering her manners instantly “ anywhere would be great, I’m just not sure where this road ends and Id love to get to a town before dark.”

The man stood from his bike

“ you do this a lot?” he questioned.

Betty cheeks flamed scarlet at the mans knowing eyes.

“ I…You could say that.” she answered, eyes looking anywhere but his.

“God, you’ve gotta be..what? fifteen?” he came to stand directly across from her, hands buried in his leather jacket, an intimidating snake tail curling over his shoulder, Southside Serpents written on the back.

“ I’m sixteen.” her eyes snapped back to the older mans, an undeniable fire sparking through her deep green eyes, she wasn’t going to let anyone mock her, make her feel small.

The bearded man smirked, enjoying the fire in her eyes

“I’ve got a boy your age. My son.. he reminds me a lot of you actually.”

Betty ran her fingers through her blonde curls, any talk of family always made her uncomfortable.

“ oh, I umm.. anyway about that ride? it doesn’t have to be far, maybe just a couple miles, I can rest my feet. my name is Betty by the way” she offered

“Fp Jones.” he pulled a helmet  out of the bag on the side of his bike. “ you can come home with me..” he started

Betty stepped back, her eyes searching frantically, fingers coming to grip the hunting knife in the side pocket of her backpack.

Fp noticed the fear racing through Bettys body, he quickly shook his head.

“ No!.. god no! I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry, I just meant.. listen one of our trailers is open, we had one of our own run off with a Ghoulie, she’s not welcomed back and we’ve been looking for someone to fill the trailer. you can stay there for a bit.” 

Bettys eyes widened again

“ I could never, how would I pay you? I don’t have work papers, I .. I have my license but.. its..” Betty scrambled, fingers clutching the shiny black helmet in her fingers.

Fp shook his head, getting  on the Harley and patting the space behind him

“We’ll figure it out later, now hop on If I let those guys get too ahead of me lord knows the trouble they’d get in.”

Without a second of hesitation Betty was wrapping her arms around the grown man with the heart of gold. The ride was short, not even thirty minutes when they pulled up to the trailer park “Sunnyside”.

Betty stepped off of the bike, her eyes falling to Fp who seemed to be waiting for her reaction

“Sunnyside? how… appropriate?” she smiled, dimples peeking through the dust and dirt coating her cheeks.

Fp chuckled, a deep belly laugh as the two scanned the dark and dingy trailer park.

“She aint much” he replied

Betty placed a hand to his forearm

“Its perfect.” she whispered, eyes burning into the older mans.

“A good place to hide” He smiled softly, his voice filled with understanding.

“Yeah, a good place to hide.” she answered back, voice far away.

Fp took her to her trailer and apologized for the mess, apparently the woman before had been a pig, it was nothing Betty couldn’t handle and the clothes that she had left seemed to be Bettys size if not a little big.”

“you oughta come down to the Whyte Worm once you’re all settled, meet some people, get a decent meal in ya, you’re too damn small girl, I mean you..” his words were cut off when a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist, dirty blonde hair pressing against his chest

“thank you Fp.” she whispered.

The gang member smiled softly. patting the girls head affectionately.

“anytime kid.” and then he was gone, leaving Betty alone in the brand new trailer. a space of her own, a place she could sleep without fear of someone banging on her door to let them in , “they just wanted a taste of the pretty blonde”, No foster fathers using her as a punching bag, and no police to lie to, just a bed and four walls. it was perfect.

After an hour long shower, Betty found herself in front of a vanity mirror, her hair clean and loose fell around her shoulders as the soft blue tank top and army green skirt felt like melted cotton her skin. Betty wasn’t really one for makeup but the brand new Ruby Red Lipstick sitting on the corner of the desk called for her, if this was going to be her new life , at least for now, why couldn’t she be someone different, someone new?


“Where were you?! everyone else got back at least twenty minutes before you, God dad, with the Ghoulies out for blood you cant just be disappearing like that.” Jughead Jones stared angrily at his father, Combat boot tapping impatiently on the floor of the bar, arms crossed making his leather jacket stretch the material tight against the  sixteen year olds biceps. “Well? I’m waiting where were you?” he questioned again.

Fp couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he watched his son scold him like a mother, he rested a heavy hand on the young serpents shoulder

“ I had to pick something up.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly, watching his son get riled up was his favorite past time.

“what?! pick up what? Dad!” Jughead called after the man who was currently sliding behind the bar.

Jughead Jones was essentially Serpent Royalty, the younger Serpents looked up to him , he was their faithful leader, a deep set mystery to the boy that had everyone trying to figure him out. He was fearless and angry but smart and fierce, traits he had gained from his father. The sadness he carried on his shoulders spoke of loss and pain, insecurity and darkness. He was handsome, dangerously so and yet  he was always on his own, the girls followed him around but he showed no interest, he was focused on the Serpents on carrying his fathers legacy. plus.. he was too damaged, too much baggage.

“Turn around, you’ll see what I picked up.” his father winked, shouting over the ruckus of the bar.

It was almost like slow motion as Jughead turned around, he saw her instantly, the dim light of the bar like a halo above her. She was beautiful, a vision of honey blonde hair and long tan legs, her lips painted Cherry red and her eyes the deepest shade of meadow green. she was beautiful, the way she walked through the bar  dodging and gliding past the rowdy drunks and angry females glaring her way, he had never seen someone like her, never seen the fierce determination in someone’s eyes, never seen the matching sorrow buried deep behind a nervous smile. It was like looking in a mirror, his heart stirred, a heavy sharp throbbing,  one he’d never felt before.


she was heading right towards him.

“oh shit” he mumbled


Two voices that will leave you singin’ for the Boondocks.

Allura twisted her wrist out of Shiro’s grasp, laughing uncontrollably at his attempts to slow her down as they raced down the long castle corridor. 

 “You can’t beat an Altean at her own game! Nice try, mithnir,” She taunted, narrowly avoiding another one of his side-swipes. 

“Who are you calling a mithnir, you mithnir?” Shiro grinned from ear to ear and his fingertips brushed her waist before she darted once more out of his reach. Allura bit off her giggle at the misinterpretation and put on another burst of speed. The two sped past the training room, where the other sparring paladins stopped short in bewilderment. 

Pidge peered out the doorway, “Are they calling each other… cuties?”

Okay so, it’s Sunday and i’m out of good paper to draw anything new and everything is closed on Sunday so I can’t get more. I still have not-so-good paper that I can use for linearts but that’s pretty much it, sooo

How about we do an ask game thing or an anon hour later tonight? Some of you have been asking for one and it’s been a loooong time, and I miss talking w/ you all. I can still answer with little doodles, I just can’t paint them. I’ll let ya know!


I paid money for this, too

collage with all my louis drawings since my last collage. finished it yesterday but figured i’d post it in honor of louis’ b-day. i draw him a lot lmao