18princess19  asked:

I am literally IN LOVE with your Spot drawings. Could you do a cannon-era one? Any situation, I just love Spot so much

quick Spot Conlon doodle/color. I like to draw him with striped socks.

I hope you enjoy!

anonymous asked:

“don’t even think about it.” Sprace...Sorry! there are so many I could be sending but I'll leave it at this at least for now :D

don’t even think about it. sprace

thank you so much!!! I love these so much they’re so much fun and I’m sorry I’m so late getting to these I’ve been at theatre camp all week but I’m catching up!!!

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Race didn’t hear his boyfriend come into the kitchen, so when a pair of wiry arms wrapped around his waist, he gave a start, causing the spoon in his hand to jerk suddenly.

“Careful,” he gasped, but he turned his head to peck Spot on the cheek. “I don’t want to spill the sauce.”

“No,” Spot mumbled, burying his face in Race’s neck. “Don’t waste any of it. I want to eat it all.”

“How late was your shift at the shop tonight?” Race asked, returning his attention to stirring the sauce on the stove. “Did you just get home?”

He received a yawn against his neck in response. “Too late. Much too late.”

“Anything past noon is too late for you,” Race pointed out, then hissed at the sharp pain in his neck as Spot bit him. “No teeth, asshole. We talked about this.”

“Don’t be a little shit, then,” Spot retorted sleepily. “And for your information, asshole, it was one to nine today.”

“Ew,” said Race mildly. “Gross.”

“I’m dying, Race. I’ve been standing on my feet for eight hours and I am actually dead.”

“Mm,” Race hummed, unconcerned. “What kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?”

“Nice to know you care,” Spot scoffed, resting his chin on Race’s shoulder.

Then, “And lilies.”

“Noted.” Race stuck a finger in the sauce and licked it, tasting. “Oh, that’s good.”

“That’s unsanitary,” Spot commented, and Race snorted loudly.

“Ask me if I give a fuck.”

Spot considered that, then said, “I want a taste.” He unwound an arm from around Race’s torso to dip in the sauce, but it was batted away.

“Don’t even think about it,” Race snapped. “Not until it’s done.”

“Ba-abe,” Spot whined. “I just want to taste it.”

“Sorry.” Race didn’t sound particularly sorry.

“I’m starving. Like, actually starving. To death.”

“Lilies at your funeral,” said Race. “Got it.”

“Asshole,” hissed Spot, coming around his boyfriend to lean on the countertop beside the stove. “I’ve been working all day. Feed me.”

“Feed yourself,” retorted Race. Then he paused. “Just kidding. Don’t do that. You’d burn the house down.”

“Okay, if you’re talking about the spaghetti incident, that was once, and-”

“The lemon chicken,” Race countered. “The baked potatoes.”

“Okay, so those weren’t technically-”

Race put the spoon down and turned completely to face his boyfriend. “The oatmeal.”

Spot opened his mouth, then closed it. Race had won, and he knew it.

“So I can’t make my own food,” he said. “All the more reason for you to let me have some of this.”

“Of course,” said Race with an easy grin, gesturing to the sauce. When Spot started forward, he pushed him out of reach. “After I’m done.”

“Asshole,” snapped Spot.

Race blew him a kiss, and received a middle finger in response.

“I hate you.”

“Be patient,” Race said, shit-eating grin widening.

“That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair, babe. I’ll be done soon. Love you!”

10

TITLE DROPS 

 edits by me, made with canva

I decided to dig through all the lyrics sheets of some of the most popular musicals, finding the first times the titles of the musicals were stated. It was actually challenging, surprisingly, for some of the plays where the title isn’t actually said in the songs that much.  But I made some pretty edits, and had a lot of fun with it. I also did one for Pippin, Sound of music and Gigi but. These were my favorites. 

YAY FOR MUSICALS.