not sure if i like the coloring but oh well

marrella-splendens  asked:

what about eyes that can see more of the electromagnetic spectrum?

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know


Both the infrared and ultraviolet ranges are much wider than the visible spectrum; consequently they should be considered as having more primary colors, right? Like, waaaaay more. I think I computed something like 60? I did that a while ago…

But like. That actually just defines the dimensionality of color-space, right? We have 3 and that’s why we classically have a cube of possible colors (well, sort of). I’m fairly certain that removing saturation/brightness suggests that the dimensionality of the hue-space would be (number of primary colors) - 2. So the number of colors you see is really exponential in the number of primary colors, in some sense.

Really, at some point, it becomes more reasonable to think of it as every point you see singing its own song, all songs that you see-hear simultaneously.

Just… imagine.

…I’m more or less supposing I have access to extra brain power to process all that though.


Lineart practice in my sketchbook I made a while back (gotta post my sketchbook stuff - there’s still loads left…) 

+ a colored version made in photoshop


Come on, Raven. What stinks the most? That I tricked you? That I nearly wiped out your team? That everyone liked me better than you? Or is it that deep down inside you really believed I was your friend?

anonymous asked:

Can i request the RFA+ minor duo going Victoria secret shopping with MC? And don't stress yourself too much over Requests love~ take all the time you need :)

~Oooooh, yes. LOL! Thank you so much for the request and thank you for the kind words. I appreciate it so much! 

◉ Yoosung 

  • He’s a stuttering and fumbling mess the entire time 
  • Doesn’t have the courage to touch anything 
  • Feels extremely awkward seeing all the other customers grabbing items, and thinks he should try to avert his gaze 
  • He TRIES to keep his eyes on the floor
  • Every time he looks around he is imagining you in the outfits 
    • “Yoosung, what do you think of this?” you hold up lingerie with pink frills 
  • He almost has a heart attack 
  • So many images in his mind 
    • “IT’S P-PERFECT”
    • Shh, you don’t have to yell” you laugh 
  • He can’t control the volume of his voice 
  • Talking to himself in his head, telling himself to clam down
  • He liked the area where theres beauty products and lotions/perfumes 
    • “Oh, this smells nice MC! Want me to get it for you?” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He’s rather un-phased
  • To be honest, he finds lingerie rather unnecessary
    • “Are you sure you want to buy this? I’m just going to be taking it off of you…”
    • “I’m not just here for lingerie, Jumin. I need new bras and panties as well,” you shake your head 
  • He’s very opinionated 
    • “That looks cheap.” “I don’t like that color.” 
  • He’s not doing it to be an ass, he’s just used to speaking his mind 
  • Wants you to look good, and tells you to get whatever you want
    • “Sweat pants?”
    • “They have really comfy ones…” you say shyly 
    • “You’re so cute,” he adds them to your basket 

◉ Zen 

  • He’s screaming internally 
  • He’s READY for this 
  • At first he thinks you’re going to stick to the normal bra and panty sets
  • Maybe you’ll be adventurous and go for some lace 
  • But you hold up a lingerie set with cut outs and strings and bow and-
  • He almost has a nose bleed 
    • “B-Babe! Careful! Another guy might see!!!” 
  • He grabs it from your hands 
    • “There are only girls around right now, relax!” 
  • He wants to pay for it and drag you home as fast as possible 
  • He’s spacing out
  • Imagining coming home to you in the lingerie, you’re in the kitchen cooking for him 
    • ~~~Welcome home, Zenny!~~~
    • “ZEN!” 
  • His daydream is interrupted by your nudging his ribs 
    • “Let’s go, I paid already,” you laugh 
  • Gladly 

◉ Jaehee 

  • Finally!
  • She needed some new underwear as well 
  • You guys spend over an hour looking at everything 
  • And stocking up on your favorite lotions 
  • Jaehee has some extremely pretty bras 
  • You guys even got matching ones! 
  • She is sorting everything in your basket out when she pulls up a black silk nighty 
    • “Wh-What’s this?!” 
    • “Darn it! I…snuck it in. I was going to surprise you tonight…”
  • Her cheeks turned bright red 
    • “Oh! O-Okay!” 
  • She fumbled around to put everything on the counter 
  • Inside, she couldn’t help but be excited to see you wearing that later that night 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He’s making jokes to cover his embarrassment 
    • “Do you think this would look good on me?” he hold up a bra to his chest 
    • “Can you be serious once in your life?” 
  • You both laugh 
  • He’s surprisingly good at telling you his opinion on what he wants to see you in ?
    • He’s actually picking things that are a little more risqué than you had ever thought he would be in to 
      • “What? I am a guy, after all…”
    • Asks if he can come into the changing room with you 
      • “No!”
      • “It was only a joke, calm down,” he pokes your cheek and waits patiently while you try a few items on 
    • Super giddy when you finally pay and head home 
      • “So if you are dressing up tonight…does that mean I can, too?”
      •  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

    ◉ V

    • Of course he is super calm about it 
    • Doesn’t like the perfume section though
    • The smells are too overwhelming for him 
    • He wishes he could help pick things out, but he can barely make out the colors of the fabrics 
    • He tries nonetheless 
    • Just smiling the whole time 
    • Choosing things by feel 
      • “This silk is nice, don’t you think? This would feel nice on you…”
    • He does get a blush on his cheeks every now and then and you’re glad he can’t see your staring as you hold back a giggle 
    • A couple times he ended up showing an item to a mannequin 
      • “…Do you not like it?” 
      • “V!…I’m over here…” -_-;;;

    ◉ Saeran 

    • No way!
      • You’re not dragging me into that damn store!!!!”
        • [2 hours later]
    • He stand with his arms crossed, grumbling in the store 
    • Silent as ever as you look through all of the items 
      • “Stop pouting and help me choose!”
      • “No.”
    • The only thing getting him through this is the promise of ice cream and pretzels from the food court 
    • He keeps scowling in response to your random laughs 
    • He doesn’t know, but his cheeks have been slightly pink since you walked in 
    • Eyes went wide when you picked up a particular black and pink lingerie set 
    • But he immediately looked away and pretended to not be interested 
    • Breathed a sigh of relief when you finally paid and started to head out 
      • “Ya know, you could have helped me out a bit more with choosing things back there…”
      • “Why do you need me anyway? You could have picked anything in there and it would look good on you”
    • You squeezed his hand at his response and he realized what he said 
      • “Oh, shut up,” he could feel you smiling at him, “come on. I’m starving. You said I get food.” 

    Please, Oikawa-san, take me away. I don’t care where, as long as it’s far away from here.

    This is from the very beginning of the amazing road trip au created by the wonderful @mooksmookin!! (do ask them about it, it’s really great!!) I have a small comic for this that I’m working on, but since it will probably take a while, I’m just going to post these two pics.

    Kira: I’M SO LATE- I wanted to do a present for caretaker!Asriel’s bday but I was so busy and I couldn’t complete it in time T___T BY THE WAY I hope he’ll like it anyway! underpath!Frisk&Asriel gave him a yummy pie (no chocolate involved here) while underpath!Chara is making sure caretaker!Chara doesn’t appear-
    Also a lot of love for @caretaker-au Authors!

    (Also first time I try coloring with colored pencils, I’m so inspired by the amazing @/georgetheblob but I’m not that good T__T! Should practice more-)

    Sickness Ruins Everything

    Request: “Can you do a Pennywise & Reader Imagine where the reader is sick with the flu or something similar like that and her mother refuses to let her get out of bed and threatens to duct tape her to the bed if she has to. But the reader feels bad because she was supposed to see Pennywise. But then he knocks on her window and sees she is sick and keeps her company watching Disney movies and then she has to take her medication the grape flavor and makes her drowsy and pls include sleepy cuddles? Thanx =3″

    Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

    Warnings: None

    A/N: I’m now accepting requests for Stan Uris, the rest of the Losers’ Club and Pennywise as some of you may already know :)

    You were supposed to meet your neighborhood clown Pennywise today. Keywords: supposed to until you got sick and could literally not get out of bed. It started with a sore throat but then it got worse. Your muscles started hurting, you got chills, a fever, congestion, runny nose, chest discomfort, a headache, shortness of breath, phlegm. Overall it was horrible and you felt like you were dying although you weren’t you just had the flu.

    Thankfully your fever had gone away, your muscles stopped hurting, your headache stopped and you chest didn’t hurt all the time only when you coughed hard but that was about it. Now you were left to deal with the rest of the symptoms on your own. It would take almost a week for you to be fully back to normal, boy you couldn’t wait. You hated being stuck in your bedroom the whole day away from your friends and the outside world.

    “Mom can I please go outside I’ll take my medicine and some tissues with me.” You said trying to convince your mother to let you go out for the 3rd time.

    “No you will stay in this room until you get better. I’ll duct tape you to your bed if I have to.” Your mom threatened.

    “But mommm.” You moaned annoyed.

    “But nothing missy you’re staying here end of discussion. I’ll check up on you every now and then.” She said kissing your forehead.

    “Don’t bother.” You murmured into your pillow as she closed your bedroom door. 

    Minutes had passed and you had fallen asleep laying on your side with your covers on you. You hadn’t even noticed that Pennywise had came into your room and was now sitting on your bed. 

    “Y/N.” Pennywise whispered as he tapped your shoulder trying to get you to wake up.

    “Y/N.” He said once again shaking you lightly. 

    This time you had woken up, you rubbed your eyes and yawn lightly. You opened your eyes realizing who it was a big smile appeared on your face.

    “Penny!” You shouted excitedly as he gave you a hug. “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t go see you I’m really sick and my mom didn’t let me go out.” You explained.

    “Yeah I could tell right when I came into this room. Sorry I woke you up.” Pennywise frowned.

    “Don’t worry about it all I’ve been able to do all day is eat, sleep, watch TV and repeat. It gets boring after a while.” You sighed. 

    “But you need your sleep I know you’re tired so come on off to bed again.” Pennywise said.

    “No Penny that means we won’t be able to spend time together.” You pouted.

    “I’ll be right by your side making sure you’re safe and have everything you need technically we will be spending time together.” 

    “Are you sure?” You asked as you yawned.

    “Yes now come on sleep child.” Pennywise pulled your covers over you.

    He sat next you running his hand through your hair. Oh I forgot to mention he was in his human form (he looks like Bill in his human form because I figured since he plays Pennywise that will be his human form, himself) 

    In his human form Pennywise was tall, attractive, and fairly well built with lean muscles. His skin is pale; he has full, lush lips and dirty blonde hair that sometimes appears browner. His eyes are a green/hazel color. He is always clean shaven and very well dressed at all times. (Like the gif below. That will always be his human form when you read my Pennywise imagines)

    Immediately you fell asleep again, the feeling of Pennywise’s fingers running through your hair had soothed you into a deep and peaceful slumber. Pennywise heard footsteps approaching your room he sat up ready to attack anyone that wanted to cause you harm. That was until he saw your mom enter, he laid back down knowing that everything was alright.

    Thankfully adults couldn’t see Pennywise no matter what form he was in giving him a huge advantage. He saw your mom kneel down and place a kiss on your forehead as she moved a strand of hair away from your face and smiled.

    “That’s my beautiful little girl. I hope you feel better.” She smiled.

    “She really is beautiful that’s why I’ll always protect her. She deserves the world.” Pennywise whispered although your mom could not hear or see him.

    Your mother walked out of your room shutting the door quietly behind her. Leaving you under the protection and care of your friendly (only to you) neighborhood clown Pennywise, who was currently in his human form. 


    *Requested*  Can I request a Damon Salvatore one shot where the reader and Damon were best friends before he moved back to Mystic Falls and then he kinda forgets her and they meet again and she is just really sarcastic about the whole thing so Damon kisses her to shut her up or something like that?

    (Attention, sarcasm ahead :D No seriously, I hope this is sarcastic enough for the lovely anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy! Happy reading my lovelies!)

    Characters: Damon x Reader

    Story Title: “Radio Silence”

    Warnings: Swearing

    Word count: 886

    Your name: submit What is this?

    It´s very early in the morning, as the chatter echoes through the bar, slowly dies down, signaling that it is almost closing time. You bought this bar 8 months ago after you and a certain blue-eyed friend of yours pretty much trashed the place. You always desired to have your own bar and this seemed to be the right fit.

    A bartender of yours knocks on the door of your small office, sticking his head through the crack of the door.

    Bartender: “Hey, there´s a guy asking for you out front.”

    Y/N: “What? Who?”

    Bartender: “No idea. He didn´t say his name. But he´s smoking hot.”

    You follow him outside wondering who that smoking hot guy is, but you stop dead in your tracks as you come face to face with your best friend Damon, or better former best friend.

    Y/N: “Well well, look who it is.”

    Damon: “You finally renovated, huh? I hope you serve something else than beer now.”

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    Multi-Lingual Lance

    So, I’ve seen a lot of posts about Lance being bilingual because he’s from Cuba, but this is my personal head canon. I mean, the boy went to a super elite astronaut-training school, yet we know he’s not as technologically gifted as say Hunk or Pidge (and his piloting skills are debatable). What if he got in based on another talent?

    Woah this got long. More under the cut.

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    forlorn-kumquat  asked:

    Tony/Rhodey - soulmate wingfic!

    When they first meet–Tony stumbling into the dorm room alone and slightly fuzzy, not drunk but definitely tipsy, four hours after Rhodey’s parents have kissed and hugged him goodbye–Tony’s too young for his primary feathers to grow in with their final color.

    Rhodey’s just finished growing in over the summer, a clean, deep metallic silver at the very tips of his wings. The rest of his wings are a deep, even brown, creating a sharp contrast.

    Tony’s are a russet color, and folded so tightly against his back that Rhodey thinks is must hurt. It’s a month before Tony starts relaxing them around him.

    Tony’s wings are small. It’s totally normal, Tony is small, and he’s still got ample growing to do. His primaries aren’t even fully in yet. But Tony takes a lot of flak for it, and tries to prevent others from seeing his wings.

    He leaves them relaxed around the dorm room, though.

    By the end of their senior year, Tony’s adult primaries still haven’t come in. Now they’re a little late, but it’s not unheard of and all sorts of things can delay wing growth. Stress, for example, although Rhodey would never mention it aloud.

    Rhodey leaves, joining the Air Force, and Tony heads back to New York, at least at first. Obadiah wants to start showing him the ropes, because the company is going to be Tony’s soon enough. But Rhodey hears stories. Tony’s getting patent after patent, enough to make the military salivate, but he’s also on every tabloid across the globe.

    On his first leave, his mother picks him up at the airport. He’s a little disappointed, not to see Tony, who said he’d be there. Something must have come up. Or he forgot.

    He is a little surprised to see Tony waiting on his mother’s front porch, although he shouldn’t be. His mother pats his thigh. “I’ll go ‘round back,” she says. “Leave you two to catch up.”

    He doesn’t understand why she’s leaving until he catches sight of Tony’s wings, flaring out a bit, probably subconsciously.

    Tipped with silver.


    Tony looks behind himself and grimaces. “Yeah. So. It looks like. Well. Only one way to know for sure.”

    Rhodey stretches out his own wings, seeing the feathers alongside Tony’s. “That’s a match.”

    Tony swallows. Rhodey’s close enough to watch his throat bob. “I…christ,” he says. “I didn’t think they’d ever come in, truth be told.”

    “Impatient as ever,” Rhodey teases.

    “I didn’t want them to come in,” Tony confesses. “Because I didn’t think…the odds of this…I didn’t want them to be some other color.”

    Rhodey stares at Tony, watching the way his eye twitches when he runs out of determination to hold the stare. “God, I wanna kiss you,” he blurts.

    Tony smiles, finally looking back. “Yeah?”

    Without much thought, Rhodey’s wing caresses alongside Tony’s. Not something he’d do to just anyone. Not something Tony would let just anyone do. “Yeah.”

    (I’m leaving this verse here but picture, if you will, Tony’s wings getting damaged in the bombing, or perhaps the ten rings clipping his primaries to try to destroy his mobility, and Rhodey finding him in the desert, matching primaries gone).

    EXO Reaction when their GF does their make up while they sleep

    This was requested by @bat-nerut Thank you hun! Xo, Admin A~

    /I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


    *Well we’ll see it in his Instagram, that’s for sure* “So.. do I look pretty? yes?~”


    *I bet he loves it*


    “Look at that boi.. he looks so handsome with eyeliner… oh it’s me”*Oh Sehun likes it*


    *Don’t think for a second that he won’t take revenge*


    *Still thinking about he woke up and didn’t even notice it and went to buy some coffee and the whole world saw him with a butterfly on his face*


    “I don’t know jagi… I don’t think green is my color… go you have blue?”


    *Convinced this is all his fault* “If only I hadn’t ate her cookie… maybe it was because I laced her shoes together… oh.. it was the eyeliner wasn’t it jagi? I’m sorry but… I loved it. I had to have it”


    *Having a mental breakdown because he is all manly but he likes it* 


    “Bitch please, I bet you guys are jealous of my flawless make up. My jagi did a great job!” *Boyfriend goals*


    *Never gonna sleep again* “And I thought I was safe from the dorks…”


    *Can’t with the make up* “Baobei who’s that boy that looks like a clown, ohh wait… IS THAT ME! UNICORN CLOWN!”


    “Well jagi.. this is really makes me look gorgeous. Couldn’t have done it any better”

    [Masterlist] [Guideline]

    Not Again: Part 2

    by: mldrgrl
    Rating: PG13
    Summary: See Part 1

    Part 2: Returned
    Chapter 1
    Chapter 2
    Chapter 3
    Chapter 4
    Chapter 5
    Chapter 6
    Chapter 7
    Chapter 8
    Chapter 9
    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11, Day 23:

    Mulder hasn’t called her, but Scully isn’t surprised.  He has essentially left the ball in her court.  She knows though, it’s not about whether or not she stays or leaves, it’s about being a part of the conversation.  He wants her to be a part of a monumental decision he’s about to make, and that says a lot to her about the way things must have been when she left.  Something like that is not just consideration between partners and it goes beyond merely including her in his plans.

    When she did call the night before, she got his answering machine.  She left him a brief message reminding him about her doctor’s appointment and gave him the time.  She doesn’t know if he’s coming or not.

    She arrives early to the appointment and checks in with the receptionist.  There are two other women in the waiting area, one reading a magazine, the other filling out paperwork on a clipboard.  Just as she sits down in an empty chair on the empty side of the room, Mulder walks in.  He smiles when he sees her and she didn’t know how anxious she actually was that he wouldn’t show up until the relief washes over her.

    Before he sits, Mulder takes her hand, bringing her wrist to his mouth as he bends down to invade her space.  He puts his free hand on her stomach just for a moment and then he sits beside her, still holding her hand.  The woman across from them, reading the magazine, takes discreet glances in their direction, an amused smile on her lips.

    Slightly embarrassed, Scully turns to look at Mulder.  He raises their hands again and rests his cheek against the inside of her arm.

    “I missed you,” he mouths to her.

    “Me too,” she mouths back.

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    i drew the anxious zombie boy

    anonymous asked:

    Can I request the second school prompt for Jared x Evan?

    “I have no one to sit with at lunch so I sat at your table and now your friends are not-so subtly kicking you under the table. Now they’re very loudly whispering that your crush has shown up and oh my god. I have never seen you this red by the way.” AU with Jared/Evan by @neglectedrainbow 

    Evan stands, completely petrified, in front of the library, staring at a red piece of paper taped to the door. “LIBRARY CLOSED DURING PERIODS 5 AND 6” it reads, in large, borderline aggressive letters. He continues staring at the note, trying to will himself not to panic-or-or run or cry or-

    Evan doesn’t normally go to the cafeteria; he much prefers to huddle into a corner of the library and secretly eat his lunch in serenity. The lunch room is too much, full of yelling voices and spilled food and-and it’s just too much, it’s always been too much, and now where is he supposed to go? He can’t go to the writing lab, because it’s already full, and-and, he could just eat his food in the bathroom, bent in a stall. He almost accepts that level of defeat until a hand claps down on his shoulder. “Evan?”

    He flinches backwards, and Jared raises both of his hands in a symbol of peace, his expression flashing in regret. “Sorry, sorry, I know better than to jump up on you like that.”

    When Evan doesn’t respond, too busy trying to calm his heartrate down to an acceptable level, Jared continues, “What’re you doing, though?”

    “Oh,” Evan begins to pull at one of the straps of his backpack. “Um… Just… Noticing that-that the library’s closed.”

    “Huh,” Jared looks at the sign, squinting as he reads it. “What class are you in now? Maybe the teacher mixed up where you’re meeting?”

    “No, no, um…” Earlier this year, Evan had convinced Jared that he had European History this period, trying desperately to avoid either offending Jared by not sitting with him at lunch or appearing to be an even bigger mess by admitting to being unable to sit in the lunchroom for 45 minutes. “I have…” He bites his tongue, looking into Jared’s eyes for a moment, and they’re too trusting; he can’t lie. “Lunch, actually.”

    “Really? How come-” Jared’s face falls for a moment, his eyebrows pulling in as he surveys his friend. “Who do you sit with?” There’s a hit of-of sadness, or maybe anger, in his voice.

    “I don’t really-I do homework in the library, normally, so-I don’t really, um, sit with anyone?”

    “Oh,” Jared’s looking at him again, intensely, and Evan can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Well, if you don’t have anywhere else to go, you can come sit with me?” To any casual listener, that question would sound off-handed, like a second thought, but Evan knows Jared, knows how this isn’t some flippant remark.

    “Um, I can-I can try? But if it-”

    Jared nods, “If it gets too loud or whatever, we can leave.” He says “we,” not “you,” which makes Evan’s chest grow tight in a way he can’t quite explain.

    “Sure, sure, that’s-that’s fine.”

    And off they go, their strides evening out quickly, calmly. The roaring noise from the cafeteria grows louder and louder as they approach, and Evan takes a few deep, relaxing breaths.

    The table seems engrossed in a conversation when they arrive, full of hand gestures and laughing and tossing chips at each other, until Alana sees them both. Immediately, her face lights up, and she tugs on Zoe’s arm, not-so-surreptitiously nodding towards Evan. Soon enough, the enter table is desperately trying not to stare at them all at the same time and simultaneously failing miserably.

    Jared leads him over, pulling out a chair next to him, and motioning for Evan to sit. Slowly, sending another glance around the table, he complies. “Hey, Jared…” Zoe starts, leaning forward and waggling her eyebrows up and down. “And Evan.” She drags out the last vowel dramatically, grinning at Jared.

    “Hey Evan,” the rest of the table choruses.

    He swallows drily. “Hey.”

    Immediately, Alana begins hurriedly whispering in Zoe’s ear, just as two other kids (both of whom Evan vaguely recognizes from Jared’s birthday “get-together”) do the same. Jared begins to have a silent conversation with Zoe, comprised solely of exaggerated facial expressions and eye movement.  

    The entire table keeps glancing at Evan, who very quickly becomes more and more uncomfortable.

    “So! Evan!” Alana begins, placing her elbows neatly on the tabletop. “How have you been? Jared’s told us all so much!”

    “Um…nothing big, really, just… School and stuff.”

    “Oh yeah!” Alana smiles like that’s the most fascinating thing she ever heard, as Jared tries to kick her underneath the table. “What about your dating life?”

    “Oh come on!” Jared huffs, but he’s quickly silenced by Zoe.

    “Let him speak, J! Gosh!”

    Evan looks between the three of them, trying not to laugh. “I’m not dating anyone, so-”

    “Really!” Alana exclaims, pursing her lips at Jared. “Well, it seems as though Zoe and I know just who you’d do fantastically with!”

    Jared’s face is roughly the color of a tomato as he sputters various protests. Evan turns to his friend, leaning over, pushing away the giggle threatening at his throat, “Are you okay?”

    “I’m-I’m just suffering greatly, but it’s-it’s fine,” Jared chokes, pressing a thumb into his forehead and waving vaguely. “It’s all good.”

    Evan watches Jared for a few more moments, “I don’t mind them asking me questions, it’s alright.”

    “No, it’s just-” Jared pushes himself up, sending a glare towards his two other friends. “Yeah.”

    “You’re the color of a strawberry right now,” Evan replies.

    “Oh God.”

    “No, no,” Evan rushes to correct himself. “But, I mean, in-in like a good way. It’s-you’re cute.” Jared almost chokes on his own saliva.


    “You’re cute,” Evan repeats, slowly, carefully, being sure to meet his friend’s eyes.

    Jared’s smiling bigger than Evan’s ever before seen. “You-you’re not so bad yourself, Hansen.”

    Zoe and Alana hoot and holler encouragement as the two boys smile, their hands linking together underneath the table.