The salesman jumped to attention. “Fred Durst!” he exclaimed. “We have just the red Yankees cap you’re looking for!” The salesman headed for the stockroom, but stopped at the sound of Fred’s voice.
“That won’t be necessary,” said the Limpest Bizkit of them all. “I’ve decided to wear a different sort of hat!”
The loud gasp of all of the mall’s customers was only matched by the roar of the undercover policeman’s pistol. Fred Durst’s body went limp and collapsed in a heap after the shot to the head.
The entire mall heaved a sigh of relief. Whoever that imposter was, it wasn’t Fred Durst, despite having his driver’s license and fingerprints and DNA. Fred Durst only wore red Yankees hats and would never change.
The imposter’s body was thrown into the mall’s fountain and is still there today, Wednesday.
Some cute old couple stevetony for the cap-im flashworks ‘Old Friends’ prompt~ I decided to leave it unfinished/sketchy, the focus more on the faces than the rest.
And they’re from an au since tony looks like mcu but with 616′s blue eyes, plus when i started drawing this I was definitely thinking about the 10+ years of friendship between them in 616. But maybe this is a non-powered au bc this way steve can grow old with tony. And they’re best friends and husbands and adorably in love of course
I liked drawing them a little older and making them look it with little lines and marks and creases too. well, i hope that its successfully showing that.
…hopefully this fits the prompt bc they are old friends right so…^^;
I wonder what Harry looks like after sex. Sweaty? Eyes half lidded? Red raspberry lips? On his back, hands on his tummy as he slows his breathing? Also, what does he do after sex? Pass out? Go straight to the shower? Get a snack? I need to know
Honestly the vast majority of time guys think a girl is wearing no makeup she's actually just wearing basic stuff. Guys are so stupid
Ahdjagfjshfs once this guy was like “you look so good without makeup” and i had just spent 3 hrs on my makeup it was full contour/highlight with dark red lids lmfao theyre so stupid why dont they just shut up
ill compile a proper eye tutorial on monolids and epicanthol folds and the basics of drawing “asian” eyes (notably in e/s.e asians however monolids and epicanthol folds can appear on people of other races too)
however this is the basic concept that i use for drawing any eyes: blue dots for the corners, green line is the top lid, red bottom lid. the idea is that the eye will generally look the same on everyone in some cases bigger/smaller, what im really trying to teach is how to draw the skin and fat that shapes the eye tbh
Because I didn’t keep up with the themes at all, but I do have this!
“Te extran͂o, tía.”—A Vid
face looms into view, its eyes puffy, red, and heavy-lidded. Long, black hair
frames the face. Worry tugs at her lips as the world rocks side-to-side. It
settles after a moment to reveal the figure of a child not much older than ten.
room around her is littered with clothes and books. Directly ahead is a bed
with a small striped box on its surface. She brings a large rolling chair into
the shot and sits in it. The chair dwarfs Vera with one leg under her, swinging
the other and chewing her bottom lip. She stares at the ground. Her words come
quick and broken.
haven’t done this in a while, but I found a box and I started thinking. I-I don’t
know why I’m doing this, not like you’re going to see it…”
sad, caramel eyes darted upwards, her eyelids fluttering.
won’t talk about it. I don’t want to make mom cry, and dad just hides out in
the study, so I just talk to Mala and Ruby. They’re good listeners. Like you ar—were.
Were. That’s hard.”
gaze drifts away, blinking furiously against tears that threatened to spill
over. She clears her throat a few times before speaking.
Madré is deaf, isn’t she? And I think…I think she may be blind too. Was she
always that way?”
The question fills the
air, heavy despite the raspy weightlessness of her voice. She drums her
fingertips on the chair’s seat, hops up, and disappears from view. She
returns with a photo frame, swiping her finger across its surface. A smile
crosses her face and she turned the frame outwards.
The image is that of a
younger Vera depositing a large bowl to the kitchen table, while a woman with fluffy,
brown hair digs into the cabinets in the background. They are both wearing sleep clothes
and standing on tip-toe.
“Remember this?” Vera asks, looking at the photo again. “We were making
cupcakes, and I spilt flour all over Ruby.”
She swipes to
another picture and holds it up. The same woman, facing the camera this time,
sits in a hammock with her arms around the waist of a toddler. Janine points in
the camera’s direction, her mouth open as if she is speaking to the tiny Vera.
“I don’t remember that
one,” she admits.
Another swipe, and the
frame brings up a photo of Janine on her knees, handing eight-year-old Vera an
orange kitten. The next image to flash by is a solo shot of Janine in Alliance
fatigues, smiling, a travel bag in one hand and the other waving farewell. She
pulls that one back as well and touches the screen.
“Mom doesn’t know I have
Just out of sight comes a
meow and the echo of footsteps. She glances up and hastily puts away the photo frame.
“I just wanted to talk to
you again.“ She sighs and leans forward. The last sound the mic captures is her voice breaking as she says a final goodbye.