{{ and speaking of lvs brother!!!!

heres a dweeby drawing i did of them both in dumb plaid shirts while i was at work
ill probably take it down later bc a.) its a 4-5 inch tall drawing blown up to look substantially bigger on tumblrs awful formatting and b.) it was a rly quick scribble just to get the idea down but!!!
y'know. the dude exists i promise omfg }}

Rucas FanFiction Week 2016

Day 3

“Your lips look so soft. I could kiss them all day long.”

“Can you stop doing that and study like you’re supposed to,”

Lucas paused just as he was about to throw the tennis ball up in the air, turning to look at Riley laying next to him on her bed, leaning on her elbows and writing furiously in her notebook.

“I’m taking a break?” he replied.

Riley looked up at him with her eyes narrowed playfully, “For half an hour?”

Lucas just shrugged with a cheeky smile and went back to throwing and catching the tennis ball. Riley rolled her eyes and went back to focusing on the book in front of her.

After a few more minutes he grew bored of his game, letting the tennis ball drop to the floor and turning his head to look at Riley instead, a smile immediately coming to his face as he laid eyes on her.

“Stop staring at me,” Riley murmured, slightly startling Lucas who hadn’t realised he’d been staring at her for more than a minute.

“I can’t help it,” he shrugged in response, “Your lips look so soft. I could kiss them all day long,”

“We’re supposed to be studying and that’s what you’re thinking about?” Riley looked up at him with raised eyebrows, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“That’s what I always think about,” Lucas smirked.

Riley’s eyes widened for a split second before she shook her head and refocused on her books, “You can’t say that when I’m meant to be concentrating!”

“Riles you’ve been studying for two hours, I think you deserve a break,” Lucas said, sitting up slightly and turning towards her.

“I’ll take a break when I pass this Spanish exam,” Riley muttered in reply, trying her best to ignore him.

“You’re gonna ace it,” Lucas told her gently, lightly trailing his hand up and down her arm.

“Lucas…” Riley warned lightly, “I’m serious,”

“I’m not doing anything,” Lucas replied innocently, continuing his playful movements.

Riley let her eyes flutter closed with a sigh, and Lucas smirked to himself, he knew that was going to relax her.

“See? You’re allowed to relax sometimes,” he teased her lightly.

Riley pushed her books lightly, letting them fall off her bed with a thud and moved to lay on her side so they were face to face.

“Thanks for reminding me,” she smiled.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Lucas replied softly.

“Now about what you were saying earlier,” Riley smirked, a mischevious glint in her eyes.

“Which part are you referring too?” he smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest.

“Oh you know…” Riley giggled, “The part about being able to kiss me all day?”

“Oh that…” Lucas grinned, “What about it?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Riley rolled her eyes playfully, and Lucas didn’t need to be asked twice as he quickly pressed his lips against her own.

The two of them quickly became lost in the kiss and everything else seemed to slip away, it was just them in this moment and nothing else mattered.

“Riley did you-AH!”

The two of them quickly sprang apart and Riley sat up with wide eyes as Cory stood in her bedroom door in horror.

“Dad-” before she could even say anything he was running back down the hallway yelling “TOPANGA!” at the top of his lungs.

Riley collapsed back down on the bed in a fit of giggles, which only escalated as she saw the terrified look on Lucas’ face.

“I don’t think he’s going to let you in my room ever again,” she said through her giggles.

“He’s never letting me anywhere near you again in general,” Lucas replied, his eyes still wide with shock.

Riley laughed again, clutching her side as the giggles left her breathless; her laugh causing Lucas to eventually chuckle as well.

When their laughter finally subsided, Riley looked at Lucas with a cheeky grin.

“Well we’ve already been caught once…” she said suggestively, moving closer to him again.

“You’re bad,” Lucas feigned shock, and Riley laughed again before kissing him once more, her study long forgotten.

Day 1

Day 2

I don’t think Dean stuffing his face with pie because its pie is the reason he did that in the first place. Mary just told him and Sam that she didn’t cook, which doesn’t line up with Dean’s memories of her. He shoves in the pie because its also something to do with himself as he tries to process that unexpected information.

Look at his face after Mary says she’s sorry to burst his bubble. He looks at Sam for half a second, looks away, and then he looks at the pie. There’s sadness, almost grief there, and then he covers it right up a second later when Mary asks if he still likes pie. Scoffs, of course he does! And then shoves it right in faster than he normally would (he savours what he eats, and usually makes himself look like a pig doing it, much to the disgust of others. Doesn’t attack it like a starving man).

In the next scene he’s in, he’s drinking and looking at old pictures. Specifically, the ones of him and Mary. I think he’s really getting slapped in the face with all of this - and he was struggling to accept Mary before because who she is as a person doesn’t match what he remembers, but now he must be questioning whether any of the memories he had were real at all, and not something he manufactured to comfort him.

I never thought I would have to go through it again, but trying to convince a gecko that food is food is by far one of my least favorite activities.

I almost always feed the geckos (well, Posy, because I just got Pallas) in a separate tub so that no worms get stuck in their tanks and I will cry when I inevitably go to clean things and find a very scary bug. It’s clean and it’s fine. Posy’s never had problems with it. The only problem she ever had with it was when I was trying to convince her that worms are just as edible as crickets.

Pallas, unlike his big sister, has never eaten outside of his tank. I’m not even sure what his diet was before I got him because I was really dumb and forgot to ask because I was too excited fawning over my new baby. He is still very suspicious of the Big Hand that picks him up sometimes. He likes to glare at me from his various perches (Pallas enjoys climbing, apparently, so he has plenty of perches). He has stopped trying to bite me and tolerates it when I baby talk him. This went off on a tangent because I had a point but now I’m just talking about my beautiful ugly son.

The point is: I have another gecko that must be convinced food is food, except now it is paired with convincing him that the feeding tub is for food.

My children are incredibly talented and smart and wonderful and I adore them, but food identification has never been their strong point.