they look so alike though

The Bookstore // Henry Bowers

Word Count: 917

Summary- You make a trip to the bookstore, and unexpectedly run into the towns bully.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; I got bored on the plane, so I figured I’d start working on some requests. Hope you enjoy!

Requested; Yes!

Req; may i request a henry bowers imagine where he meets *y/n* at a bookstore but she’s richie tozier’s older sister and she’s just like him but flirtier
? thanks!


You wracked the many bookshelves, looking for a book for your history class. You came to this book store in particular, because it was in a quiet area of town, and not many people came here. Here was of course the town library, but the chance of finding the book you needed was slim due to the rest of your class likely already have taken all the copies. Finally, after about an hour of searching the bookstore, you found the book. Grabbing it, you pulled it out of the shelf carefully, smiling down at the cover.

You’d been stressing over and procrastinating doing said history project for awhile now, and now you’d finally get it done and out of your way. You knew once you had it done it would be a relief.

As you glanced up to where you recovered the book, you saw through the crack someone walk by; they looked oddly familiar, almost like… no, it couldn’t be him. Why on earth would he come to a bookstore? He had no purpose here, and he always teased kids and/or bullied them for stepping foot into a library, so he wouldn’t be here. Though that boy looked so much alike him, and it was a small town..

Your suspicions were answered as a focused Henry Bowers came around the bookshelf separating the two, scanning the row. He hadn’t noticed your presence, which was probably for the best, because you had an awestruck look on your face. Henry Bowers, in a bookstore. That’s something you never thought you’d see. “Never thought I’d catch you at a bookstore, Bowers.” He jumped, eyes blown wide when his gaze fell upon you. “Tozier..” He greeted, not at all seemingly happy to see you.

You weren’t exactly his biggest fan; nor was he of yours. Mainly because of your little brother, Richie. He was a primary target for the infamous Bowers’ gang, and tended to get bullied a hell of a lot. You, being his big sister, took upon standing up to Bowers, not only for Richie, but for all of his friends as well. Henry tried to pick on you, but no one backed him up, and you had no reaction, because frankly you didn’t care. It bored him, and he gave up that idea quickly.

“So what brings the infamous Henry Bowers to bless a small bookshop with his presence?” You teased, approaching him slowly. “I-” Henry started, but he nothing followed. He didn’t know what he could say, or if there even was anything he could say, to excuse what he was doing here. The real reason he came here was too embarrassing to share with his friends, let alone someone like you, who could easily ruin his reputation.

“Aww, the all powerful Henry Bowers like to read?” You mocked, laughing slightly at your horrible impression of him. He only scoffed, but avoided your gaze. “No need to be embarrassed, Bowers. Nothing wrong with a little book from time to time.” You said, looking down at your history book. You glanced back at him, only to see a nervous, unsure expression on his face.

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused. “You aren’t going to run and tell everyone that THE Henry Bowers was found in a bookshop?” He asked, and by the tone of his voice, you could tell he thought you’d actually do so. “I’m not like that, Bowers. I know we don’t know each other that we’ll, but I expected you’d know not everyone cares about tearing each other down to make themselves feel better.” You said, seriously.

Turning on your heel, you went and checked out your book. Henry followed you out of the aisle, and waited patiently for you to make your check out. He thought about what you said, and you were right; he hardly knew anything about you. Usually, it wouldn’t matter to him, but something about the way you’d just acted now, refusing to expose his secret to the whole town.. he felt like he owed you.

He’d caught you just before you exited the building. “Hey, Y/N..” he called, and you turned, looking at him with eyebrows raised. “Thanks. You know, for not telling everyone.” You stood there, mouth agape. “Did the Henry Bowers just apologize?!” You exclaimed, and he chuckled. It wasn’t a maniacal cackle like he usually did, it was a real, genuine laugh. That’s a sound you never thought you’d hear, but.. surprisingly, it warmed your heart.

“I want to make it up to you. Friday, after school? I’d say during school, but you don’t seem like the type to ditch.” He said, calmly. You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?” You tested, and Henry looked taken aback. “I didn’t mean it like, actually, yeah. Yeah it is a challenge.” Henry said, smirking. “You’re on, Bowers. Friday before school, meet me at the Quarry.” You said, and he nodded.

You smiled, walking over to him,quickly pecking his cheek. “Great. See you then.” You said, giving a quick wave and with that, you were gone. Henry, gently with his hand, touched the spot where your lips had met his cheek in disbelief. He’d never thought in a million years would he have a date with you. You weren’t feeling much different. It was overwhelming; Henry Bowers, the boy who bullies your brother and his friends, asked you on a date. And you said yes.

Let’s just say, that history project was long since forgotten.

give back my “father”: a theory

So….Vanitas’s li’l brother is demanding his father back from Vanitas.

Who could this be?

Probably not a blood relative, as he’s saying “my” father and not “our” father. [but he and vanitas don’t look incredibly alike so far…though we haven’t seen his eyes yet]

Well, it couldn’t be Moreau…unless something very insane was going on… Because Moreau seems to be a very self centered person who wouldn’t form that close a relationship with a kid. 

Maybe the father is someone we haven’t met yet. However, this is unlikely because at first the brothers were raised as experiments, and then they were kept with Blue Moon Vanitas. Since some of the most powerful vampires in the land don’t know if they exist, Vanitas (Sr.) seems to be very well hidden. Or maybe the “father” is Blue Moon Vanitas himself.

rereading that paragraph and picturing non-vampire Vanitas is really scary. From now on in this theory “Vanitas” means blue moon Vanitas and “Vani” means non-vampire Vanitas. Oh, and Vani’s brother is Mini-Tas.

From his appearance, MiniTas is saying this after he’s been stolen from Moreau by Vanitas.

As well as that, Mini’s the first of the brothers to go with Blue Moon Vanitas. Vanitas is holding him in a protective manner, and that combined with the lines similar to Vanitas’s long hair in the “give back my father” panel suggest that Mini’s father was Vanitas. 

But then- why would he be saying “give back my father”? Did Vani do something to take Vanitas away from Mini?

This brings us to another question…is Vanitas dead? If Vani was seeking revenge on Vanitas, wouldn’t it be easier to just kill them? 

The dead bit seems like a bit of a stretch. If Vanitas did die, it was premeditated as he gave his treasured book to Vani. Maybe Vanitas killed him and took the book? But then why would he need more revenge?

So, Vanitas Sr. (these names are still so confusing) is probably either dead or in a place not accessible to Vani or Mini. And they miiight just be the father MiniTas wants back.

becsmarlow36  asked:

How is it you make Albus look so innocent? I don't know how, but Albus looks more innocent, and so does Scorpius? How did you achieve that?

oh haha! ^^ Well, first of all, that’s so so awesome to hear!! I DO want them to look sweet and innocent, it’s one of the main things that I hope can separate my Scorbus and Drarry! I just want Scorbus to FEEL different, I want Albus to FEEL different from Harry, and Scorpius from Draco, even though they might look alike :) So I assume that it sort of works? Which is amazing!! Because that’s basically all I want in my drawings of Scorpius and Albus! :3
But I don’t really know how I achieve that? :D I just try to make their faces look kinder, sort of pouty, softer features (cuter noses, sympathetic eyes/brows), etc. :) So maybe that’s what makes the difference!

tyelpe, curvo and FEANOR doodly doodles

I’ve never posted Feanor before. woah. so look, he’s got the biggest ears ever and a lot of messy hair (who cares about their hairdo anyway, there are so many better things to think about)

also I kinda imagine Curvo as the prettiest one. I don’t know why. he’s such an awful guy. but he’s pretty. though they all look alike

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm sorry to bother you but I'm feeling horrible and I just wanted to ask you if you could write me a drabble about Fives, nothing special just some fluff... I had the worst argument with my mother and her boyfriend, the last days with my family have been awful, I feel like no one takes me seriously, I can't force myself to eat and cried like the whole day... I completely understand if you don't want to do it but thank you anyway, I love this blog so much <3

(Aww, hon, I hope you’re okay! You’re not bothering me! Try drinking some gatorade if you can’t keep food down (sip it slowly) and a cloth dipped in ice water does wonders for if your face is salt-stinging. Feel better, lovely, and if you want to use messenger to talk, I’m totally good with that!)

You don’t want to get up.

It’s freezing, for one thing; the difference in temperature between your exposed face and the rest of you that’s snuggled up with Fives inside the sleeping bag is astounding. You cross your eyes, trying to see if your nose has become the icicle it feels like. 

You sigh; even inside the tent your breath frosts into a cloud. “Why do we even bother with planets this cold?” you grumble, burying your face against Fives’ neck. 

He lets out a yell and jerks awake, sending both of you and the sleeping bag tumbling to the floor. It ends up that he’s on top of you now, barely awake and squinting, but he smiles down at you. 

“Hey there,” he says, his voice low and scratchy. 

“Hi,” you whisper. You reach up one hand to caress the side of hie face. “I’m freezing.”

“Likewise,” he says with a nod. “How are we gonna get up?”

“Hm.” You pretend to consider for a moment. “I was thinking something along the lines of we don’t.”

He shuts his eyes and relaxes against you, using your neck as a pillow. “Good idea. Let’s stay here.”

“Fives!” you croak. “You’re crushing me, you oaf.”

“What’s that? You have a crush on me?” He raises an eyebrow. “Wow, that’s embarrassing.”

“Come on!” You try to wiggle out, but he’s like a stone. “You’re heavy.”

“No, I’m Fives,” he says without opening his eyes. “Hevy’s my brother. We look alike, though, so I forgive you.”

You growl impatiently; he smiles and turns his head to press a kiss to your neck. “Stay a while, love,” he whispers. “We don’t need to move just yet.”

“I will if you roll over,” you grunt. “I might not be able to breathe that much longer.”

With a grin, he concedes and rolls so the two of you are side-by-side. You sigh in relief, and settle back in against his chest. Yes, you can definitely stay a while.

That is, until you hear Echo’s voice from the bunk above you. “Do I want to know why you two are on the floor?”

“Probably not!” Fives calls back.

“Ugh. You’re disgusting.”

Alex Sanchez: A Gay and Mexican Author

I just stumbled upon this speech by Alex Sanchez given a year ago. If you aren’t familiar with him, he’s the author of the Rainbow trilogy, which was one of the more known queer YA books in the early 2000′s. This trilogy focuses on 3 boys in high school trying to figure out their sexualities; one is the out and proud guy, one is the not-so-out but definitely gay swimmer and the last in the very sexually confused latino jock. In more recent years there’s has been a slow but sure influx of queer-led YA books but, at the time, these were among some of the only more readily accessible ones for queer teens. 

The Rainbow trilogy were the first books I read that had main characters who weren’t straight and it honestly was so impactful to me, I think that’s why they’ll always be dear to my heart despite my not having read them in years. Sanchez has since written more books from The God Box which focuses on latino teens trying to figure out the intersectionality of sexuality and religion, to Boyfriends with Girlfriends which focuses on a little diverse group of teens dealing with their sexuality, be it gay or bi, and their lives in general. Both I remember enjoying a lot.

In the speech linked above, Sanchez talks about not only being a Mexican immigrant but also being gay and the struggles that come with both of those, especially together. He talks of the importance of representation, which is something I too feel strongly about, and I’m just forever grateful to him for writing books that had characters I could relate to in ways I couldn’t do with most other (straight-led) books. That apparently is a common reaction to his books because in his speech he reads letters sent to him from fans of the books, from an 11 year old boy to teachers to parents. They’ve all been impacted by his books and you could that their feedback impacts him in return in the way that he gets emotional while reading the letters. He then said: 

“In school I’d been taught to read and write in terms of commas and metaphors and symbols. I was never taught to think of writing in books as agents of social change, able to inspire and empower and change lives. I’ve come to accept myself as a writer who not only tells stories, but who does so in a way that helps create change in the world by encouraging others to be true to who they are.”

Lastly, an important thing Sanchez talked about was making queer books accessible to young readers. This speech was given at a Queer YA Literature Conference where he said many in the audience were readers, teachers or librarians. He emphasized the importance for all of us to try and get our queer youth to see themselves in literature by having these types of books in schools and public libraries, into the hands of queer and straight kids alike. So even though his books are sometimes looked at as slightly dated, what with all the new queer YA coming out, I as a gay latino will always truly admire Alex Sanchez for his books and his contribution in this fight for representation.


Watch on

Happy Birthday to this beautiful baby deer 😙


Screw shading, I think these look great enough without it.

I’ve had fun with this idea and this drawing and how silly it is.

The exact show I used the poses from was Power Rangers: Dino Charge, and each Sans is in the pose of the Ranger with the corresponding color:

Red - Tomato Soul - @amber-acrylic

Yellow - Lithos - @mirrored-with-puns

Green - Clover - @rainbowchu3

Blue - Edgelord - @louisethe4th (hope you don’t mind me adding the boots and belts)

Pink - Stardust - me

What’s bad is that this is the first time I’ve drawn all of these Sanses in full-body with color (since I sketched Clover before). What a way to premier them in my art style.

Hopefully I’ll actually try drawing something serious with these guys.