you are just a boy

THIS SCENE…

THE WAY YUURI JUST BURIES HIS FACE INTO THE OTHER MAN’S SHOULDER, WHILE SMILING AND BITING BACK TEARS. AND YOU CAN SEE VICTOR’S SMILING TOO. HE JUST WANTS TO KEEP THE OTHER BOY CLOSE TO HIM.

AND YUURI, WHILE BEING REASSURED BY VICTOR’S PRESENCE THAT HE’LL BE ABLE TO PULL IT OFF, UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH FAITH THIS MAN HAS IN HIM.

YUURI UNDERSTANDS HOW MUCH THIS MAN HAS CHANGED HIS LIFE, AND WANTS TO TREASURE HIM, AND THE TIME HE KNOWS HE HAS LEFT BY HIS SIDE, WHILE WISHING FOR IT TO NEVER BE OVER.

anonymous asked:

hey tori i was watching ur most recent cool speedpaint (the dimlole mob one) and i didnt quite catch how u did the white border thing?? like when the outer side of the lineart is white?

WHAT A GOOD QUESTION ANON

gather round children let me tell you

SO you take your magic wand tool and put the selection mode on ruff

now its gonna go a bit over whatever youre selecting like dis

(i usually select the lineart, u can mash all the color layers together if that works better, or mash ALL in one, whatever youre into. also u gotta click precisely, or it just selects the entire image. alsox2,  it just needs to be the outline so dont like select the lines around the mouth why would you do that)

now this works, but if its too thin for you we have this bad boy

and you just mash that for as long as you like

(as you can see this really isnt perfect, it gets kinda pixelly)

then you just. make a layer under your colors and fill it in with whatever color u want as an outline

AND THERE YOU GO

even the night sky has clouds, they’re just darker

ah-hem! anyways, have this things of the love of my life saeran, because, we all need more of him. i was gonna do seven, but then my tablet decided to update and loose aaallll of my progress :) salty me draws saeran 

It’s that mod Iruma she’s been really busy and also kinda lazy so to make up for it she has 2 prompts she’s been working on

*swEats*

(Also I can’t add a picture because my computer’s being really stupid)


~Walking in the bathroom while their s/o is changing~

Ouma~
-Unlike some of the other gentlemen-ly boys, Ouma just stays and watches you
-He gets immediately turned on
-He feels like he could watch you forever~
-But then he gets hit with a pillow when you see him peeking
-Good thing (for him) he snapped some pictures of you!~

Amami~
-Like Ouma, he stays and watches
-Admiring your perfect body
-Then, when you catch him, he apologizes a lot
-He’s still guilty afterwards
-And you take him out for ice cream to take him out of his slump

Kiibo~
-Kiibo walks into your room to ask you whether bananas or apples would make a better centerpiece for the small table
-“S/o…? What are you doing in here?”
-He screams a lot
-And apologizes a lot
-You tell him it’s alright, it was an accident
-He, afterwards, tells you that your body looks fantastic

Gonta~
-Ono
-Ono not Gonta
-Gonta’s too pure
-He wants to surprise you with a kiss on the cheek, which, for him, takes a lot of guts
-He walks to your room, opening the door silently
-aND THEN HE DASHES TO HIDE UNDER THE BLANKETS
-POOR GUY’S SO EMBARRASSED
-THAT’S NOT WHAT GENTLEMEN DO
-You didn’t even realize he popped in your room
-You go to look for him, and he’s buried under the blankets, weeping of embarrassment
-You give him lots and lots of hugs to reassure him that you’re not mad

Korekiyo~
-This dood slithers into your room
-He knows you’re changing
-And he wants to watch
-He watches for a few seconds, then knocks on your door
-You scream, but he walks toward you, while your trying your best to cover yourself
-He tells you to close your eyes
-Apparently he doesn’t trust you???
-He also covers your eyes while they’re closed
-He takes off his mask and gives you a hickey on your collarbone
-Then he just leaves mysteriously, leaving you in a daze

Coming Home x Soldier!Ashton

“(Y/N), why are you sitting alone?”

His broad stature was almost overwhelming as it stood over your own. He was intimidating in general although it was now as if your anxiety skyrocketed.

It was odd to be intimidated by him though as you’d known him for years, just never had you witnessed him like this.

He’d always been Ashton, little old Ashton Irwin with the gleaming hazel eyes and the floppy curls; the boy who you spent years with, the one who became your best friend.

Yet as he stood over you he was no longer just that boy who was two years ahead. He was no longer the neighbor boy that you met because mom had invited him over for dinner; he was a man, a respectable, all too changed one.

He’d turned out to be what no one had ever expected, leaving the second he’d graduated for basic training, returning home six months later for a mere two weeks. But after a year away since that short visit, he’d finally returned home to Australia, being greatly missed by everyone in town.

“I- , um- I can’t believe you’re here,” you muttered, throwing the napkin from your lap onto the floor, jumping to your feet, “You weren’t supposed to be here until the end of the month-”

It still hadn’t processed; Ashton was in the flesh, standing in front of you, blue fatigues and all.

“I couldn’t miss this moment, I made you a promise that’d I’d be here to dance with you, and I am.”

You couldn’t help but to tear up at his words. He was truly unbelievable.

“Ashton, I don’t know what to say,” you managed to muffle through the tears, his eyes trained on my own.

“Don’t say anything, just accept my apology that I couldn’t be here sooner, and that I couldn’t really coordinate with your dress,” he shrugged, grasping onto my hand only to pull me away from the small circular table, “You look beautiful by the way, I didn’t expect you to clean up so well.”

“Irwin, shut up and hug me, you haven’t even been home for five minutes and you’re already harassing me,” you sighed, looking down to the tan boots on his feet.

“Are those steel toed?”

“Yes- but wh-”

“Good,” you smiled, slipping off my heels, placing the balls of your feet on the rather grimy fabric. Arms extended toward his waist, you rested your head on his chest, “I never realized how much I’d miss you until you were gone.”

“Aww, did you just admit to me that you missed my presence, my best friend missed me while I was overseas?” His tone reeked of mockery prompting my quick yet weak rebuttal.

“Of course I did you loser, how could I not? I just can’t believe you were gone for so long, and I can’t believe you’re here with me now Ash.”

“That’s Leading Aircraftman to you,” he smirked. He was beaming with pride, well deserved gratification.

Everyone was proud of Ashton, some more so than others and you were at the top of that list.

“Did you miss me Leading Aircraftman?” you questioned, lightly running my finger over the insignia on his sleeve.

“Why else would I be here at your prom, straight off my plane back to the base?”

“Because you promised to take me to prom if I didn’t have a date, a promise you made when I was still naive, in Year 10,” you shrugged, moving my arms up around his neck.

“And I don’t break my promises, do I?”

“You never have and you hopefully never will Irwin.”

“That’s what best friends are for, I’ve always been here,” he paused, lightly pressing his lips to my forehead, “And some things never change.”

“But some do,” you chuckled, a hand tracing over the stubble on his face, “I like this, this should stay. But I must say, I miss the long hair.”

It wasn’t as bad as you’d anticipated, Ashton didn’t come back with the standard military buzz cut. He had what was a sort of undercut, few of his smaller curls still resting at the top. He didn’t look bad it was just peculiar for him.

“They didn’t quite appreciate the man bun,” he smiled, the one thing you’d missed seeing the most, “And I’m over that straightening phase.”

“That’s a shame,” you joked, “But sometimes change is needed.”

“Don’t you dare act like I’m the only one that changed in that time. You actually have a figure now,” he prodded, his hands squeezing at yourwaist, “Like you have a butt now, I’m surprised I’m not beating the guys off from you at this point.”

“Always a charmer, Irwin,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at his choice of words though still refusing to let him go.

You never wanted to let him go, and if it had been your choice, he never would’ve left in the first place.

It was selfish, you were selfish but he’d missed so much. It’d been almost two years without him, two years without a shoulder to cry on, almost two years without any sort of hope other than the occasional call and the many letters you’d received.

But now he was here and you were in his arms, having the dance you’d waited for since his senior prom.

“Why don’t you put your shoes back on, then I can whisk you away to the dance floor,” he suggested, looking down at your feet that still stood on his own.

“Or we could just dance like this,” you shrugged, steeping off from his toes onto the surprisingly cold tile.

“Do you want me to help you,” he groaned, looking down at me as you struggled to slip your swollen feet into the nude pumps.

“I would have you help but it will be pretty embarrassing since the shoe won’t fit right now,” you sighed, leaning onto Ashton for support.

“You know everyone can’t have that perfect Cinderella story (Y/N), and I may not be your night in shining armor but-”

“But you’re my best friend and your here, my knight in blue fatigues,” you gushed in response.

His hands steadied your frame as you stood up straight once again, “Can you walk in those Hun?”

“Shut up Irwin and let’s dance, they’re only going to play a few more slow songs,” you began only to hear the soft lyrics flooding through the speakers.

Ashton hummed along, his hand making its way to the small of your back.

“Thank you so much for being here,” you muttered. Your hands made way to their former place at the back of his neck, as you glanced directly into his hazel eyes that glimmered under the soft lights of the venue.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he finally admitted, as you made your way across the floor.

It was like time stopped as you reached the center, not a single soul seemed to be focused anything. It was just the two of you, in your dysfunctional friendship that had lasted longer than you’d ever imagined.

“Is it okay if I don’t let go of you Ash?”

“(Y/N), what do you mean,” he challenged.

“I just don’t want you to leave me again, it was too hard without you here, way too hard.”

His hand moved up to the side of your face, tucking the loose hair that’d fallen back behind your ear, “Do you realize that what happened the night before I left made my departure so much more difficult? It was like I left a piece of me here and I couldn’t wait to return.”

“But you’re here now, so that’s what we should focus on,” you blushed, “And you made my coming to prom worth it.”

It had been like pulling teeth for your mom to get you to purchase that ticket and more so the dress. You thought it was pointless, but now you understood why she’d made such a big deal out of it, she knew Ash was coming home and just neglected to share that information.

“That was all the plan, I didn’t want you to have to waste the night,” he finally replied, “And it gave me an excuse to take leave,” he shrugged, “But I’ll have to go back in three weeks so I don’t use all of my time.”

“For how long, Ash, please don’t say another two years -”

“That’s what I wanted to discuss, it’ll only be for a month and our campaign will be over. Then I’ll just have to go to our base.”

Only one month, 31 long days, although it couldn’t even hold comparison to the previous 18 months.

“Will you still write to me?”

“Of course I will,” he smiled, pulling your body even closer to his.

He began to hum once again, his soft tone was beyond comforting as it always had been.

“I missed your singing,” you laughed lightly, thinking of the countless times you'dwent to visit him after school only to find him belting his little heart out as he busied himself around his house.

“You love it, don’t deny it,” he continued, stopping rather abruptly to finish the song.

“Whatever you say, Ash, don’t get too cocky,” you groaned.

“I won’t, but I say we ditch this place after the next slow song and have one of our infamous sleepovers.”

“Just because you came home from overseas, you think you can already make your way into my bed?” You challenged, struggling to suppress the smirk on my lips.

Placing another soft kiss on my forehead, he pulled away insisting, “Chivalry isn’t dead (Y/N), I’d take you for ice cream first.”

“You’re the best Ash, we can leave right this instant because I’d like to change before you fufill that chivalrous act.”

“One more dance, just one more,” he smiled as the bass overwhelmed the room, “Maybe even this one,” he smirked as he recognized the lyrics of The Weeknd.

“Really Ashton, you’re still that pervy teenage boy that I managed to befriend?”

“Oh you love it and you’re the same way,” he smirked, “And give me some credit, I haven’t had physical contact with a girl since that first time home. I could be all over every girl in this place but I wouldn’t want to come off as a pig.”

You groaned as Ashton pulled you back onto the floor of handsy teenagers, the two of us quickly becoming additional ones.

As his hands made their way to your hips, you couldn’t help but to smile, “You definitely owe me that ice cream, especially after putting me through this.”

// This is some bullshit and I hope I don’t cry by the end of this post, but I think Ty might have a heart somewhere?? Inside his cold, sadistic body???? Like, he’s been surprisingly gentle with the kisses I just sent and I’m just??? Boy, you okay?? Are you trying to tell us something?? What’s going on here??

Like, Terra, she’s as aromantic as can be. In fact, she finds any form of affection disgusting (unless it’s to creep people out) and don’t want to give out kisses. But Ty???? He might care… somewhere… in his rotten little heart and I almost wanna cry, omfg.

I’ve had guys tell me, ‘I’ll never feel for anyone the way i feel for you’

And I’m like, 'well, yeah, because it’s neurologically impossible to have identical emotionally associative response patterns for two separate people you’re receiving input from.’

Which I guess????

Isn’t the response they’re looking for??????

??????