Live boldly, Clark. Push yourself. Don’t settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury, knowing I might have given them to you. This eased something for me. So, this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You have been the first day you walked in with your sweet smile and your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt. Don’t think of me too often. I don’t want you getting sad. Just live well. Just live. I’ll be walking beside you every step of the way. Love, Will.
I’m kinda seeing Stanley as being quite similar to Gaston in the cocky/arrogant aspect, but…softer? If that makes sense. And definitely not in an asshole way like Gaston was towards the end. He does make an effort on his appearance, unlike most of the other townspeople, and has a bit of an “I’m better than you” vibe at some points. Most of which was probably brought on by how he (and many others) completely idolized Gaston. Like I feel as if Stan would be one of those guys who’s always like, “do it like a man!” But internally he’s always had a bit of a problem with it, but he just sorta pushed that aside. Until the wardrobe scene. After that he’d probably realize that gender roles are stupid, but he’d still slip up sometimes with the “like a man” comments. Even so, he’d still be a very confident, self-assured person. But, like I said before, not in the douchey way that Gaston was.
Yes, he’s sweet and kind and caring and gentle and all sorts of lovely things. But he also followed Gaston with enthusiasm that seems to surpass that of just a follower looking to earn the approval of their leader. When Gaston is gone, Stan would still be a bit conceited and over-confident, that’s just part of who he is. However, those things added to his other personality traits would make him quite a likeable person in my opinion
You are scored on my heart, Clark. You have been the first day you walked in with your sweet smile and your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt. Don’t think of me too often. I don’t want you getting sad. Just live well. Just live. I’ll be walking beside you every step of the way. Love, Will.
“C'mon, you know you love me.” - “I’d sell you to Satan for an oreo.”
Your sigh in enjoyment turns into an annoyed groan as you cuddle up to Negan’s chest, smelling the whiskey.
“You promised me something.” You snap and roll away from him.
“C'mon, ya know ya love me.” Negan babbles as he spoons you, his leg interlocked with yours.
“I’d sell you to Satan for an oreo.”
That makes him giggle like a little kid and you’ve to laugh as his chest vibrates against your back. Almost gentle he wipes the hair from your neck and presses his lips on there. Even drunk as fuck he remembers your sweet spots and he smiles against your skin as you hum with a shiver.
“No, but take that thing from my ass.” You tilt your head with a grin, seeing his pout as he pulls back from you.
the thing about your art style is that when i see it i say to myself "oh hey its camalilium's work" , i have not seen anyone else's work that looks like yours *offers some sweets and smiles* thank you for your work and being you
i think a lot about the way
you would feel next to me,
6:00am full of sleep and sweat.
you’re so beautiful when you
let your hair down, relinquishing
all control to a foreign tongue.
i don’t know how to get you
out of my head, the harm in
tasting the sweetness of your
smile from across the room.
it’s getting so difficult just to
look at you, to keep my conscience
clear of the lengths i would go
to feel your body unravel
at the sound of my name.