A lesbian couple stayed at my house for a few days. I thought it would be easy and fun, but they ended up breaking up, fighting, and causing problems because they were drunk and unfamiliar with the city. Then they couldn’t see each other normally to sort out their things, they blocked each other and communicated through me, it was annoying. I helped with most of the things, but when one of them finally left me I told them both to go to hell and if they forgot something at my place, I’ll sell it at the flea market.
„I could make a crash list of girls I like but I'm lazy and those girls are just drawn lol.“
IT DOESN'T MATTER! I WANT TO SEE IT🙏
I found a few characters that I really like, but my leaky memory feels like it's lost a lot more.
Okay! First of all, I want to say that the emphasis here is both on appearance and character, mostly character I think. (The collage is lazy, just for reference)
Warning: There may be spoilers for the series "Yellowjackets"
(Today it's short, because I'm just trying it out)
Let's imagine that Lawrence, by a happy twist of fate, ended up on that very plane with the women's soccer team from New Jersey. I'm just waving my magic wand here, saying that his dad, like Travis's dad, is a coach and just brought his son along, lmao. So, the plane crashes in the woods. Several people, including the pilot and one of the coaches, die; the other coach ends up crippled, missing a leg, and in that state, he can't really decide much of anything. All power shifts to the group of surviving teenage girls, and now they're on their own out here in this vast forest, with no food, no water, and wild animals like bears and wolves roaming around. Their task is to survive, but none of them know that Lawrence has already been on the other side.
Prologue
Lawrence died in the crash.
Everything looked straight out of the best traditions: empty stare, slack jaw, no pulse, no breathing. No one knew Lawrence well enough to actually worry about him; everyone just thought he was some out-of-touch teenager and didn't want to get involved with him, and that actually played in his favor here, because he just stayed "buried" in his airplane seat. Lawrence returned to his body as if waking from a heavy sleep. It's unclear how much time had passed, and he didn't really care, but it was already deep night; above him, branches cracked in the wind, and the stars shone only for him alone. Everything just like in his best schedule. The blond finally found himself in a place where he felt natural and right, where no one would look at you like you're a mistake, where no one would demand you be "normal," and where simple, fitting rules applied. Limping and rubbing his eyes, he wandered aimlessly, simply enjoying the groaning of the trees and his well-earned freedom. But when the euphoria wore off, Lawrence clearly spotted smoke in the sky.
Of course, it was them. Lawrence felt reality in full force, and finally, his memory started coming back to him. Fragments of memories stung his brain: there's his father calling him over to tell him about this trip; here he is, packing a backpack with a few light things; now Lawrence is riding silently in his father's car, head tilted toward the window; and here's that group of girls whose names he'd heard often but didn't know which belonged to whom; here, one of the girls shoves his shoulder, saying cheekily, "Get a haircut, you can't even see where you're going"; now they're boarding the plane, and their voices sound like birds chirping; and finally, Lawrence wakes up in an endless stream of water, with no end in sight, and the monotonous gray sky makes him look at it.
Lawrence wasn't in a hurry to go there, because he knew no one was waiting for him; they all thought he was dead, they'd all left him to rot without a second thought. The guy approached the source of light and noise in slow steps, drawing a parallel between himself and a moth that simply can't help but fly toward the light, even if it means its end. And after a few shuffling steps through the leaves, the fire illuminated him completely. The teenager stood there in his flannel red shirt, with a sports hoodie in yellowjackets colors over it; dried blood and dust caked his face, and his gaze was the uncertain look of a hungry, beaten animal. The voices instantly fell silent, and several astonished eyes fixed on Lawrence. Their silence unsettled him more than when they'd been laughing at each other's jokes; the guy couldn't take it anymore, and thinking he'd come here for nothing, he turned to leave, but from behind him came a voice:
– Lawrence? – a soft, high-pitched voice suddenly spoke his name with a caring, anxious concern
Since you like girls what's your type? Just curious.
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Oh wow, well, um...
I have many types! The only thing they all have in common is their average/tall height. I'm quite short, so it's hard for me to relate to people who are the same height, please don't be offended:_)
Speaking of looks... oh, that's really hard. I could make a crash list of girls I like but I'm lazy and those girls are just drawn lol.
I like Asian-looking girls, curly-haired girls, girls with glasses, I like freckles, feminine girls, gothic girls, warlike girls, stately girls, calm girls, red-haired/blonde/light-haired/black-haired girls, smart girls, strong girls. My list can be expanded with new things, but for now this is all I remember:)
I want to see next to me a good, gentle, sincere, easy-going person with whom I will feel comfortable. I want to protect her and feel protected by her too, I want to be valued and not treated like nothing.
I finally figured out why I couldn't download brushes in Clip Studio Paint. I'll be trying new materials tomorrow:3
I want to show my characters more, but I'll probably create a separate place for this, like a new blog or a telegram channel.. I'll try to make my drawings more busy, it seems that's what I'm missing, and I'll also work on my style again.
this thing took me 4 hours and 20 mins to finish and after rewatching the timelapse i realized i have a huge problem with how i plan my drawings. i dont. which is why it takes me fucking ages to finish one
anyway i know my headcanon goes against canon but i dont care, ren is a stinky basement dweller gamerboy.
