little tommy boy

I can’t be alone here, I can’t be the only one who feels like I’m going NOWHERE Just wishing somehow this dream will carry me. and I’ll swear just one last time, they say the worlds is yours so imma make it MINE.

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the holidays have been crazy for me and i’ve been SUPES busy but my due replies will be done tonight :) xx message me for new threads x plots bc im READY !! 

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harper is drunk and lovinnn life!!

hope everyone has a merry holiday!! i’ll be on tomorrow xx

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exspirc:

     “ LISTEN——  i never claimed to be math expert,  alright  ?  this is why i’m going into humanities and not engineering. “  words fell jokingly from his lips as he grabbed the notebook from the other’s grip and began to rework the equation.  “ we can’t all be math whizzes like you.  uh,  this looks better,  right  ? “  he asked, handing the notebook back over to the other male.

       — † —  ❝ I’M A FINE ARTS major, dude- i don’t even use CALCULUS. and- and i’m no w h i z z, i just pick things up fast, i guess...❞ the young man scowled, pressing the pad of his fingers against a throbbing temple. he allowed his eyes to shut for a brief moment as the other worked out the problem for what felt like the MILLIONTH TIME. when the notebook was slid back in his direction, he cracked open his eyes and peered down at the notebook paper.  ❝ YES, thank god. that’s RIGHT! now to do the next fifteen problems....❞

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iriscarter:

“you are so incredibly LAME you know that right?” iris sighed, rolling her eyes so far back into her skull they practically disappeared. “at least let me look at this INCREDIBLE work of art…” she added sarcastically, then took a few steps towards the boy, holding out her hand. as much as she teased thomas, iris was jealous. she wished she had a talent that went beyond roasting people online and being an top rate cat whisperer.

   — † — THOMAS SUNK SHEEPISHLY into the booth as his....companion ( yeah, that was the word for IRIS ). ❝ i’m not...LAME,❞ he sputtered lamely, his nose scrunching in frustration. ❝ why do you wanna see it? it’s jus’ a sketch....you’ve seen my stuff before, ❞ thomas mumbled, keeping his satchel close to him so she couldn’t pry it from his hands. because, in fact, it wasn’t just a sketch. it was of IRIS. thomas had never really drawn anything of iris before, not this detailed. sure, she had appeared in the form of sihlouettes on canvas work but never had SHE seen her face in his own pencil markings before. ❝ i’ve got some...some work i should PROBABLY go do too, so...❞  which was a lie, because thomas was ontop of ALL of his work and never fell behind.

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lcnelies:

buffy took a seat across from the male, picking up the artwork that contained a sketch of her own face. the female was truly in awe of it, never having thought that she’d really be that worthy of being drawn in such a beautiful way. in all honesty she was extremely FLATTERED by the drawing that she couldn’t take her eyes off of. ❛  if this is no biggie then i am super curious as to what something that’s not no biggie would look like !    ❜ 

       — † — HE FELT HER ankles knock on his lanky legs as she slid into the seat across from him, the gesture alone making his ears PINK. thomas was desperately reading her eyes, or TRYING to. her eyes moved across the sketch of her own figure on paper while his moved across her face. the light was shining in at such an angle that it caused the tip of her button nose to shine like a golden coin. then, her lips were moving, and he was so entranced by, well, HER, that he nearly missed the words she had spoke. ❝ huh? ❞ he questioned her, his subconscious chiming in and filling in the blanks; ❝ OH, oh- well...well i don’t have my whole portfolio with me but...but i don’t really do PENCIL WORK unless it’s for fun. i don’t think i’m very good at it but- but i’m MUCH better with oil paints and charcoal. ❞ all information the blonde royalty across from him didn’t care too much about. he wanted to ask for her name, he wanted to invite her over for poorly made coffee and he wanted to show her ALL his work....but thomas was too frightened to even introduce himself. he was never good at talking to girls...or ANYONE, for that matter.  ❝ i’m- i’m really glad you like it, though. i- i almost had a heart attack because- because i’ve gotten some... not nice responses before, ❞ he confessed sheepishly. ❝ sometimes you just...you seem something or- ❞ he swallowed hard, adverting his eyes ❝ -SOMEONE, and you just get muse and...it’s like an itch you can’t scratch. so i just listen to it and i just DRAW....❞

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HELP HARPER !!

I KINDA WANNA PICK UP A NONBINARY JOURNALIST WITH AN ASHLEY MOORE FC WHO LOVES COFFEE, WRITING, AND LIVING WITHOUT BOUNDARIES. WOULD ANYONE WANNA CONNECTION WITH THEM OOOORRRRRRRRR

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      — † —  ❝ DAMN IT, DON...  ❞ thomas muttered at his friend, pressing his fingertips to aching temples as he watched the other completely DISREGARD his note regarding his work. ❝ you forgot to calculate the x value... AGAIN. ❞ the brunette proceeded to take the other’s notebook, neatly erasing the incorrect problem and reconstructing it from the beginning. ❝ ....you can’t POSSIBLY find the solution without x, not in THESE problems, at least. so here, i rewrote it- try it again. ❞ exponential and logarithm equations; gotta love MATH. ❝ x minus xe raised to the 5x+2 power equals 0. THINK don, what do you do F I R ST ? ❞

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       — † — THOMAS NODDED HIS head as his “resident” described what he would be drawing too him. leaning back on a flimsy wooden stool, hunched over a small school desk, thomas had already begun sketching the pattern textures the woman had very...VAGUELY described too him. the graphite tip of the pencil made an alliance with the bare canvas of the paper beneath it, distracting thomas from her words and she further explained his purpose.  ❝ E L I Z A... she’ll come in and model the current designs and i’d like YOU to sketch them with the  a l t e r a t i o n s  we plan to make, ❞ was an instruction that had gone in one ear and out the other, not even processed. perhaps that was why thomas was so confused when he looked up and saw a GORGEOUS brunette with caramel kissed skin strut into the room, dressed in the most theatrical garb he had ever seen.  ❝ wait- i...  ❞ the woman had forgotten thomas existed, beaming brightly at the young actress. thomas just stood there, jaw slack, as if he had just witnessed a GODDESS descend from the heavens,..   ❝ this is ELIZA MARQUIS, your muse for the afternoon, ❞ the woman introduced her, putting a name to a face that defied all laws of beauty.  ❝ eliza...this is thomas ortesky. ❞ the young man stumbled to his feet, knocking his elbow on the desk and flinching uncomfortably as he did so. the brunette then looked up at her, cheeks glowing with humiliation as he offered her the kindest and least awkward smile he could muster.  ❝ HI- ‘m thomas. it’s nice to meet you. ❞ 

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luxsm:

CUTE     .           panic-striken reaction to her approach expanded the growing curve of cerise lips       ;       the way he rushed and even slammed his knee ‘gainst the table all too    adorable     to watch           :         like this naive child who wasn’t    USED    to people           .       lux had tried imagining what his personality would be like over the past forty-five minutes but none of the theories compared to the       original          .         quietude seized any possible responses from her          ,        much too amused by what else he’d do to intervene                                                           until he handed her the drawing he’d made of her          .           she had expected it to be      GOOD        and thus was not disappointed at the way he’d traced her figure even though      ,       to her       ,       she looked a lot better on   paper   than   real life       .               ‘            this is good        .                   ’          FINALLY SPOKE        ,      honeyed cadence as opposed to the usual insouciance her voice carried            .              ‘              i noticed you sketching me a while ago so if i had thought you were creepy i would’ve let you know        .                 ’         

        — † — THOMAS DUCKED HIS face into his hands as the other viewed his work, feeling his temples  p u l s i n g  under his graphite-stained fingertips. being an art student had its perks, and thomas was sure many artists would draw girls as a romantic gesture...to show they were INTERESTED. thomas, alas, didn’t understand social ques NOR did he have such confidence in his drawings to use them in place of a pick up line ( even though he was accepted into one of the HIGHEST RANKED art schools in america and was now in SCOTLAND for an internship... ).  basking in the pregnant silence, he painfully waited until the other had gifted him her judgement. ...good? just... GOOD? oh god, she think’s i’m AWFUL !!  ❝ good grief, ❞  thomas groaned, his face so hot he swore it was beginning to give off STEAM. not knowing what else to say, the brunette let out ANOTHER pitiful apology;  ❝ i’m sorry, i don’t really...i don’t  T H I N K  before i do things, sometimes...❞  either that or he OVERTHINKS... ❝ look- i’m really sorry...i feel like a dumbass. can i like- cover your tab or SOMETHING to make up for bein’ a complete....weirdo? ❞ he gestured to her coffee mug with a shaky hand, face glowing with humiliation. 

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I KNOW I DIDN’T FINISH ALL OF PIPER’S REPLIES!! i’ll be on tomorrow night- today got super hectic!!! please please please feel free to message me for plots or threads! i’ve got thomas, my bashful baby artist and piper, a runaway diva in hiding! 

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lcnelies:

❛  of course i’m not LYING, how could anyone lie about how cool this is ? ❜ genuine smile turned into a grin as she kept her eyes on the male. it was sort of adorable that he seemed so nervous  &  surprised. ❛  are you s u r e i can have it ? cause like this is literally amazing  &  i’m actually in love with it.   ❜ 

  — † — HE WAS STARSTRUCK, staring at her as if she was picasso COMPLIMENTING his artwork. muse truly did come in the oddest of forms...and today, it seemed, IT was a blonde with the most captivating ceruleanS he had ever set eyes on. then again, thomas had never been CLOSE ENOUGH to a girl to see the color of her irises...he usually died of embarrassment. either that or she dismissed him.  ❝ well- well, yeah- absolutely. ‘s yours.❞  the words sounded foreign and unnatural on his tongue, an array of feelings swarming at the base of his throat. a shy smile was tugging at his lips, a boyish giggle falling from them as he rubbed the back of his quickly warming neck. ❝ GEE...i’m- i’m glad you like it so much...you can have it- REALLY.... ‘s jus’ a SKETCH, is all... no biggie.❞

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luxsm:

                                                                   she noticed         .             about ten minutes in she had noticed the      occasional      glancing towards her and the follow up of a pencil working hard on a piece of paper          .               by the way he moved it she supposed it was a sketch rather than writing and found intrigue in it but thought she might as well let him finish              .               sylph still             ,           finger sliding on her phone for the last forty-five minutes before     accidentally      shifting in her seat          ,         for a second completely forgetting he had been        DRAWING       her          :         oh well        ,         that’s done         .          lux stood up         ,             plush lips stretched in a     smirk      as she walked over towards him     .             ‘                   can i see it             ?                   ’   

         — † — THOMAS HADN’T EVEN noticed she was advancing at first, too focused on stuffing his sketchbook into his bag and getting OUT of here. he hadn’t heard the footsteps, nor noticed the shift in light as her shadow loomed over his table. when he heard her voice, he jumped, knee SMACKING into the bottom of the table as a pitiful cry of ❝ SHIT! ❞  tumbled from tired lips. he looked up, heart  R A C I N G  as he pushed a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his cheek intensely to distract him from the bruise that was DEFINITELY going to form on his poor kneecap.  ❝ i- i really...i- i promise i’m- i wasn’t TRYING to be creepy i just- YOU were just...and i- ❞ cottonmouth was a bitch, and the young male was really, really struggling to form coherent sentences ( and that was a hard enough task for him to do as it was ).  ❝ i can throw it out- i swear i just...i get so bored sometimes and- ❞ thomas was quick to reach back into his bag, ripping out the page from the sketchbook that had her figure penciled upon it; ❝ here- it’s yours. i’m- i’m sorry.❞  

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serpcntines:

blue  eyes  always  pour  so  intensely  into  the  barely  lit  screen  of  her  SHITTY LITTLE LAPTOP   ———–   but  even  bex’s  razor-sharp  focus  is  broken  by  the  ‘please, hold  still’  which  was  only  the  slightest  bit  uncommon …  she’s  not  creeped  out  or  anything –  she  actually  thought  she  was  about  to  bear  witness  to  a  KIDNAPPING, which  would’ve  been  DOPE!   unruly  blonde  strands  bounce  as  she  flicks  her  head  around  to  investigate   —–   instead  she  found  an  a r t i s t  and  a  sketchbook  with  a  bundle  of  pencilmarks  that  came  together  to  look  vaguely  like  ——-  her ?   leaving  her  TOO HOT  long  black  on  the  table,  she  rose  from  her  seat  and  approached  him  quietly,  staring  down  into  the  sketch  with  a  curious  eye.  it  took  the  boy  a  while  to  notice  her,  and  when  he  did  ——————–  she’d  never  seen  a  face redden  that  quickly.    ❛  DUDE!   hey!  chill thyself.  ❜    she  didn’t  really  understand  why  anyone  would  want  to  draw  her.  she  was  hardly  a  stunner,  and  she  had  the  biggest  eyebags  in  glasgow.  but  considering  she’s  spent  the  last  half  hour  staring  at  crime  photos  in  a  coffee  shop,  she’s NOT gonna  judge.    ❛  it’s cool.  wish  i  could  do  that  shit …  everytime  i  try  draw  it  looks  like  my  pencil  has  mean  indigesetion  or  somethin’  ❜  bex  confidently  shoves  herself  into  the  seat  next  to  him,  holding  out  a  hand.   ❛  can  i  see  your  stuff  ?  ❜

    — † — CAUGHT IN COLD BLOOD, thomas met the eyes of the stranger whose silhouette he had been transferring to paper. ❝ shit, ❞ he cursed to himself, half expecting her to go on a full-blown rampage, RIPPING him a new one for invading her privacy which...he kinda was doing by not asking for her consent. thomas couldn’t help it, though; MUSE struck where and when it so pleased. as an artist, it’d be a SIN to not answer such a call !! thomas was just about prepared to pack up his shit and leave, hear his blood rushing in his ears as a dull thumping soon invaded his temples. though he was BARRICADED into his booth when the other joined him, causing every INTROVERTED nerve to stand on edge. ❝ i really- i don’t...❞ the bumbling fool stammered, nearly wincing as the other held out her hand. thomas would not even show his own CLASSMATES his work, he was way too insecure...but then, it WAS of her.  shamefully, the brunette opened the book to the sketch of the woman, pressing the heels of his hands into the cups of his eyes so he wouldn’t have to WITNESS her reaction; whether it be GOOD or BAD. 

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cvmilvs:

confusion washed over her face as she heard the boy exclaim, her eyebrows peering up from her laptop, an eyebrow quirked up as she watched him fidget around and then her eyes fell down at his sketchbook, her eyebrow still raised. “so you were drawing me, huh?” she said, flattered as ever because she’s just never randomly been drawn before. “i mean, if you really wanted to draw me and stay still all you had to do was ask me, i would’ve said yes,” she said, a small smile forming on her lips.

        — † — IS THIS WHAT HELL felt like? the young male’s heart was drumming at a painful pace in his chest, rattling his ribs as he stared at the other.  ❝ uh- uh well...i just-❞ he stammered, tumbling over his words as his tongue seemed to swell TWO SIZES LARGER ( NOT that talking was a strong skill of his ANYWAY... ).  at her follow-up reaction, he simply blinked dumbly, face blistering a humiliated shade of red; ❝ i’m- i’m sorry...i just- i’m not good at...i- ❞ thomas looked down, drumming his pencil on the closed lid of his sketchbook; ❝ i just LOOK at people and...and i just- i just start sketchin’ and then...y’know- i forget its- that it’s kinda CREEPY. ❞ 

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lcnelies:

the blonde peered down at the drawing, head tilted to the side, before the sketchbook was shut suddenly. a smile grew on dark colored lips as buffy looked up at the male. ❛  no, no ! it’s COOL … from what i saw that looked really good. i think you even made me look better than i already do !     ❜ 

   — † —thomas could NOT look away from the other as he was paralyzed with embarrassment. this...really...REALLY pretty girl was complimenting his work? ❝ w-what? oh- you...you like it? you’re not...you’re not lying, are you? ❞  he inquired, not believing the words she was saying. not one bit. make her look better...? how was that even POSSIBLE? the bashful boy was not only glowing with humiliation, but now, with a small sense of pride as well;  ❝ well- thank you, it’s...it’s really nothing- you...here, you can have it if you want being as- as it’s OF you and...yeah. ❞

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    — † — ❝ ah- wait- NO! please hold still, ❞  thomas muttered to himself under his breath. the person he had been sketching shifted in a way that totally fucked with his unknown drawing of them, the shadows and lines he had been so intensely following have no changed entirely.  he couldn’t continue if he WANTED too... ❝ damn it,❞  he cursed under his breath, dropping his head in disappointment. a whole forty-five minutes GONE!  though, when he looked back up, the person he had been intensely staring at at carving into his sketchbook was staring right. back. at. him. ❝ oh- hey, sorry... i’m- i was - i just- ACK! ❞  thomas squeaked, slamming his book shut as his face flushed a dark crimson. ❝ you know what? i’ll just- i’ll just GO...❞