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I’m trying to do some colorful gifs and IT’S SO FRUSTRATING!!!
How come some gifmakers are so talented and make literal ART with colors and gifs and everything i’ve been trying to do for the past 2h looks like i can barely use photoshop?
hang in there bud, you'll be fine *pat pat* by the way, did you explain Alex's situation to him? how'd that go?
Journal sighed shakily, mumbling his thanks after the anon gave him a couple pats. The talk of Alex perked him up, though. “Oh! Yeah, I talked to him yesterday!!! It went alright. I got him to understand. And eat, too,” he added, seeming pleased with himself. “I’m just glad he’s ok. Even if I had to play blood bank.” He held up one of his arms. A gauzy white bandage was wrapped around it. “Aiden taught me a pain spell to deal with it while it heals. Apparently vampire bites don’t respond well to magic,” he explained sheepishly.
Barefoot
For @thenuclearkid as a distraction fic! <3 we’re here for you, dearest!!
Len wakes on a soft pillow. It takes him a second to realize it’s actually Mick’s stomach. Takes him a little longer to realize what’s on the TV.
“Where’d Top Chef go?” he mumbles.
“Shuddup,” Mick mumbles back, “you’ll fall asleep faster without it.”
“Mick.”
“It’s the lady with the garden, Snart. You like ‘er.”
“‘Cause she’s loaded.”
“Nah, you like ‘er for the whole---cookin’ thing.”
“It’s the Food Network, Mick. Cookin’ thing’s everywhere.”
“You know what I mean. The way she does it.”
The Barefoot Contessa stirs a pot of homemade soup and takes a long whiff. She’s talkin’ about her husband again.
Len wrinkles his nose. “How come y’don’t get me surprises like that?”
“I stole you a big ass sapphire last week.”
“Yeah but. You can cook.”
Mick settles back against the edge of the couch. “What? Y’want me to make y’somethin’ and put the sapphire in the middle?”
There’s a telling silence.
“Snart.”
Len scrunches his cheek on Mick’s stomach. “It’d be cool.”
“Ugh.”
Tum
more distraction for @thenuclearkid <3
“Hey,” Len says, “you think it’ll rain on ‘er?”
Mick snorts. “That’d be awesome. Whoa---what’s with the hobbit?”
Len turns his face into Mick’s stomach. “That’s her husband.”
“Looks like a hobbit.”
“Maybe she married a hobbit. They both look short ‘nough. Say---you know how t’make those lamb chops?”
Mick pats his back. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”
“Cool.”
Mick looks around. “Where’re the Rogues? Ain’t this home base?”
“Told ‘em we’re watchin’ TV. Didn’t come down.”
Mick rolls his eyes. “Snart.”
Len, face-down on Mick’s stomach, replies with a muffled, “Mm.”
“That means they think we’re fucking.”
“We are. Jus’ not right now.”
“Did you tell ‘em we’re watchin’ TV with that smirk you use?” Len rubs his face against his stomach. “Snart. Why do you like my stomach so much?”
Len grunts.
“Nobody’s gonna take it, y’know.”
No answer.
Mick shouldn’t encourage him, but he can’t stop smiling.
@thenuclearkid DISTRACTION!!!!
“Mint earl grey, nothin’ added, with hot chocolate and mini-marshmallows,” Mick recites as he wipes his hands on his apron, “with fried chicken and fettuccine alfredo, plus an arugula-spinach salad and shredded parmesan. Bruschetta’s over there. Swiped the recipe from that restaurant downtown.”
Lisa repeatedly smacks her brother’s elbow. “I want one.”
Len shrugs her off. “Good luck, sis.”
Putting his hands on the soft part of Mick’s stomach, he gives him a few kisses.
“Oh,” Mick murmurs, smirking, “and that sapphire I stole yah?”
He nods to the place-setting at the table.
Len swallows as he sees the enormous sapphire surrounded by all kinds of white flowers that neither of them know the names of.
“It ain’t a holiday, right?” He’d know, but. Mick doesn’t do this for nothin’.
Mick shrugs like he didn’t just walk out of Food Network and the Bachelor and grabs a beer. “Nah. Just felt like it.”
“I want one,” Lisa hisses.
Yeah! You better hiss, motherfucker! I beat you once, I can do it again! -SOI
“You didn’t beat me. You beat some other version of me.” Lucifer growls. “Shut up, you’re fucking annoying.”
Beelzebub is inching away from him, and their hands are in their pockets, frantically texting away.
Tumblr is what's keeping me from being completely bored
Imma help by asking questions o.oDo you like the sky? When do you like it the most?What’s your favorite dinner?Do you like fluffies o.o?
