Inside of me are two wolves
One is obsessed with drawing Adam clad in drapery and greco-roman togas
One is begging me not to subject to the torture that comes with learning to draw clothing folds
They're both ugly sobbing
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Inside of me are two wolves
One is obsessed with drawing Adam clad in drapery and greco-roman togas
One is begging me not to subject to the torture that comes with learning to draw clothing folds
They're both ugly sobbing
i caved
hughestism -> fowlertism
CYOSA READER ABOUT TO BE FUCKING SHIT UP BOUNCING UP AND DOWN ON HIM BOOBS IN HIS FACE OH I CANNOF WAIT
HXJDJKSKS THIS IS AN ISNANE WAY TO SAY COWGIRL IS WINNING😭😭😭
Steve was only half awake when suddenly he felt his mattress shift weight to the other side, Nancy’s side. He didn’t do anything but let out a soft hum of acknowledgment, eyes too heavy from crying and body too tired from giving itself hell over the break up.
If it was a murderer he guessed he kind of just accepted it, not having enough energy or will to really care. But as soon as the warm body slipped under the covers next to him and a solid forehead was pressed against his own he knew who it was.
Tommy.
Steve had forgotten that he still had a key, but right now he definitely wasn’t complaining. Because much as he hated to admit it, and as much as he would deny it if anybody asked he really didn’t need to be alone right now. Apparently Tommy knew that all too well too, because he didn’t say a word, just laid there acting like a personal heater for the lump under the covers that was Steve Harrington.
When They were kids Tommy was the only one that knew what to do in these kind of situations and it seemed that that statement held strong.
Finally, after a few minutes Tommy uttered a quiet, “‘M sorry, hotshot,” bringing back a nickname Steve hadn’t heard since they were at least ten and he just cried. Cried, and cried while Tommy thread his fingers through the back of his greasy, messy hair, feeling comforted for the first time in a long time.
okay okay we’re gonna go with a mildly halloween-y one and change it when october ends, gang
this will be my icon for literally everything from now on XD
The initial plan was to just focus on Cerise’s bare legs because damn. But then I realized I hadn’t drawn Cerise and Roman in too long.
So tadaaaa.