#frickin frick

[softlysugar]

I wanna draw little Logan and his stuff like I did with Patton but iF ONLY I COULD FIND MY APPLE PEN TO DRAW-

[amburgersnfries]

Season 6

Allura:

Lotor:

Me:

[ramblinseahorsey]

i just finished portal 2 for the first time last night and I AM NOT OKAY

HOLY FEELS, BATMAN

[serpentariusart]

Maaannn I love both yknow. I really do. Why they gotta make life haaard

[adiyaxo]

me @ ben when he breaks rey's heart, becomes renperor, and just acts like a complete jerkface

[artnerd1123]

*cracks knuckles* ok lezgo

Avery came into his room, exhausted. He tossed his training sword off to the side and flopped down on the bed, still breathless from training.

He didn’t care if Peter would yell at him. He would pick it up after he caught his breath.

A few minutes passed, and Avery caught his breath. He heaved himself off the bed and picked up his sword, putting it away.

He smiled, thinking of what was yet to come in the day. It was only eleven in the morning, after all.

He cleaned himself up quickly, wanting to get to the bakery quickly. He put on his nicest clothes, surveying himself in the mirror. After a moment of thought, he tied a ribbon around one of his ears. He didn’t care if it made him look girlish; it was a gift from Krystal.

His heart still fluttered at the thought of their conversation a couple weeks ago. He had found out from Kade that there was a fair coming to town, and he had asked Krystal if she wanted to go together. On a… Date.

He bit his lip. Were the clothes too nice? They were, weren’t they? He sighed and changed into more casual yet still nice clothes.

A little while later, he stood in front of the bakery, feeling almost ill with nervousness. He raised his hand and knocked.

*Why did I do that?* He thought. *This is a business. You don’t knock to go into a business.*

Even so, the door opened, revealing Krystal. She was in a creamy yellow polka dotted dress with nicely complimenting orangey yellow ribbons. “H-hi!” She said in her country drawl.

Avery swallowed loudly. She looked *really* cute. “H-hi.” He extended a paw. “You ready?” He barely managed to keep his voice steady.

“Sure!” She took his paw, and Avery noticed she was shaking a bit, too.

They arrived at the fair soon enough, and by then, they both seemed to have eased out of nervousness. They laughed easily together, making jokes and talking about possible pranks.

Avery paid for their tickets despite Krystal’s objections. He had been saving for this day for two months, ever since Kade tipped him off about the fair.

They approached a stand that smelled of sweets. Confections were piled in the windows: candied apples, taffy, cotton candy, chocolates, hard candies, and more.

“Want something?” Avery asked, noticing her eyeing the cotton candy.

“Well, if yer buyin.” She said jokingly. She ordered a cotton candy, and Avery have the vender a couple coins.

As they walked away, Krystal tore off pieces of the sugary stuff and ate it with a satisfied smile, chatting easily with Avery. After a couple minutes, Avery reached over and ripped a peice off.

“Hey!” Krystal exclaimed.

“Sorry.” Avery said, not sorry at all. He popped the cotton candy in his mouth. Krystal shoved him playfully, and he stuck his tongue out at her.

A few hours went by like that. After a few hours, the sun hung low in the sky. Avery pointed to a huge wheel with seats, spinning its riders up and down gently. “Wanna ride that? It’ll probably be the last one.”

Krystal smiled softly. “Sure.”

They boarded the Ferris wheel hand in hand. As they rode the ride, they watched the sunset together.

“Hey, Avery? Wanna do this agen?” Krystal asked softly.

Avery smiled contentedly. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

Krystal rested her head on his shoulder, and together they watched the sunset, holding hands, enjoying each others’ company.

Arty Chatter: HOOOOOOLY CRAP THIS IS ADORABLE??? DUDE??? I LOVE THIS???

[sw33tm0urningl4mb]

For Forever

(Yea okay shut up, this was kinda based off of For Forever from Dear Even Hansen)

(Basically, Pony’s in love with Johnny, and believes that his love will let Johnny see the colors..but, Johnny is not in love with Pony, by rather with Dally. 0.0)

Johnny x Dally (gang gang 🤙)

Warnings: this might be too umm sad¿¿ for your heart just sayin, aaand, it’s TOTALLY different than what you expected… oops lol

Ponyboy/

For a moment, it was just us. We stood at the peak of a hill, our hands intertwined, while we listened to the breeze tussle the branches on nearby trees. I glanced around and slowly, just slowly, pulled Johnny down onto the ground so we could sit. I folded my legs and he folded his, keeping quiet the whole way so we didn’t interrupt anything.

For a moment, I stared at our hands. I squeezed my fingers into his and glanced up at Johnny. His dark eyes gleamed, and I nudged him.

“Can you see anything?”

He shook his head a slight no, and guilt weld up inside my chest. What was I doing wrong?

“Are you sure? You can’t see the slightest red o-or something?”

Johnny’s eyes dropped to the grass and I shut my mouth. Complaining wasn’t going to make this better. He heard enough from me anyways, and on top of that, his parents weren’t the best at shutting up either.

For a second, I watched grey clouds scatter across his black eyes, and I started to wonder if I was imagining them, but when I blinked, they stayed in place..

“I’ve never been able to see anything, Pone, you know that. Sometimes I like to image I can..Like when I’m with Dal, sometimes I like to think I can see the little flecks of green in his eyes..” His voice got real quiet and I sighed, feeling my chest tug inward, like a cave crumbling in on itself.

I shook my head, hearing nothing but his first statement. “I just..I just thought maybe this time it’d be different.”

Dead silent.

“I love you..”

Johnny turned, and I felt his hand slip out of mine, instantly sending chills up my arm. “It’ll never be different, Ponyboy-” He snapped, but his words cut off, a sudden outburst of air shutting him up.

“What?” I asked, the words coming out in a whisper.

“N-nothing..”

This time, the cave walls completely shattered against my pounding heart, and I felt my stomach sink like it was full of lead. I wanted to argue with him, some belief in magic urging me to do so, but I didn’t. Only a puff of air left my cheeks, and I looked away from him, letting the words sting.

Johnny folded his arms across his stomach as he faced the opposite way, and I wanted to rip them apart, to tell him things truly could be different. But how? I let that one sink even farther into the wound. How could I possibly explain that this, all of it, could get better? If he just had some confidenceI thought, If he just believed, maybe things could change. They would.

Without hesitation, Johnny continued on, as if he’d been forming his sentence for a long while “If it was different, I’d be able to see this sunset with you. Miracles don’t just, fuckin’ happen, Ponyboy.”

I nodded dolefully, feeling suddenly exhausted, and laid back onto the grass with a hard thud. I stared up at the sky with a squint, watching the clouds drift through the waves of thin pink and orange, wishing I was dead and buried.

Silence covered us like a thick blanket and all we could do was lay underneath it. I looked at Johnny every so often, trying to think of something to say, but every time I tried to speak, all that came out was air. It frustrated me into a headache.

Why can’t I make him see colors? Why? He loves me, doesn’t he?

Suddenly, a whistle pierced through the breeze, and both Johnny and I snapped up at the sound of it. Off to the side of the hill, with a leg propped out and his hands in his pockets, stood Dally, his eyes squinted into the wind. He strutted his way over to us, and I watched as Johnny’s face began to beam.

“Heya Johnnycakes…” He ruffled the kids hair as I stared quietly at the two of them. “Heya Pony, you okay? You lookin’ kinda pale, man.”

I blinked a couple times, rubbed my eyes, and let out a hmph? A small dribble of coolness rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away quickly.

Dally chuckled and plopped himself down next to Johnny. He leaned back on his hands and sighed. “Pretty ain’t it?” His eyes met mine briefly before flicking back to Johnny, who was suddenly staring at the sky with wide eyes. He looked like a little kid on Christmas.

“Yeah..” Johnny said excitedly, breathless, “It’s real pretty..”

“Christ Johnny, you actin’ like you ain’t ever seen a sunset before! Hasn’t this here boy shown you enough of em‘?” Dally laughed again, this time reaching around for a cigarette.

Johnny didn’t reply until Dal had gotten his cig lit and in his mouth. “Yeah but..but this one’s..

He took a deep breath in,

..different.”

I heard the sound of my own heart slow in my ears, and I looked at the two of them, astounded.

“Well now it’s your turn, Pony, how much wider can those eyes get, huh?” Dally budged an arm into my shoulder with a grin, but I didn’t smile back.

I heard him grunt something under his breath, but I didn’t catch what it was. Then, I saw him lean forward, and in a more delicate voice, offer over his cigarette to Johnny. Johnny took it, of course, and calmly smoked the rest of it. Addaboy, Dally muttered and patted Johnny’s back, a calm look on his face.

“J-Johnny?” I stuttered out rather quickly, my hands fidgeting to grip onto my jeans.

“Well,” Dally interrupted, “I oughta hustle outa here,” He stood up and dusted himself off, his eyes fixed only on Johnny.

“No wait,” Johnny pleaded, “Stay a little longer?”

Dally shook his head, grinning. “Johnnycakes, I got some broads waitin’ for me down in town. They routy ones too, so I can’t be late.” With that, he shrugged and turned on his heel, walking away from us and back down the hill.

Johnny watched him until he was out of sight, then turned back to me. His eyes had begun to form little grey clouds again..

[killer-barnes]

Y'all, I just saw smhc again and I am still shook