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I needed a break from my WIPs so I borrowed @wombywoo's boys and doodled. Hope you like 'em, go check out the source material, Womby does stellar work
It’s a mini ficlet but I wrote it for @wombywoo because Quinn and Vincent are so lovely 🥰
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It’s the smile that gets him. Not the flirtatious one Vincent gives to attractive people who pass by him when they’re out on the town (on the rare occasions that he can get Quinn to go out in the nightlife). It’s that damned smile where Vincent’s eyes crinkle around un-aged skin, corners of his mouth pulled up in that cheesy grin, revealing pearly whites and a pair of twin spears.
The smile he gives him when they’re alone in bed and Quinn just said “I love you,” like a grumpy child, curled up in bedsheets, his face peeking out of the hole he made around his swaddled head.
It’s the smile Vincent gives when Quinn stands awkwardly in the kitchen, wearing a “Kiss the chef” apron, with a poorly iced red velvet cake sitting on the island; the scent of burnt cake batter wafts through the air from the oven but Vincent is so proud that Quinn managed to not burn the house down.
It’s the smile Vincent flashes when he walks in at a quarter to three and sees Fig curled up right in Quinn’s face, both of them snoring (and possibly drooling) into the pillow, sheets and blankets pulled up over Quinn’s shoulders as his pale fingers twitch in Fig’s side seeking unconscious comfort.
It’s much different from the teary eyed smile Vincent gives Quinn when the man simply says he has nothing to give but whatever he’s still worth after years of being battered and broken, Vincent can have; that band in Vincent’s pocket practically burns into his thigh when he presses his forehead against Quinn’s and shuts his eyes, enjoying the touch between them.
It’s the smile that gets Quinn. Makes the butterflies in his stomach soar like doves in the bright blue sky. Makes him remember that he has a life to live despite all his traumas and fears. That someone actually loves him enough to put up with all his bullshit and still manage to care.
It’s the smile that reminds Quinn his heart is still beating. A little broken, a little bruised, a lot of heartache—but still beating.
i dont know anything about romeshs us show other than the 2 videos ive seen on here is it out yet? where/how can i watch it? i Am in the uk but idk where to look
links for both of his new series:
the misadventures of romesh ranganathan
episode 1 – haiti
episode 2 – ethiopia
episode 3 – albania
or, if you’re in the uk, you can stream the episodes free on bbc iplayer
just another immigrant
all episodes here (just scroll down)
you can also watch the series through a showtime subscription
i stan pixelwish
:’^)
quinncent replied to your post:
santy q and lumberrhett at a support group for people who literally fucking died in real life
vince i cannot tell you how long it took me to decode what the fuck you just said
hey idk if u rly care but jsyk in the third to last paragraph of the callout you wrote attempted racist instead of attempted rapist sorry
ASDNFHBJKGFDSJDFKDS DAMMIT IM SO DYSLEXIC i mean its too late now :/ people know what i meant
when i see you its ALWAYS because youve made some post abt smthn i never ever needed to know about you and i always regret following you bcs of it but i know i can never unfollow you because youre The Mike
i just have very important poop and food facts