#something random idk

[dailycupofcreativitea]

I swear I had a vision 😅

Black and white:

[dearest-serenity]

Something small I did in animation class today. Maybe one day I'll actually pay attention-

[nightwingvixen23]

Jon : *stomps into the room*

Damian :

Jon : I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU MISTER and I am going to pick that bone fuckibg CLEAN !

Damian : by all means pick it immaculate

Jon : lately you have been calling me the MOST uncool of names, some of which I don't even think are English !! Just yesterday you called me a ' bootless asshat ' then LAST WEEK you said I was as useless as a broomstick with hair ' I mean COME. ON !!

Damian :

Jon : I've had it up to HERE ! IM LOSING IT MAN ! I'm not leaving until I get a reason as to why the HELL you're acting like a tyrant more then usual !!

Damian :

Jon :

Damian : it's simple really

Jon : it is ???

Damian :

Jon : well now I'm even more confused...

[justkeeptrekkin]

Aziraphale knows that Crowley stares at him.

In some areas of life, Aziraphale is fairly oblivious. In others, he’s wilfully ignorant (Example A, turning a blind eye to the morality of Heaven waging war with Earth as its battleground until the very last moment. Example B, ignoring the fact that his and Crowley’s Agreement breaks every rule he’s been taught. Example C, he is in love with Crowley and has chosen not to notice).

But with regards to Crowley staring- Aziraphale is neither oblivious, nor is he wilfully ignorant. For Crowley, he creates a whole new category: coy.

When he catches Crowley watching him eat, he keeps his knowledge of this a secret. He sees the demon in his periphery, leaning forwards in his seat and stroking his chin. Eyes on him. It’s obvious. Those sunglasses are not so strong a barrier to Crowley’s thoughts and feelings as he thinks.

Aziraphale takes note of this and keeps it to himself. Preens internally and folds this observation neatly away like a piece of paper, pressing it to the pages of an internal album he has kept of all the moments like this. Sometimes he will look through them, remember.

Aziraphale will catch Crowley watching him as he talks. Speaking about nothing at all (albeit with great fervour and opinion) as they walk through the park, and he will notice Crowley circle him, watching. Not just watching but looking. And Aziraphale will smile to himself, put on the pretence that he doesn’t know, that Crowley has caught him unawares.

He’s aware. And he lets it happen.

In many ways Aziraphale is coy when he lets Crowley watch him. Acting modest and ignorant of how much he’s being adored. In many ways it’s coy, but it’s also underlined with fear. A fear that if he looks back, Crowley will look away- and when Crowley looks away he’ll stop feeling special.

And so he continues to pretend. He allows Crowley to watch him. Until one day, when Aziraphale is brave enough, coy just won’t cut it. And pretending won’t be enough.

[venussleepwalking]

parking lot hours

in the fading glimmer of the sun, you’d push me in that rickety orange shopping cart of the big lots parking lot. you’d grip the handle, push with your right foot and pedal with your left. the breeze gently laughed with us; we were in that unknown subarea between summer and fall. the one where the weather is slowly falling as nighttime rolls around; vacation reaching its bittersweet end. bitter because days are no longer endless. sweet because i still get to lie by your side almost every night.

–– barbara v lopez

[mentalsnack]

Triton: Look, don't get mad... But there's a chance i accidentally released a huge monster that it's going straight towards a human beach. I promise, i have it under control!! I'm just... asking you to not tell mom, please?

[chee-ze]

"Would you start all over?"

The first nods, their hair bouncing slightly on their shoulders. She looks at me with glimmer in her eyes, hopeful and yearning. She smiles and tells me all about it. The hard life she's been through. How she's tired of going on. Oh, how she'd give anything to start all over again. Oh, how she'd made too many mistakes that she doesn't want to repeat. But it feels selfish. To go back. That's what her cherry colored lips tell me. But I say many people say the same. Are they selfish too? Perhaps everyone's a little selfish.

The second, shakes her head. A sad smile plastered on her face as if she had been wearing it for far too long. She looked at me with her dull eyes. To feel all the pain I've went through all over again? To take the risk of making the same mistakes? To lose what I already have? Why would I want that? She looks at me with her brows furrowed, the sad smile turning into a smirk. I'd really rather trudge on and end this already. I hear the pain in her voice. Her lips trembled ever so slightly. I say no one else has realized this. She nods thoughtfully. Perhaps the strong are often overlooked.

[poetrv]

My room’s a little too warm, so I change into gym shorts. After months of sweatpants and sweatshirts and socks, I had forgotten the feeling of bedsheets against skin. I lie on my back, slightly shifting my position every so often, relishing the cool slide of my toes against cotton. I feel content.