kian art some ive posted elsewhere and some never shown to the world.....
i drew these two years ago in the depths of yearning hell for my bleached blonde best friend. it changed me forever. true story
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kian art some ive posted elsewhere and some never shown to the world.....
i drew these two years ago in the depths of yearning hell for my bleached blonde best friend. it changed me forever. true story
ALSO, somebody at my school nearly blew up the lunchroom.
We almost died! (not really)
Amos and Naomi learned a valuable lesson on why we don't pull the baby gate towards ourselves. Thankfully, the gate caught on the bathroom door frame as it came down and they just scared themselves as it ended up at a 45° angle.
I came around the corner just as they succeeded in yanking on it and honestly, it was like watching a cartoon of two little bunnies running in place before shooting away from the gate of doom! This pic is the immediate aftermath of them regretting their poor life choices.
ao3 is back up
After a stressful match for all of us, Andrey won ! 😭👏🏻
They both need to shower, between the blood and guts, dried sweat that reeks from adrenaline. But Steve is hesitant to be left alone. While the kids are unscathed, like they always are, Steve's covered in bruises and ready to sleep for a week. He lets Billy inside the house. There are six bathrooms and five bedrooms, they could have their own space. Be totally left alone and Billy could slip out unnoticed when he decides it's time to go home.
They're sort of friends and he's not keen on letting his dad know what he's been up to. Steve's parents are out of town for the weekend again. He doesn't think they would notice if he was gone for very long anyway.
And he's tired enough to fall asleep in the shower, so maybe he'll take a bath instead. Something warm, soothing, easier than trying to stand after the fighting is done.
He glances at Billy as they kick off mud encrusted shoes at the door. He notices the way Billy's hands are shaking while he tosses his jacket on the bench.
"Think I'm gonna take a bath," Steve says, off-hand, he wants to be casual about it. Guys their age don't take baths anymore, but he's earned it. From all the fighting.
Billy nods, he's just as covered as Steve is and his eyes are shining with exhaustion. He follows Steve up the stairs wordlessly.
But he doesn't disappear down the hall to the spare bathroom off the guest bedroom, like Steve's expecting him to.
Instead, he waits in the doorway while Steve fills the bathtub until it's steaming. It's not quite big enough for two young men, but neither is this town.
Steve stares at him lingering in the doorway, at the shuffle in his knees and the twitching of his hands. The light keeps catching on the braided silver of his ring.
"Do you want to take a bath together?" he asks, knowing it could earn him another bruise.
Billy wordlessly takes off his shirt, dumps it into a pile with his dirty jeans and wet socks. His underwear goes on top and he waits for Steve to get with the program.
They sit facing each other, silent expect for the dripping of the faucet that's digging into Steve's back. The water is warm and murky from dirt and Billy's head is low. He has his arms resting across his bent knees and he's breathing loud enough to be heard.
Steve stares at Billy's fingers, relaxed and pointing down to the water. His mind keeps traveling back to a book he read when he was a kid, when adventures were fun and not just life or death. He feels like Meg, reaching for Calvin's hand because she needs something to hold onto.
He reaches for Billy's fingers, slides his hand into Billy's, palm to palm. Billy squeezes his fingers gently, though his gaze doesn't move.
Steve shifts a bit closer and holds Billy's hand.
Last session, me and my dnd group were fighting a giant spider in a mausoleum full of urns of liquified human remains that when opened, dealt damage and reduced your hp max.
Guess how many urns were broken by accident and/or voluntarily before the spider was finally fucking killed
You ever want to laugh and cry at the same time?