Jerry, she/they, 30+ || my art tag is crayon creates || you may now bribe me with caffeine! doodle requests are open all the time, but you'll have to submit yourself to the mortifying ordeal of standing in line in purgatory not having a clue if you'll get answered in a few minutes or a few thousand years thank you for understanding
I love your style so much, the expressions are always just spot on! if you're still doing requests for rqg, could I request earhart? pre or post her crash, whatever floats your boat (ship) !
thank you very much! 💙
i haven't thought about earhart before, thank you for the suggestion! here's a before picture of her
all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.
Carter's still looking at him, and Barnes knows, no matter how hard he tries not to know, that Carter would kiss him back if he were to lean in, press their mouths together.
Indulge.
He can't. He can't afford to add this to the equation here- between the veins and the weather and the world turning to shit, between however he might be feeling or however Carter might be-
It wouldn't be fair. To any of them.
Barnes turns his head to the sky, the stars swimming above him, and takes a deep breath.
A gift for @knifemartin and their fic Due North on ao3. This is set in the Before Times, aka before everything goes horribly wrong (it's fantastic)
ALSO thank you to everyone who is engaging with my art it is very fun and cool and I appreciate you all <3 my request box is more than open so if there's something in particular you'd like to see drawn I will do it if I can!
"What's a specialler occasion than this? We cleared quarantine, the rain's let up just enough to see some stars. And there's just the two of us, don't even need to share it four ways."
Barnes hesitates, torn. Yeah, tonight's not a bad night for it, but Barnes doesn't know if he'll come across a rum this good again. He holds it in his hands, eyes running over the bottle as he considers it, and then the bottle's gone.
"Too late," Carter says, biting down on the cork and pulling it free. Barnes laughs, the weight of decision lifting off his shoulders, and reaches for the bottle. Carter lets him take it, have the first drink.
"Where'd you even get this, then?" Barnes asks, handing the bottle over. Carter grins wickedly, winks.
"Some things are best left to the imagination," he says, taking a hefty swig. He's- he's not even savouring it, just aiming to get as pissed as possible.
"Hey!" Barnes nudges him, and Carter relents. "Leave some for the rest of- leave some for me."
Carter hands it back wordlessly. A rare moment of quiet from him. The neck of the bottle is warm from Carter's grip, and when Barnes takes a sip he can almost taste where Carter's been.
Hm.
Maybe he's feeling the alcohol more than he thought he was. He glances at Carter, fully aware how bloody red he gets when he's embarrassed, but Carter's leaned back now, gazing up at the stars.
"Thank you, for this," Barnes says quietly, adjusting himself to get more comfortable. The rum tastes like long nights on the open sea, like crew crowded together, like the first night docked in a new port. He closes his eyes, and without the input from his vision he can imagine the wind in the trees as the sound of distant waves, the press of Carter's arm into his as any crewmate. He blinks his eyes back open, and the swirl of stars above them both threatens to overwhelm him.
Carter shrugs with one shoulder, feeling for the bottle. His fingers press into Barnes's as he tries to take it, and after a moment of resistance, Barnes relents. "You deserve to let go sometimes, too," Carter says. "Indulge in something for once in your life, eh?"
Barnes feels his heart pick up, the blush crawl back over his cheeks, down his neck. Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's the night, or maybe it really is the reflections of the stars he can see in Carter's eyes. Indulge.
He's not so good at that.
Carter's still looking at him, and Barnes knows, no matter how hard he tries not to know, that Carter would kiss him back if he were to lean in, press their mouths together.
(SOUND IS CRUCIAL) this video is has murdered me dead the music the editing the way information is slowly revealed about the two of them the plot twist the breaking bad images. WILLIAM WILLIAM WILLIAM. all over minecraft parkour someone help im seizing
Kind of hilarious to me how poorly the title "Mob Psycho 100" localized to English-speaking areas. To someone whose first language is English, it scans as:
Mob (Yakuza, Mafia)
Psycho (violent person with "crazy" behaviors)
Thus: a particularly violent member of organized crime.
But in Japanese it scans as:
Mob (background characters in crowd scenes in manga or anime)
Psycho (short for psychic)
Thus: a psychic who looks/acts like someone you'd never pick out of a crowd scene in a comic.