#I’ve been picturing you naked{art}

[wrtingsoftheunknown]

Vincent Sinclair HC

Vincent Sinclair hc SFW and NSFW

I’ve haven’t  been seeing my boy get repped recently so I have to do it myself. My first time writing something on here or towards this character ,I promise I will get better y'al,l I made this super quickly not proofread oops.

SFW

-While he can be insecure about his face he definitely has an ego from being the favorite child and having perfected his craft.

Lester drags him out to go for a ride around town or force him to come to his place for some quality brother time (Bo joins every now and then but wants peace and quiet dammit )

‘I know a lot of people have him learn sign language but I think he either writes what he wants to say, speaks as best as he can, or gestures, ( he was born in the south to parents that I don't think cared about communicating with him too much but he could have picked it up later in life maybe in his teen years or middle school era)

More sadistic than Bo when it comes to killing, he doesn't care if they are dead or alive when working on them and takes satisfaction in the result of his work

He prefers to work in silence but you can catch him humming now and then some country song or a guilty pleasure pop song from the 80’s( I see you Vince)

I think he partakes in multiple forms of art besides wax work.We see he’s able to paint, draw, but he also  takes pictures, , sews, writes, makes videos, anything artistic he’s learning and keeping up with new techniques.

Since he takes video of the killings at times I think they sell them as snuff films to make extra cash on top of stealing and selling victims stuff. (At least that’s what I thought when I first watched the film anyone else or just me)

Rarely happens but will keep victims that interest him like Bo ,but dispose of them when they get boring  or no longer match up the ideal version of them in his head.

-Does want a lifelong partner, the white wedding and picket fence, kids,  but knows it might be difficult with the line of work he does.

- He can talk but only does when it’s important or to emphasize something. He does have a southern draw like Bo and I imagine his voice to sound similar but raspier, maybe deeper/ quieter from not using it as much.

-like I said earlier you have to really catch his attention and be able to hold it for more than a week, if that happens then he’s obsessed and protective maybe a little too over protective.

Does indeed have a hair care routine I believe this full throttle and no one can can tell me otherwise I'm not listening.

NSFW

I don't know if he’s a virgin, I don't think he is something is telling me he isn't, but i’m not sure

He has no problem with nudity, bodies are seen as art, there's not as much of a sexual connotation with them as with Bo and Lester .

He wants to be in love with the person he is intimate with, he wants to be worship and worship his muse.

Drawings  of his partner naked as well as in the midst of a passionate night, he might tease them all night to make sure the sketch is as life like and accurate as possible

Good size and thick that's all I gotta say

Praise kink hard core, hearing his partner call him a good boy or how he makes them feel so good he will crumble

He starts slow and sensual, enjoys the control he has and having someone at his power.

I think he will edge you and leave you high and dry when you act out but he always caves by the end of the day and gives you what you need.

Can last a long time surprisingly

Mainly a giver but someone please for the love of god give this man the nastiest had he’s ever received will make the prettiest noises 

Is down to try anything new and more open about sex than you would think.

When he’s horny he comes up behind his partner and starts caressing every inch he can reach, while resting his chin on their shoulder acting as innocent as he can.

#vincent sinclair #house of wax #vincent sinclair x reader #headcanon #horror #masked men #country man #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #x reader

[klausysworld]

Can you make a smut like just pure smut klaus x reader (preferably black/mixed reader)reader is hope Mikealson’s best friend and reader is finally meeting hopes family and she is all hot and bothered by klaus and klaus can tell

���Hii how are you could you maybe make a smut klaus x fem reader hopes best friend (reader)finally meet hope’s family and reader is drawn to klaus and can’t take her eyes off of him and he notices and something happens between them :)”

this was also requested and i wasn’t sure if you could respond to two at once??

Hope and i had been best friends for a while now and i was so nervous about meeting her family. I’ve seen pictures and been told all about them so hopefully everything will be fine but i sort of already have crush on her dad even though i haven’t actually met him?

Hope knows i find him attractive and always makes jokes about it, thankfully she finds it funny instead of making it weird

“i know they’re all gonna love you! You, y/n y/l/n, are gonna become an honorary Mikaelson… or maybe an actual Mikaelson if you marry my dad… will that make me your daughter? should i start calling you Mommy?” i shoved her as we laughed and got out of her car to start walking to to her house, i ended up chasing her most of the way to the door as she fake screamed and ran

“i call maid of honour!” she called as we got to the entrance

“who’s getting married?” was said from behind me making me jump forward towards Hope, she had a big smile on her face as she grabbed my arm

“Dad!! this is y/n remember i told you all about her!?” my face heated up as i ran a hand down my face and glanced at Klaus who looked somehow even better in person than in the photos

“oh god what did you say?” i mumbled shaking my head and both she and her father laughed

“nothing bad love, in fact she said many wonderful things, you enjoy art?” i side eyed a very smiley Hope who was practically buzzing

“she does, she paints too, she’s really good, i think you should show her your art room cuz i know for a fact that she would just looove it, i showed her some of your pieces and her mouth was hanging open like a fish she looked adorable” she rambled but i don’t think Klaus was listening much, he was looking straight into my eyes as his pupil dilated as he licked his bottom lip and hummed

“well them we’ll take her up yes?” he cut hopes rant off and she nodded excitedly

“sure well im gonna see aunt Bex so if you take her to see that- the art! i’ll see you both in a moment” she literally slid out of the room as she slipped and skidded round the corner

“you don’t have to, i think Hopes in a…funny mood” i explained and began walking after her but his large hand took ahold of mine and he spun me back to his chest

“we should go see the art, if she thinks we should see the art then it’s what we should do” i whispered an “okay” in response and he led me up the stairs.

He showed me many paintings and sketches letting me touch the different textures and flip through his books. All the way through he kept a hand on my waist, his face was practically sat in the crook of my neck and he whispered stories of why painted different things. One sketch book had paintings of naked women, or hands touching intimate parts of someone, i felt my panties dampen at the thought of him painting my body, his hands cupping my breasts. He inhaled deeply through his nose and let out a little grunt

“which is your favourite?” he muttered as he bushed himself against me letting me feel his hard on against my ass

“probably that one…” i said quietly pointing to the painting of the women lead on the bed with her back arched and her head thrown back

“mm that was actually a very interesting person, she had very lovely hands you see?” he moved my hand to where hers were, she was squeezing her own breasts, i realised that was the main focus of his drawing, her hands

“you’re very talented Mr Mikaelson” he smirked and rubbed my hip with his thumb

“1000 years of practice can do that, perhaps…you’ll let me do you?” i gulped and slowly turned around so our chests were touching, i was breathing pretty heavily and could feel my breasts brushed against him, i locked eyes with his sapphire ones as i tilted my head up. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine which i immediately reciprocated, they were plump and soft making me push my tongue through them and taste his. He tasted rich and intoxicating making me moan into his mouth and moved my hands to hold the back of his head while his held onto my waist pulling me tightly against him. He moved a hand down and lightly squeezed my ass under my skirt. He pushed his leg in between my thighs and moved me along his jeans, the fabric quickly darkened with my wetness as it went through my underwear onto him. I panted when he moved his mouth down to suck along my jaw and then down and back up my neck finding my sweet spot just below my ear and paying it extra attention. I moaned again louder and i began grinding against him harder. He brought his hands down to lift me up by my thighs, i wrapped my legs around him as he connected our mouths again.

Our tongues entwined and the sound of pages scattering the floor filled the room, i was put into the now empty table, i was pushed flat on my back and my legs were pulled to the edge

“you look so bloody beautiful spread our like this, suck a lovely dress” he told me and kissed down my neck to my cleavage, he ran his tongue along the swell of my breasts. I arched my back and moved my hands up to undo some of the buttons going down so he had better access to them. Klaus gently cupped them both and then attached his lips to my left one making me gasp. He tugged on it and swirled his tongue around it before giving the same affection to the other one. He undid the rest of the buttons and pushed it off my arms leaving me completely bare for him.

Nervousness flooded through me and i brought my knees up to my chest so i was covered

“i want to see you y/n, all of you” he whispered and pulled my knees apart to look at my most private area. The vulnerability of being so open for him while he was still fully clothed had me avoiding any eye contact as he studied me.

“you are magnificent you know that? absolutely divine” he announced moved so he was off the table and pulling me to the edge, he went down onto his knees and held my legs open

“do you want this, love?” he whispered locking eyes with me

“i- i do” he smirked in response and his tongue darted out. His hot tongue kitten licked at my clit, my hands flew to his hair and pulled him towards me breathing out his name as though it were a prayer

“lay back love” he instructed before his actions became more. He was now sucking harshly at my clit and his tongue teased my entrance making me gasp a moan. I opened my legs as wide as they would go when his skilful tongue entered me, he expertly plunged it within me and i called out for him desperately. The dreams i had were no where near as brilliant as the real thing. I could feel myself fluttering around his tongue, his thumb went to my clit and drew figures of eight upon it, he gradually got faster and i pulled at his sandy locks. The burning sensation pulsed through me, my nails scratched his scalp, his groan adding to the pure pleasure coursing inside while my toes curled and i came into his mouth. His thumb slowed and gently tapped my clit as he licked up every last drop that escaped me.

“You taste fantastic y/n” he whispered and kissed me again letting me see how sweet i was in his mouth.

“can you take your clothes off now” i asked shyly still playing with his curls. He smirked and kissed my lips again

“i suppose it’s only fair” he said while removing his shirt. I gaped at his toned body and couldn’t help but run my fingertips down his torso as he undid his belt, when i glanced down to his underwear i audibly swallowed

“i know you’re going to be so good for me” he uttered stroking my cheek with his palm while palming himself

“how…how do you want me?” i hesitated before asking still eyeing his thickness, almost drooling when he twitched

“Let’s get you on the floor” he pulled me down from the table and onto the floor

“hands and knees love” he whispered and i did as told. He disappeared for a second before returning with a pillow, he stretch my arms and and told me to rest my head on the pillow. I arched my back for him and shivered at the thoughts running through my mind

“you’re sure?”

“i’m positive” i replied

A moment later his tongue was in my folds again gathering my juices and sliding into my centre before exiting again and shifting himself forward, his hands rubbed my ass and down my back, he gripped onto my hips and guided me onto his dick. My tight walls swallowed him as soon as he entered his thick length and we both moaned.

“oh god” i mumbled and stretched myself further

“not god love, just me” he slowly removed himself until just is tip remained inside me before thrusting back in forcefully and building a rhythm from there

“i don’t think ‘just me’ is a fair answer there, you’re basically a god” he gave a breathy laugh and continued moving, i had never felt so full in my life, his cock buried far inside me hitting my g-spot just right making me cry out for him to continue. He gave guttural moans from behind me. His hands moved up my back and got ahold of the area between my neck and shoulders, he pulled me back into him to meet his forceful jolts. I tightened around him and i could feel my clit screaming to be touched, almost as if he could read my mind one hand left my shoulder and went to his mouth before down against my bundle of nerves.

“you going to cum for me sweet y/n?” he asked as he twitched inside me and his thrusts became slightly sloppy. I nodded rapidly and my body shook with the force he used to fuck me. i squeezed the pillow between my hands and cried out a moan of his name as i clamped around him and let him fill me with his hot fluid.

He rocked into me for a while longer before slipping out of me and letting out a sigh of contentment. My body relaxed and my face pressed into the pillow, my ass was still propped in the air and i groaned at the ache in my core pushed myself up on my arms and then my hands and rolled over to sit down

“did i do okay?”

“you did perfectly, come here” i crawled over to him and he tilted my head to kiss my lips slowly and softly

“Hope’s waiting for us and you need to meet everyone else but next time i’ll take you out for a romantic dinner, i’ll get you another pretty dress, your favourite flowers which i already know because Hope has told me everything i could need to know and then if you want something like this again ill have you in my bed” i blushed dark and nodded smiling

“i’d like that very much”

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[bimbodoggie]

cybersex • (simon “ghost” riley x camgirl!reader)

contents/warnings: fem reader, consensual filming, toys, mean!dom simon, impregnating mention, face sitting, yourself on the shelf position, reader is plus sized, size kink, hair pulling, also simon is an asshole, oh also simon has a jacob’s ladder teehee :3

a/n: i started school and this semester has been beating my ass, MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!, all art is by @ave661

your job was way easier than simon’s, you’d play dress up and take pretty pictures and videos for thousands of people on the internet….but simon he didn’t mind it because he knew that you were untouchable.

sometimes it did bother him tho, the fact others got to see what was his on the daily, but you could quit anytime you wanted, but this particular day it was different. the way simon was acting was kind of….strange, but then again he’s a 6’2 1/2 man who parades in a skull eggshell mask and the occasional balaclava with gunpowder or charcoal to match

all day your mind was filled by your thoughts of how he’s probably on the verge of breaking up with you right now, but then again this is the same man who spent his free time on base using your photos and videos as jerk bait….the front door creaked open and the sound of his boots and duffle bag hit the floor, its like this man had no trace of sound because next thing you know you two were eye to eye staring at each other.

it was embarrassing to say the least because well, you were naked and vulnerable…the only noise that came from his mouth was a satisfied grunt followed by a quick kiss on the mouth, you decided breaking the silence first was the best thing to do considering…

“are you leaving me?” was the question of the day, he froze, like a deer in headlights…if only you knew that was the complete opposite of what needed to be said from his mouth…once again silence filled the room as he walked over and shut off your camera which made you wonder even more about what his next move was

“you know, i’ve been thinking…that maybe instead of being being the director i get my role of the old pervert, something we can both remember yeah?”

what the fuck…is this the big secret he was storing away in his file cabinet? a fantasy, your mouth opened and closed, simon’s reaction was pretty expected, a hearty laugh a booming one at that…

“cmon use your words i know somewhere in that empty brain of yours you can conjure up a couple words yeah?”

instead of a verbal response which he wanted you just shook your head and ignored him which you would have to pay the price later but who cares at least him leaving you isn’t in the equation.

without warning simon picked you up and put you on the bed, looking you in your eyes to indicate that you either was going to break or he was going to break you.

he lifted his mask and started kissing from your neck all the way down to your malleolus bone, this man knew your body like the back of his hand, all the sensitive spots, where to lick, bite and touch he knew it all. he paused to turn on the camera.

“the first thing you’re gonna do is get on your knees and tell the audience what you’re doing today, then depending on how good you are i’ll let you be in charge for a little how does that sound lovey”

your brain circuited and was now functioning off of the commands from simon you scrambled from the bed to the floor…your big eyes met his lifeless ones.

“hi- hi everyone today i will be letting my boyfriend ghost be in my- my vids”

this was humiliating but you enjoyed every single moment, your mouth met his tip which was glistening with pre and begging to be touched, his cock was decorated with piercing jewelry which was a stimulant for your cunt, with his free hand he grabbed a fistful of hair and guided you to what he wanted to do, after that nothing but grunts and degrading phrases bounced around the walls

before he was remotely close to finishing he then picked you up and fucked into you, it was too much to bare, thousands of people watching you and how your boyfriend abuses your cunt on the daily basis, simon’s hand came into contact with your ass groping it, and leaving marks which will show in the morning

there was a heart shaped, light pink butt plug jewel which sparkled in the reflection of the light, the sounds of skin filled the room as you cried out for him to be gentle, he ignored your plea but instead moved a little closer to the camera putting your holes on display for thousands to see

user239329849: he’s such a lucky man

anon3453905: i would do anything to get my hands on her

simon laughed at the desperation comments that entailed of men and their sick fantasies, but simon was the only one who could act on them…he then put you down and signaled you to sit on his face, as much as you wanted to tell him your cunt was saying too much, you wanted him and needed him…the way his warm tongue consoled your weeping cunt had you in tears, the whining and crying for him to slow down was non existent to him.

he then positioned you to where your face was in the camera while he spread open the globes of your brown ass, “gonna give you a baby, i always know when you’re ovulating, i always track it on my calendar in my phone to make sure i get you pregnant” he rasped as he increased his pace….so much was going on which made you wonder if you could take him or not

he wanted a view of how your skin turned red at the sight of him battering your insides like it was some sick recipe…. “si baby, please im just please” your replied to him as he looked you in the eyes, a light slap from his hand was to question if you were still there or if you was just brainless, you started babbling incoherent sentences which was an indication to simon you were close, he took his hand pressed it again your lower abdomen…you tried you really did but he knew your body like a map

“you really are braindead, just a hole f’me and nothin else yea?”

that sent you overboard, it was enough with the jewelry that decorated his cock, you felt the band in your stomach pop making you to make a mess, it felt as if he planned this, he was sick but you liked it….he then turn your ass and cunt to the camera to show the cum leaking out of your throbbing hole….a sloppy kiss from simon was all you needed, you felt like he was breaking you

“touch her and i will find you personally and kill you”

he then ended the live stream to give you aftercare but deep down you knew he was serious

#cod mw2 smut #simon ghost riley smut #callofdutysmut #simon riley x black!reader #call of duty smut #codsmut #simon riley smut #dom!simonriley #simon riley plus sized!reader

[bullet-prooflove]

Crime Wave: David Hale x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators bennykk kelpies-shed

Companion piece to Graffiti

David Hale wants to court you.

It surprises you because up until now the men in your life have been interested in one thing and one only and that’s fucking you.

When he calls you that night, you fully expect it to be a booty call. It’s past ten pm and you’re curled up in your arm chair, listening to the sounds of the 70s, 80s,and 90s over the radio as you sketch out a scene from the café on Main Steet earlier today. It’s nothing special, just a flower that you saw in a glass of water but you haven’t been able to get it out of your head so you’re committing it to paper. That’s usually how your art comes to you, you see something in the wild that sticks in your brain and you can’t let it go, not until you’ve drawn it.

Usually it’s people. You have entire sketchbooks dedicated to folks you don’t know the names of because you’re fascinated by their posture and facial expressions. It’s the reason you decided to draw David this morning.

When you met it had seemed like he carried the weight of the world up on his shoulders but in that moment, asleep in your bed, he’d seemed relaxed, free. You’d wanted to capture that. You didn’t intend to give the picture away and the phone number had been a last minute addition, hastily scrawled as he was heading out the door.

The truth is you never expected him to call.

“Don’t tell me it took you this long to find my number.” You tease after he greets you.

He laughs and that sound, you don’t realise how much you’ve missed it during the twelve hours you’ve been apart.

“It’s been a busy night.” He tells you as he sits at his desk, reviewing the arrest reports. “It’s been hard to find a moment between throwing the regulars in the drunk tank and arresting delinquents for drawing dicks on other people’s property. It seems you’ve started a trend, one that’s going viral.”

“You’re kidding right?” You say, tapping your pencil on the surface of your sketchpad and you can envision him shaking his head with that amused expression of his as he surveys the evidence.

“I wish I was.” He tells you and you hear the chair creak as he leans back in it. “Cars, mailboxes, shop windows. You’ve inspired a crime wave.”

“Honestly David, I’m so fucking embarrassed.” You say as you press your fingertips to your lips. “Let me make it up to you.”

“This is dinner and a movie at least.” He tells you with a humorous lilt to his voice. “I can give you a tour of your handiwork afterwards, we can rate them, biggest to smallest, most anatomically accurate…”

You can’t help but laugh and on the opposite end of the line David feels something blossoming in his chest.

“I actually took some pictures for evidentiary purposes if you’d like a preview.” He tells you as he scrolls through his phone. “I thought I’d ask as I’m against sending unsolicited dick pics to women I’ve just met.”

“That implies you’ve sent some to women you do know in the past.” You tease and you swear you can feel the blush creeping across his cheeks as he clears his throat.

“I can neither confirm or deny…”

“Some would consider it a form of art.” You say as you survey the images he’s just sent you. There’s some real creativity going on in these pictures, you’ve never seen such a variation of cocks. You wonder if you should be putting together some sort of art installation.

“Like your life modelling?” He prompts and you tune back into the conversation.

“Does that bother you?” You ask him. “That other people see me naked on a regular basis?”

It’s been a source of contention with most of your previous partners. They don’t understand that life modelling isn’t about sex, it’s about the art form, about providing a subject for students to learn from, to develop. It’s not a job for just anybody, you have to be comfortable with yourself, sociable enough to put the artists at ease especially in the beginning stages of their journey.

“No.” He says and you can tell he means it. “You have a beautiful body.”

It’s your turn to blush.

“Do you want to come over tonight?” You ask him and he hesitates.

“Yes.” He says finally. “But I think we should wait for that dinner and a movie.”

You read between the lines.

I want to fuck you, but I want to date you too.

“Tomorrow night.” You say as you scroll through your phone searching for the movie listings. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

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#david hale #david hale x reader #deputy chief david hale #soa

[startanewdream]

(found this lying on my tumblr drafts; have no idea what month those prompts for Jily Microfics were — and frankly I'm embarrassed to even tag them, at this point)

#22 - Album and #25 - Photograph (I'm cheating, I know)

It was the first morning back; over the sound of people chatting in the Great Hall and Sirius’ barking laugh as he commented on some dirty joke with Peter, James heard Evans’ happy voice.

“That’s Firenze,” she was telling Mary. The foreign word sounded exquisite in her voice; it made wings flutter inside him, even though James had promised himself he would get over Lily Evans. “And this was in Pisa. The Leaning Tower was incredible, I cannot believe there is no magic sustaining it still.”

“Pisa?” In front of James, Remus turned to the girls. “Have you been to Italy this summer?”

Evans nodded, excited. It did seem as if she had enjoyed the summer, James thought; her skin was shining, not tanned but with freckles, and her hair had some faded strands, almost blond. If he was not over his feelings for Evans, James would say she had come back from summer vacation more gorgeous than ever; due to his new life philosophies, he thought the summer had done her good in a healthy way.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Italy,” Remus said.

Evans giggled. “To Rome, I guess. Here,” and she handed Remus the mini-album she had been showing to Mary. “Don’t mind me, but I took some nice pictures.”

James glanced at her. “Can I see it too?” He asked before he could control himself.

Remus had the album opened in front of him, so James could look at it anyway; Evans seemed to be realising the same thing — she threw him a funny look — but all she said was, “The photos don’t move.”

“And?”

Evans looked as if she wanted to say something, but she shrugged and nodded towards the album, then turned to Mary.

James leaned on the table to watch as Remus turned the pages. The photographs were nice indeed, showing old Renaissance cities, Classic buildings he had only heard of, and paintings and sculptures that did not move, but captivated his gaze all the same, entranced by the way the artist had made his art look so alive.

"These are amazing," he breathed, and he didn't think anyone had heard, until Evans sighed, approvingly. James fought back a blush, leaning down, and it didn't help that Remus had paused at a page that showed Evans in front of a large painting with a naked woman.

A red-haired naked woman.

"That's The Birth of Venus, by Botticelli," Evans explained helpfully. "Venus was—"

"The Goddess of Love," completed James, raising his eyes to meet Evans' green ones. His heart skipped a beat that had nothing to do with any foreign goddess. "Love and beauty."

"Yes." She placed a strand of her hair behind her ear; her cheeks were pink. "It was a marvelous painting."

He was about to ask her, rather abruptly, if she couldn't show more about Muggle's paintings, when Remus turned to the next page; and then Evans' face was positively red as she grabbed her album suddenly—but not before James glanced at the last photo. There was a guy sharing ice cream with Evans.

"That's all," she said, fidgeting with her hands, and ignoring how her friend Mary was giggling now. "Nice trip. You should go some time."

James forced himself to smile. "Sure."

"Should we get ice cream too?" Mary asked, not hiding her mirth.

Evans rolled her eyes. "It's called gelato." She stood up. "Let's go, we will be late for class."

They departed; Remus watched them go for a moment before turning to James.

"Are you ok?"

James blinked away the images that had formed in his mind, where, instead of that Italian guy who he had barely glanced at—but now assumed the shape and face of an unpleasant handsome guy with an annoying nice accent—he was sharing gelato with Evans in front of The Birth of Venus.

"Yes," he lied.

#Don't eat ice cream in front of famous paintings #that's a disclaimer for this silly fic #Jily #Sixth Year Jily is always messy

[quillkiller]

*crawls up to you* please, spare and effie and barty for a starving man.. they taste so good i need more..please

-🐌

LISTEN!!!!!! i’ve been thinking about them the entire day. been at work and they’re just slowly rotating in my mind driving me to insanity

in the pool boy au living in my mind effie invites him into the house whenever fleamont isn’t home. he lounges around, making himself comfortable, determined to contamining every single space with his presence so effie will always think of him……… the first time they sleep together in monty and effies bed he turns their wedding photo down while looking her directly in the eye…… she’s smirking and forgets to fix it and fleamont sees it before bed and he’s all ’what happened to our picture?’ and effie just shrugs and says it must’ve fallen over. barty texts her that night asking if she’s thinking of what they did in her marital bed when she’s next to monty. she sends back a ’yes’.

barty is at her absolute beck and call he’ll do whatever she wants he wants to give her everything she’s been to afraid to demand from someone else. he’s up for everything and she’s not shy with him at all. she’s touching herself by the pool watching barty and he’s so caught off guard when he sees her that he falls into the pool. ’oh no!! lets go into the pool house and dry you off’ and as soon as the door closes he’s straddling her on the bed. effie LOVES it when he straddles her……….. she manhandles him into every position she wants him and he just LETS HER. goes along like whatever you say gorgeous

they talk about litterature and art and music and whenever they’re all snuggled up and smelling of sex they end up talking for well over an hour. he loves impressing her. he’s top of his class after all and he wants her to know. he wants to be enough for her and he wants to be more interesting than her boring ass husband. they get high together when monty is away at some business trip. he stays the night and they’re giggling and making out lazily and fucking and barty even left his phone at home. none of his friends know where he is and my mans does NOT care. effie thinks he’s so sweet and charming and yeah he looks cool and dangerous but then its 2 in the morning and he’s telling her about his upbringing or about his hopes and dreams or he’s telling her what her eyes makes him think of and she’s so fucking charmed. hes so fucking sweet when he wants to be and he so raaaaaarely wants to be!!!!!!!!! at first it was a silly little game to barty just flirting with a hot milf and maybe even sleeping with her but now he’s captivated body and soul and he would probably kill monty if she asked him to……. he dreams about it and them running away together

he tells her about all his tattoos and how most of them are stupid and he just did them because he simply wanted to and effie kisses each one when he tells her. they’re naked the entire weekend they spend together and oh no!!!!! monty is home early!!!!! barty has to jump from the window and make it out of there!!!!!! effie gives him a nasty snog when he’s hanging from the window and bites his lip and when he’s home she texts him that she’s already bored without him

THATS THE THING. THEY’RE BOTH BORED AND END UP IN THIS MESSY NASTY AFFAIR AND HAVING SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER AND ITS BEAUTIFUL AND STRANGE AND AWFUL BUT THEY’RE PULLED TOWARDS EACH OTHER LIKE MAGNETS………..

#some thoughts i had today……… #i hope this suffices<3 #effiebarty

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

The Noses Have It

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 643

Summary: Dieter gets caught doodling, so a drawing session is in order

Warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst, loads of cute fluffy stuff

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Dieter was doodling. He hadn’t found himself randomly drawing or painting pictures since before he went into rehab. He never felt any artistic urge to create anything with his hands, focusing too much on his mental health issues. Lately, he found himself randomly sketching on a napkin or on the corner of a script.

You caught him in his random doodling and wanted to see more of his artistic skills. Now you and Dieter were sitting opposite each other on your couch, sketching pictures of each other, occasionally nudging each other playfully with your feet.

“Didn’t you do art in school?”

“I did but got kicked out of art class. The teacher found my style too…” he gestured wildly, unable to come up with an appropriate word.

“Too Dieter?” you suggested.

“I was a total goth at school. I used to draw a pentagram on my palm and mumble random shit to scare everyone away.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the image. “I wish I was goth; I was just a general nerdy weirdo.”

“I bet you were cute though.”

You shrugged off the compliment, “I was always compared to my perfect older sister and then when my perfect younger brother came along, I got compared to him. I stuck out as the weird one who played with makeup.”

“Nothing wrong with being weird.”

“It also meant everyone treated me as stupid because I didn’t want a career in the medical field.”

“I’ve met stupid and you’re not it.”

“I was stupid enough to be stuck in a bad relationship.”

“That wasn’t your fault. It took me a long time in therapy to accept that the drug addiction wasn’t my fault.”

He squeezed your foot in assurance. You were both finished in your sketching and shuffled on the couch to sit together. Dieter showed you his drawing. The face coming at you from the page was a Venus in pencil.

“That’s not me.”

“It is, there’s your cute little nose.” He could read the uncertainty on your face. “Did no one ever tell you you’re beautiful?”

You shook your head, “It was always followed by a but: ‘You’re pretty but you could lose some weight’. ‘You’re pretty but you need to smile more.’”

Dieter scoffed, “Sadly I know what you mean. I’m an actor, of course I’ve had it happen to me. ‘You’ve got a nice figure, but you could lose a bit more.’ ‘You have a nice profile, but you could benefit from a nose job.’”

“What? I love your nose.”

“You don’t think it’s too big?”

“No.”

“I’ve been told it’s a villain’s nose.”

You flipped over your book to show Dieter your creation. “Or a werewolf!”

He moved over to take a better look. “You drew me as a werewolf?”

“I think they’re the most romantic horror character.”

“More romantic than vampires?”

“Well yeah. They have no control over their powers, they have to obey the power of the full moon and wake up regretting their night of raw, feral insanity.”

“And they get naked,” that brought a laugh out of you “I look good as a werewolf.”

“And your nose very much suits it. You have a nice regal nose and…it’s dumb.”

“What?”

“No it’s stupid.” You closed off to the idea, but Dieter was eager to know and drew close to you.

“What? I want to hear it.”

“It’s kinda the opposite of mine, so they fit together like a puzzle. A two-piece puzzle.”

“Do two-piece puzzles exist?”

“See, that’s why it’s a dumb idea.”

“No,” he hugged you in reassurance, “You know those necklace things that have that heart that’s broken in two but then go back together? That’s what we are.”

“Really?”

“Really really. A broken pair of hearts halves put together as one heart. It doesn’t sound that romantic but…”

“No, it’s very romantic.”

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[hiccanna-tidbits]

HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 3, DAY 7 - AU FREE SPACE MOTEL POOL MERMAID AU

Happy AU free day!!! I was inspired to expand on this post I made a while back, and here we are! I blame @ohlooksheswriting for taking me down with her in her magic realism spiral XD I’ve been thinking about road trips and mildly-spooky liminal spaces (i.e. backwater motels in the middle of nowhere/super isolated wilderness-y areas) a lot, and thus this AU kind of wrote itself XD

Art from the original post inspired the moodboard a lot, as you can see! I kinda like the red-and-green color scheme for them--red to go with Anna’s hair and vibrant personality, green to go with Hiccup’s eyes, sass (idk green is just the color of sass to me???), and general vibes.

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

***

Anna was all too quick to agree to the impromptu family road trip, hoping being trapped in a car for several hours will finally get her ever-aloof sister to open up. Elsa is leaving for college come the end of the summer, after all--and if this is truly their last hurrah, Anna’s last chance to reach out to her sister, then she wants to make it count. They were going to bond so much on this drive--Anna just knows it.

They did not bond on the drive. The lack of a phone signal as they drove through miles and miles of pine forest meant that there was not a scrap of wifi or internet to be seen, and Anna couldn’t check social media or text her friends to occupy herself. She tried to get Elsa to play some classic road trip games to pass the time--I Spy, 20 Questions, Shout If You See An Animal, the works. The last one was what Anna was most looking forward to, and of course the one that yielded the poorest results.

Elsa was having none of any of them. She was perfectly content to bury her nose in some gothic novel (how on earth did she read in the car without getting nauseous, Anna wondered), and griped any time Anna interrupted her. She wasn’t even interested in discussing the plot when Anna asked, claiming it was the kind of deep, dark, and tragic story that her baby sister simply “wouldn’t understand.”

Restless and frustrated after a long, aggravating ride, Anna couldn’t be more glad when they finally pull up to the motel that night. It’s a lonely, decrepit little place, all retro-feeling flickering red neon signs and dilapidated infrastructure. The picture-perfect budget road trip motel.

Anna wonders if it’s haunted. She feels strangely eager at the thought--whether the hypothetical ghosts were friendly or not, they sure would spice things up, at least.

She gets a different kind of surprise when she decides to go for a night swim in the pool, hoping to get some of the excess energy and irritation out before she goes to bed. Before she can get lost in her thoughts (and concoct a new plan to get that stick out of Elsa’s ass), she keeps catching glimpses of a flickering movement out of the corner of her eye. When she finally tracks it to the bushes just outside the pool, her curiosity piques.

It’s hard to tell, with nothing but the glow of the red motel sign and the lamps in nearby windows for light, but it looks like there’s a long, shiny green tail somewhere among the leaves. Braving the cool night air in nothing but a bathing suit, Anna goes to investigate the rustling bush.

She sees something trying to squirm out the back, but whatever-it-is doesn’t get far. The bush-rustler now scooting rapidly toward another thicket--now in the full light of both the moon and the hotel signs--appears to be a naked teenage boy (well, that’s awkward)...that is, until she notices that this boy is not in possession of any legs.

Anna certainly didn’t have “find a merboy hiding in the bushes by a hotel pool” on her road trip bucket list, but she’s willing to make adjustments. In fact, this just might be more interesting than ghosts.

As often happens, Anna is reduced to stuttering and asking stupid questions when in shock. “You’re--you’re a--why aren’t you in the water?!”

The merboy pauses before answering--green tail lashing, matching eyes looking like they’re doing a calculus problem. “...because you were in it? And seeing me tends to get screams once people realize I’m not a really detailed floatie?”

When she just stares at him, trying to take all this in, he sighs and goes on. “Look, I’m not used to people actually using the pool. Usually folks just pass through--stay one night and then hit the road. The swimming pool’s kind of a deadzone.”

In a fortunate twist of fate, Anna doesn’t fall into this category. Her parents were deadset on seeing some obscure state park in the area, and this was the closest and most affordable place to stay.

She’s going to be here awhile.

“So no one else has ever noticed you in there? People swim so rarely that no one’s freaked out and reported you to the news? Do you have to hide every time someone comes swimming? How do you even get out in time? What do you do when the pool cleaners come? How did you get here in the first place? What do you eat? Do you have to eat the bushes? Or dig in the trash cans like a raccoon while everyone’s asleep?”

He only ends up answering a few of her questions. Hiccup, as it turns out his name is, once lived on the west coast--that was, until he ended up in the nets of a ruthless opportunist and got sold to a seedy traveling circus. He arrived at the hotel in a tank in the back of a semi-truck, and just barely managed to squirm out and off into the bushes while the circus workers unloaded. As a slow scootch through the woods at the mercy of bears and mountain lions didn’t seem ideal, he made a home in the motel pool after the circus left without him. He’s gotten by ever since by being hypervigilant and quick, getting out of sight as soon as someone comes to the pool or camouflaging as a bizarrely realistic decoration. His diet is berries from nearby thickets on a good day, and half-eaten muffins and burgers from the trash on a bad one.

He’s accepted his rather sad new life, but he misses his orca Toothless more than anything. He longs to return to the ocean, but a cross-country trek for a boy who need to be submerged in water at least once every 2 hours and has a flopping-along speed of about 0.25 miles an hour is hardly feasible.

And thus begins the most unexpected adventure of Anna’s life, introducing Hiccup to pillow mints (the really good kind with mint cream and dark chocolate), vending machines, funny ocean animal videos on her phone, and chocolate chip pancakes smuggled right out of the continental breakfast hall. Before she knows it, she’s half paying attention during family hikes, busy hatching a plan to steal a semi-truck and a water tank and take Hiccup home.

When Elsa inevitably discovers Anna’s secret new friend, Anna is prepared for the worst--only to somehow get her sister in on her plan after about 45 minutes of frantic rambling and pleading. In yet another pleasant twist of fate, it would seem rescuing a constantly-annoyed and very cynical merboy might finally be the thing that bring Anna and Elsa together. However, the sisters have to be prepared to be arrested, stalked by sketchy performers hunting down their missing main attraction, and/or make their parents very, very angry. One thing is for certain, though: this will be a trip--and a summer--that Anna will never forget.

#hiccanna #hiccannamonth #hiccannamonth22 #hiccannamonth2022 #moodboard #aesthetic #hiccup x anna #anna x hiccup #hiccup #anna #hiccup haddock #princess anna #merman!hiccup #hiccupxanna #annaxhiccup #rotbtd #rotbtfd #mermaid au #httyd #frozen #crossover

[pranavguru]

Berger’s “Ways of Seeing” made some particularly interesting points about the relationships between paintings and photos. However, I must disagree with Berger’s implication of how the meaning of art can only be discovered when it is “stripped of the false mystery… that surrounds it”, that otherwise, because of how paintings are reproduced with precision in photos, that the experience of seeing them is attenuated and made even partially redundant. I would argue that with at least some art, the intended impact of the work cannot be reproduced in photos, and must be experienced in front. I have chosen, for example, an image of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel in the Vatican. The painting is reproduced in precise, exquisite detail in this photograph. Yet, at least for me, I do not feel the gravity of the picture (I’ve also been lucky to visit the real Sistine Chapel, and can vouch that the in-person experience is a world apart).  

This is because Berger’s implications rest on the assumption that the impact of art lies in its details, the tangible and visible components of the picture. However, with some works, the details of the picture play a minor role on the user, overshadowed by such intangibles as the grandiosity of the room the painting is in, the angle one must tilt to observe the photo, the silence of the hall as one takes in an image of grand scale, the soft gasp of a large crowd surrounding you as you view it. A painting’s worth is only realized not just in the eyes of its beholder, but in all of their senses. In the Sistine Chapel, the physical gap between the viewer on the floor and the ceiling above leaves some details of the painting invisible to the naked eye, intended not to be seen. This deliberate obfuscation, the intentional creation of a ‘vail of mystery’ is anything but false; the feeling of not being able to access all parts of an otherwise heavenly image is also part of the experience. It is not, as Berger might suggest, a ‘false’ mystery or religiosity. 

#artstudi173e

[geracaoalpha]

Artist Spotlight: Ryan Frame

Alphaa.io is pleased to welcome visual artist Ryan Frame to our network of creatives!

Frame was born in South Africa and is based in Los Angeles. He incorporates body paint, human subjects, water, and photography to create surreal yet intimate portraits.  Learn more about Frame in our interview below and check out his works on Alphaa.io.

Where are you from? 

Ryan Frame: I was born and Raised in Johannesburg South Africa, then lived in Cape Town from 18-24 and then moved to LA where I have lived since 24. I am 30 now.

What is your background?

RF: I have been working in the motion picture industry throughout my entire professional career, which led me to move to Los Angeles. There, I studied for my MFA at UCLA's School of Theater, Film, and Television.

How did you get started in your artist career? 

RF: As I became more involved in the motion picture business I begun feeling frustrated at how long things take for a creative vision to materialize. It was through this creative frustration that I searched for more immediate ways to express myself. I gravitated towards body painting because I have always been fascinated by the originality of how this medium combines naked skin, paint and photography. The immediacy of this art form gave me an emancipation from the long drawn our process of making films.

Any exciting upcoming projects in 2023? 

RF: I’ve been experimenting with underwater photography and testing paints and powders that will enable me to achieve it.

What excites you the most about technology (NFTs, Web3 blockchain etc) right now? 

RF: I think the promise of NFT technology is well suited for fine art for three reasons. First is that it provides provenance for these works as a certificate of authenticity that cannot be manipulated. Second is the ability for the creator to participate in secondary sales in perpetuity which I find most exciting. Third, I believe NFTs should ideally be accompanied by the original works. Although some can exist on their own, the value of art is the ability to appreciate it in person.

What inspires you? 

I get inspired when I observe life's contrast through witnessing my hopes and dreams against another person's pain and suffering, or my own pain and suffering against another's hopes and dreams. Seeing creation and destruction both in a natural context is another source of inspiration. I like to choose locations for my photoshoots in places that highlight the beauty of natural landscapes or places that carry a heaviness to them through political or religious affiliation. 

How did you get in touch with Alphaa.io and how would you see the relationship growing this year? 

RF: I met Manu at an event several months ago where she saw my work and invited me to apply. I would like to see our relationship become one where Alphaa.io represents my work to its clientele for sale.

What are you currently working on?

RF: I’m currently in Cape Town until the end of February. It’s summer here so I’m using the opportunity to create a series featuring local muses and landscapes. We’ll see how it comes together.

Anything else you want to add?

RF: Just that I recently started becoming more public with my work in the past year. It took some courage to come out because I wanted to build up enough works before I shared with whoever might find them pleasing.

#alphaaio #nft #nfts #visual art #photography #bodypaint #blockchain #digitalart #surreal photography #ryan frame #ryan frame artist

[3dayweeknd]

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tagged by @ryanisreallytryin thank uu<33

what book are you currently reading?

none lol. i swear i’m gonna open one before the break ends but i havent gotten to it oops

what do you usually wear?

im ngl i’ve been really lazy over winter break and it’s been mostly pjs and maybe e crop top lmao. but i always have earrings and a necklace on or else i feel naked lol

how tall are you?

5'5"!!!

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

libra and it’s the same as will smith lol

do you go by your name or a nickname?

i go by my given first name i only have a vietnamese nickname for at home/with family

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?  

idk lmao im not pursuing art/music like i wanted to but i think child me would think doctor/vet is pretty cool so

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

good: being sleepy, bad: talking

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

not in 2023 but i did a quick drawing of a rabbit in like november and im happy with it! i made a couple jewelry pieces too but not sure how many i did in the last year

dogs or cats?

i dont discriminate but i think im a little more comfortable around dogs just cuz i never had cats. i’ll still pet the hell out of either though

what's something you would like to create content for?

idk for me i guess lmao but i dont really have time

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

the squish of horsie muzzles. cuz im working with the horses and i cannot get enough of how squishy they are. they are so fucking squishy

what's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

umm maybe my social life lmao it hasnt really changed that much as i started university but i mean i still made some progress it’s just really teeny tiny and still quite lonely but its ok

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

idk lmao umm i think im kind of mediocre at everything like im an all arounder dont have any specific talents

what's something you wish to have at this moment?

a fat check lol (pls)

ok im done hehe umm idk who to tag cuz i dont really see a lot of my mutuals do these. i tag @stratocxster not sure who else

#tag games #tag game

[the-rollerchloster]

I posted 2,869 times in 2022

That's 1,575 more posts than 2021!

161 posts created (6%)

2,708 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thigholstercas

@likeaclassic

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I tagged 2,649 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#destiel - 648 posts

#lol - 358 posts

#cockles - 302 posts

#beautiful art - 223 posts

#dean winchester - 218 posts

#beautiful gifset - 212 posts

#jensen ackles - 167 posts

#wow - 164 posts

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#beautiful fic - 116 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i'm also undecided whether soldier boys definition of raising his sons to be men would have included the beatings his father couldn't be...

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

129 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

#4

I honestly don’t care if Jensen and Misha have never actually seen each other naked (I don’t believe that to be true, but if I were to be proven wrong somehow, I’d accept it)… what keeps me in the cockles dumpster is their complete devotion to each other. They love each other deeply, and respect each other, support each other, develop each other in sooo many ways that so few ever get to experience, and I just think that love is beautiful 💙💚

178 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#3

Sometimes I wonder if we (as a fandom) have over-analysed scenes to the point that we’ve forgotten what we were actually watching.

Most of our favourite parts of Supernatural, the mothership as it were, are our favourite bits because they’ve been analysed and broken apart and put back together so many times that we can create this bigger picture that is further moulded by our own headcanons and fic plots and playlists. And that’s what makes Supernatural great.

I’ve seen a lot of #thoughts on The Winchesters now that the pilot is out, and I know that not everyone thinks it was a winner - the jokes were cheesy, the CGI looked terrible, it didn’t feel right, whatever else - but I’d argue that’s because it’s being compared to the Supernatural in our heads, not the Supernatural that aired on television.

I’ve said it before and I still believe it with my whole heart… Supernatural should just be a mediocre watch and forget network television show, but it’s not because of the passion of the people it sweeps up under it’s spell and the little bit of extra magic each and every person who gives it a little love sprinkles on top. This new passion project just needs the same magic.

231 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#2

Some new information has been presented to me by a friend who attended this past weekend's Supernatural convention in Las Vegas. Cue too many coincidences for me to not talk about it...

Last night, after the con had ended, I received this picture of the Las Vegas Eiffel Tower lit up in blue and green:

This morning, Misha Collins himself, has drawn attention to the very same structure by nose-fucking it with a thinly veiled sex joke.

See the full post

396 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“YOU HAVEN’T SPOKEN FOR HOURS”

I’m sorry, what? You’re telling me that Cas just sat with Dean while he drove to process the loss of his brother for hours in silence?

😭😭😭

461 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

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[itsmajel]

I posted 1,456 times in 2022

That's 146 more posts than 2021!

72 posts created (5%)

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I tagged 162 of my posts in 2022

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#buddie - 44 posts

#majel arts - 29 posts

#fic rec - 25 posts

#911 fox - 22 posts

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#majel reads - 20 posts

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#self promo - 16 posts

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Longest Tag: 120 characters

#nowadays if the post does not have pictures i am usually confused at least 3/4 of it until ive figured out who its about

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Remember that shirtless firefighter calendar from season 2 that Eddie and Buck didn’t get into?

Yeah, me too.

Anyone else bummed we didn’t get to see their entries because damn we should have?

Yeah, me too.

Fortunately I remembered I can in fact draw and cast them both for 2022. I know I already drew Eddie once but I felt like I could do even better now and also I just can’t stop myself and really why should I?! So here we go again:

Eddie’s second entry to the LAFD Calendar 2022. Buck had no input in this pose, but it has him hot under the collar anyway. Enough to have him shelling out 18 bucks for a calendar he already owns. Again, it’s for charity and Evan Buckley is a charitable guy.

See reblogs for links to Buck’s and Eddie’s other entries and TK’s and Carlos‘ entries to the Austin first responder calendar 2022.

[Image description: The artwork shows a man—Eddie Diaz—posing shirtless. One neon yellow and silver suspender is visible, draped over his left shoulder and secured to the waistband of his dark pants. The thumb of his left hand is hooked in the black clasp of the suspender, resting on his hip. The red band of the right suspender is just about visible, undone and hanging down by his right hip. A smattering of chest hair lines Eddie’s naked chest, as well as a happy trail disappearing into his pants. A tattoo in Spanish can partially be seen wrapped around his left forearm, the words ‘la mente y’ just about visible. The background is a turquoise hue with streaks of white through it. The artwork was done digitally.]

202 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

#4

“Did you know you produce enough saliva in a year to fill two bathtubs?”

“Are you seriously giving me facts about saliva right now?”

“What? It’s interesting and sort of relevant and -”

“Buck, just shut up and kiss me okay?”

Smiling Buck closed the space and did just that. He kissed Eddie and it felt like fireworks exploded in his chest. Bursting with colour and light and warmth and something that felt an awful lot like happiness...

* * * *

I’m finally back with some Buddie art and this one is dedicated to all the magic, fireworks going off, world stopping, world changing first kisses in fanfic. I love them and Buck and Eddie deserve one. So this is my attempt to visualize that special moment. It’s also the first Buddie kiss I drew way back in …. May. Yes that’s how long it took me to post this even though I’ve been posting my art chronologically (the pride month art being the exception). So yeah please stay tuned for more to come. 

See reblogs for links to more Buddie art by me and the taglist.

[Image description: The artwork shows two men kissing in the foreground—one taller blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) on the right, and one shorter brunet (Eddie Diaz) on the left. Both men’s eyes are closed. Eddie is heavily stubbled, wearing a maroon T-shirt and Buck is wearing a grey T-shirt with his signature birthmark visible around his left eyebrow. They are backlit by a bursting lens flare. The background is a soft, baby blue hue, with a myriad of coloured confetti decorating the image. The artwork was done digitally.]

263 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#3

A Buddie sticker design I did for my lovely and beloved friend @octoberobserver who complained there wasn’t enough Buddie merch out there.

I am personally holding her responsible for a) getting me into this mess by making me binge watch season 1 - 4 of this silly litte show and even worse b) delivering the epiphany that Eddie is in fact hot guy from Step Up 4.

For once I have not crawled willingly into this dumpster but been forcefully shoved. Anyway hi 911 Buddie folks, I love it here!

330 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#2

“Dad, come on! Buck wants to take a picture of us!”

“Yes Eddie come on, I want to take a picture of us!”

“Of course you do, don’t you have a million of them already?”

“Yeah, but one can never have enough pictures of one's favourite Diaz boys. Also I have a feeling this is gonna be a good one!”

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I’ve been promising some Buddie family art and deliver I shall. Here’s Buck’s favorite playground selfie of the three of them. Eddie teases him for having it as his phone background but it gives him a little happy flutter in his stomach whenever he looks at it so he doesn’t mind. Especially when he finds a copy stuck on Eddie's fridge a few days later.

[Image description: The artwork shows two men in the foreground—one blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) and one brunet (Eddie Diaz) standing either side of a young brunet child wearing glasses (Christopher Diaz). Everyone is smiling brightly at the camera that is being held up by Buck, posing in front of the outline of a playground. Buck, on the left side of the frame, is wearing a red shirt with a white T-shirt peeking through underneath. Christopher, in the middle, is wearing a light blue shirt while Eddie, on the right, is wearing a darker blue T-shirt. In the background, a bright, clear blue sky can be seen behind the outline of the playground. The artwork was done digitally. ]

366 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Happy Pride month everyone! Here are Buck and Eddie celebrating the day and proudly showing the world that they are, in fact, more than buddies! ❤️ 🌈 

[Image description: Artwork shows two men—one a taller blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) and the other, a shorter brunet (Eddie Diaz) kissing. On the left—Buck is wearing a black T-Shirt. He is holding up a bisexual flag (pink, purple and blue striped) in the air with his left hand. On the right—Eddie is wearing a grey T-Shirt. He is holding up the gay flag (rainbow striped) in the air with his right hand. Both men are wearing pride wristbands and their faces are painted with a pride flag, one on Buck’s right cheek, and one on Eddie’s left. Their eyes are closed and smile lines are visible. The background shows a bright blue sky, with fluffy clouds, while multicoloured confetti rains down over the entire image. The artwork was done digitally.]

916 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false #not suprised about buddie being at the top of everything #also thanks to everyone who welcomed me and my art into the fandom!!!

[here2bbtstrash]

you know if someone were to go through the whole of your work, they will realise what a wide area you cover and explore various themes and how it makes everyone feel included and most importantly educate people at time too. like it’s not just porn, porn is exquisite and hot definitely but it isn’t just porn it’s much more than that. that’s about the versatility. now if we talk about the characters in all the fics they’re all so layered and complicated and the character development such that you both hate and love them at the same time which feels most realistic at times. someone who’s read all your work sometimes i forget you wrote certain piece sometime and i go back and go through the master list and i realise oh fuck they’ve written that as well and i go dumbfounded. anyway i’ve been meaning to say this for a while so here goes.

now i’ll talk about The Shape Of Your Body

• omg this has soft namgi 🥹and the reader is roommates with them !!! she’s living my dream.

• did you change his hair description after he came out as honey blonde ? or was that in intial draft as well hehe (because i know you most never miss a recent update to include in a fic )

• distinctly remember thinking, like, please let me not be thirsting over a straight-up child right now. nakxnalaksneklfmqla did she just confess thirsting ???????

• making hot characters lose their sanity and bring out the most hilarious embarrassment is something we can always expect from your fics ehehehe

• lol this is ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ coming to life!!! omg

• ITS CUTE ???? it’s cute ????? it’s cute ???? wow

• why do i’ve a feeling that the said naked man she can’t avoid is gonna be at the laundromat!!! ahahahahah skipped class to avoid him only to find him at the next possible destination!!! 😂

• Why are art students so attractive!!! ughhhhhh

• wow sharing earbuds!! that counts as the very big gesture in my dictionary! i hate to share it.

• *whistles* they’re gonna watch titanic and watch Jack draws Rose naked!!!! wuhoooo!

• FUCK THIS IS GOING TO BE FUCKING SLOW

• boy i’m in love with the reader…. thank you for the well described communication and the necessary talk and the acceptance and openness and just generally making it very comfortable.

• DID YOU JUST DESCRIBE KITTY GANG JIMIN !!!!???? In Joons exhibition!!??

• oh my god oh my god oh my god nooooooooo shit! ART STUDEnts can’t keep their hands to themselves in empty corners omg shit

• aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnddd scene !!

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺i’m so warm and so so so so soft for this couple! what a beautiful scene at the last 🥺🥺🥺🥺

thank you for addressing the insecurity of many

thank you for writing this 💕

ahhhhhh this is such a kind review! thank you so much for the high praise on my stories 🥺 and this live reaction as well lol!

was definitely not picturing jimin w the hair color he has now, more like a proper blonde, but we can only hope this current red shade is the first stop on the way back to blonde 🤞

thank you for reading!!! 💜

#anonymous #mbox 📮 #fic review #the shape of your body #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

[frostyreturns]

Frosty Ruins Duncanville

First of all I absolutely hate everything about the art. The art style is that offputting cheap animation style that makes everyone look ugly. The character designs only enhance that ugliness and make this tough to look at.

The show begins its pilot episode with a cameo from someone I've never heard of and their big opening jokes reference pedophilia and incest. The show is about a teenage boy and they literally could not go a minute without bringing up his sex life. Also it was before the three minute mark before another reference to incest where his little sister runs up lovestruck and tells her brother she can't wait to marry him.

We also have the now obligatory black female love interest who looks like she was designed by tumblr, and not current day tumblr either, tumblr before most of the retards left for twitter. Of course her arrival heralds the now completely mandatory ham fisting of the social justice cause. Here their priorities are to skewer papa johns for not supporting lgbt causes and she claims to be bringing them down from the inside. Does anyone even fucking remember what the papa johns nontroversy even was anymore. How can you make topical political leftist humour when there’s no humour and you’re outraged about a new innocuous thing every fucking day.

They also have this one character who’s an influencer and through him they advocate sucking companies dicks on twitter for free stuff. He talks about getting free twizzlers for saying the company is woke. And in case you were wondering how long the show would run before you had to hear about a teenage boys boner the answer is 6 minutes. If you are wondering how long it takes for an older woman to flirt with a teenage boy the answer is ten minutes.

The show is comedy adjacent. You can tell there are supposed to be jokes but you can never find them. One of the jokes is the mom just describing the premise of the movie boss baby and laughing. You can see the outline for the comedy like the chalk lines around where a dead body used to lay...but it's just empty. It's soulless and unfunny and they try to make up for this lack of funniness with uncomfortable sexual situations. I would ask what it is with leftists and assuming that peak comedy is combining sex and children but we all know the answer to that. At one point the kids mom roleplays with him how to initiate sex with a girl and lays down, starts unzipping her shirt and talks like a teenager girl. It was super fucking weird and uncomfortable... but it's okay because the mom got to slip in a feminist consent talking point.You know the one where drunk women can't consent so if two drunk people have consensual sex the man consented but the woman can't so it was male on female rape.

This seems to be a theme that continues throughout the show, putting kids in inappropriate sexual situations and then trying to justify it with a feminist political message. Like the mom and her teenage son go into a strip club but it's okay because she tells him to respect the naked dancing women as honest working women just like her. Then they animate him picturing his mom as one of the strippers for even more incestuous “hilarity”. 

Then because the show wasn't creepy enough the kids all go to a rave and one comments how fun it was because they were naked so much. With how much these people have been harranged for being pedophiles you think they would take at least five fucking minutes to not be super obvious about how badly they want to corrupt and rape children. Fuck everyone who made this show, I hope they get hit by a train. 

Then one of the episodes ends with a rant about how being someones girlfriend makes you that persons property, making this bizarre point that dating is sexist. So the show attempts to normalize pedophilia and incest but attempts to stigmatize normal age appropriate dating. Like everything a degenerate hollywood leftist touches it’s backward and fucking disgusting. I can't even tell if this show is supposed to be for kids or not. It's not funny and it has this condescending meant for children tone to it but then it's also wildly inappropriate for kids. I’ve watched 6 episodes for this review and I can’t fucking tell who this is meant for... this is a show for nobody. 

Also how many fucking shows do we need about dissecting and ridiculing the concept of family. It's been fucking done to death, we get it everyone in hollywood has terrible families and would rather be raised by the government, you're lunatics shut up nobody else cares.

The shows attempts at comedy seem like a bunch of boomers just scrolled through tumblr and drew the conclusion that kids these days think random absurd nonsense is hilarious. It's like the cartoon version of one of those weird old spice commercials from a decade ago. But instead of the punchline being I'm on a horse, the punchline is I'm flying on captain sullys back and holding onto his mustache for support, ha ha get it because he's high and it's therefore funny. That was their first episodes big ending joke.

This show is fucking terrible. And as usual the Amy Pohler character is always some insufferable government stooge, this time instead of the parks department she takes great personal joy in writing parking tickets. Stealing for the state to make quotas making her again a detestable and irritating character. This time though there is no Ron Swanson or Andy Dwyer to make the show funny in spite of her.

When the show isn't being criminally unfunny or pedophilic it's being fucking boring as shit. It's like watching family guy but there's no peter or stewie. It's just Meg, Chris and Lois, so it's nothing but b plots that nobody cares about because in a comedy where the characters are not funny there is no reason to give a shit about the characters. Like one of the plots is an investigation into who sold kids knockoff sneakers and it turns out to be a teacher who used the money to buy the kids tickets to see Hamilton. And then the lesson the audience is given is that crime is okay as long as it's for the benefit of exposing kids to shitty broadway historical propaganda. Or the plot is that the parents are worried their kid isn't popular, because the concept of popularity in high school needs to be done a ten thousandth time and it needs to be done poorly and without humour. It's shows like this that make me so curious how it was pitched and how it came to be, because I cannot for the life of me imagine what the premise even is. Did Amy Poehler walk in and say ok it's like F is for family but take away Bill Burr and the 70's and add nothing at all, but also target it to kids but make it inappropriate for kids...but not in a way that kids will like. Were they like alright fuck it nobody watches the shit we make anymore anyway so do whatever the fuck you want.

I hate absolutely everything about this show, it has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. If you enjoy this show you have a cultural gutter palate and I would assume your opinions on everything are wrong and retarded. Once again further proof that nothing made after 2017 is worth watching. This was an exercise in massochism, fuck this show.

#duncanville

[a-child-in-the-garden]

Put a Little Faith in Me

Hi, this makes me nervous to post, but here goes. 

This goes out to all my plus-size babes. If you’re anything like me, you’ve found your size to be the reason for trouble in your dating life. Whether your own insecurity, or the hurtful words of others, or being looked over because of society’s standards of what a person (particularly women) should look like. I’ve seen some more body-positive fics recently (Such as this one I just read recently by @greatervanfleet ! ) and I think it’s so good and so important to write more plus-size representation into romantic stories. It can be so hard to think of ourselves as beautiful and worthy of being desired. If you find writing about a negative body image to be triggering, please don’t read this, but I’ve found that this type of fiction has really helped me to remember my desirability. HOWEVER, I don’t want anyone to think that the male gaze is what makes or breaks their beauty. You’re stunning exactly as you are, and you don’t need anyone else to prove that to you. As usual, this is all fiction and doesn’t reflect any of the real characters mentioned. 

Just a reminder that you’re all hot and I love you ;). I’m basing this Y/N character off someone my own size, I wear like a 20/22 (US sizing), 2/3X clothes. I’ve dated guys who were much smaller than me, and I’m trying to help normalize that in the fic world. This is not at all dissing thinner people, nor the writing of thin characters, because all bodies are good bodies and every size should be represented and loved. Okay, spiel over, enjoy!! This is gonna be Josh X Reader, bc I’m a twin girl at heart but if you like this and want to see a similar theme with the other guys, lmk! 

Also, this is a College AU I guess? 

WARNINGS: Negative self-image, insecurity about weight, mentions of unhealthy/disordered eating habits if you squint, use of the word “f*t” to describe a plus-size person (characters says about themself). 

Your alarm blared in your ear. Fuck, already? It felt like your head had just hit the pillow minutes before, but your alarm let you know otherwise. It was a Saturday, so normally you’d be sleeping in, but you’d agreed to go to the art museum with your high school friends since it was spring break. You hadn’t seen them since you’d all left for school the previous summer. You were nervous to see them, knowing that you’d put on the famous “freshman fifteen” with all the late nights of studying and junk food. You were already self conscious about your weight for the entire time you’d known them, and none of the boys had ever said or done anything to make you feel bad about yourself, but your own brain did enough to make you dread having to pick out an outfit you didn’t feel awful in. Especially since you’d harbored a crush for your best friend, Josh, since you’d known him. You knew it was silly to worry about it. He’d never see you that way, and you knew it. With one more heavy sigh, you picked yourself up and out of your bed and headed to shower. You didn’t let yourself look at your naked form for long before stepping into the shower and trying to forget your worries. He’d seen you in pictures on your social media, you tell yourself. He’ll already know that you gained more weight. You tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t even that noticeable, and that he wouldn’t care. You were already his fat friend. You scolded yourself for using that word to describe yourself silently as the water slid through your hair and down your body. He’d told you before that you were beautiful, but isn’t that what all nice friends tell each other? 

You shook the thoughts from your head and the water from your hair as you stepped out, thankful that the steam had fogged up your mirror enough to obscure your reflection. You swiped a small enough section of the condensation so you could see your face to finish your morning routine of brushing your teeth and hair, then putting on some light makeup. Next was the task of finding an outfit. It might’ve been spring, but Michigan was still chilly this time of year, so you landed on some jeans that hugged your curves nicely, and a sweater that hid the parts you didn’t want on display. You paired it with your favorite boots and jewelry before grabbing your purse and heading out to meet the boys at the Kiszka’s house. You’d always used their house as a home base, seeing as three of the five of your group already lived there. Throughout high school, you and Danny practically had too, with as much as you were there. You took the familiar and short trip to their house, pausing to collect yourself in the driveway. Why were you nervous? These were your favorite people in the world. They loved you, you reminded yourself. You didn’t have much time to get lost in thought before you saw Sammy stick his head out the front door and wave wildly at you. You couldn’t help the grin that plastered your face as you got out of your car and went up to the door to greet him. “Hey stranger” he said, pulling you into a hug. “Hi Sammy, it’s good to see you. Staying in trouble, I presume?” You asked with a laugh. “Ah, Y/N, you know me too well.” He said with a wink. “C‘mon, everyone else is getting breakfast and coffee in the kitchen.” Your stomach lurched a little at the thought of breakfast. You had of course eaten with the boys before, but time away from them had also taken some of your habitual comfort around them with it. You had hated eating in front of people since getting to college. Worried that all the new people would be judging on the amount you ate. If it was too much, because of your size, if it was too little bc they thought you were starving yourself. You figured you at least have some coffee. You let Sam lead you to the kitchen, even though you’d been there a million times. 

Walking in you were met with a blast from the past. The other boys were making coffee and talking and laughing, only looking up when they heard the two of you enter. You were greeted with a resounding “Y/N!!” As the boys all came to give you hugs. Danny was closest, pulling you into a bear hug and telling you he had missed you. Jake did the same, and then was Josh. You closed your eyes and breathed in the familiar scent of him, mixed with coffee. He held on tightly for an extra moment before pulling back to look you in the eyes. “Hi mama, it’s so good to see you, you look great.” 

You blushed at his compliment. “Thanks, Josh, so do all of you.” You said, turning to look at the other guys, hoping that breaking your eye contact with him would will away the redness in your cheeks. “Did you eat yet, Y/N?” Jake asked innocently. “We’ve got food and coffee”. 

You shifted a little nervously. “Oh I’m okay, I’ll take some coffee though.” Josh narrowed his eyes at you slightly “Are you sure? We’ve got your favorite kind of donut. Sam and Danny stopped by the shop this morning.” You chuckled nervously. “They got up early enough to do that? I’m impressed.” You tried to deflect the question with humor, but Josh saw through you. “Yes, I know, miracles aside, it’ll be a long day if you don’t eat, mama.” You internally sighed at the nickname and knew you couldn’t resist what he was asking of you. “Alright, just because you went through the trouble of getting it for me, thank you boys.” You reluctantly took the donut from Josh while he put together your coffee how you liked it. He handed you the mug when he was done and watched you take a bite of the donut. “That’s my girl,” he said quietly, smiling at you. You gave him a small smile back, but on the inside you were thinking of what other foods you’d have to cut out of your day to make up for indulging in that much sugar. You all sat in various places in the kitchen, eating and catching up on the months you’d spent apart. You told them about your classes and about people at school, they told you about the music they were working on and you made them promise to play for you when you got back from the museum. 

Once you’d all finished, you headed to the boys’ van and all piled in. Jake insisted on driving, but needed Danny to navigate for him, so you, Josh, and Sam piled into the back, with Josh in the middle and you and Sam on either side of him. You had made the rule with them a long time ago that you refused to take the middle seat, joking with them that they were much scrawnier and didn’t need as much room. They could tell it made you uncomfortable, so they never pushed the issue and always made sure you had an outer seat. Your shoulder still pressed into Josh’s and you wondered if he could feel the size difference between the two of you. How one of your arms was the size of two of his combined. You pushed the thoughts from your head as the guys started playing music loudly and singing along in their signature goofy way. You couldn’t help but join in with them. “So, Y/N, any boys at school that we need to fight off?” Sam asked, leaning past Josh to look at you. You scoffed at the question. “Oh Sammy, you know there aren’t.” You tried to sound lighthearted instead of pathetic, but you weren’t sure you pulled it off. “Oh come on, Y/N, I figured they’d all be falling over themselves for your attention by now.” You rolled your eyes at this. “I appreciate the flattery, Sam, but there are much prettier girls than me at school.” 

Josh had been quiet up to this point, but he broke his silence saying “I doubt that.” You looked at him, trying not to blush. You figured he was just trying to make you feel good too, but he seemed very serious. “I just think you guys have been looking at the same girls your whole life, and to be fair, there’s not much happening in Frankenmuth.” You laughed nervously, trying to pull the focus away from your appearance. “Y/N,” said Josh. “Don’t tell me that you’re smart enough to get into college, but you still don’t know how pretty you are.” 

You swallowed hard. “I don’t know, I guess I just don’t think of myself that way.” You refused to meet his eyes. Josh sensed your discomfort and decided to not press any further, instead deciding to hold one of your hands in both of his, rubbing his thumb against the backs of your knuckles. You had only spoken to Josh a small handful of times about your self-image. There had been times where your insecurity had become debilitating, to the point of you trying to find excuses to not see your friends or avoiding any activities that involved swimsuits or food or anything that triggered your self-doubt. He’d been there for you in those moments, always gently encouraging and reassuring you. After a while, he leaned closer to you, whispering, “I think those boys at school are so lucky that they get to see your beauty everyday.” You squeezed his hand, saying a small thank you. You weren’t going to let your body image ruin your day of fun with your boys. You’d done that too many times in the past and you rarely got to see them anymore. 

You brought the energy in the car back up by asking the boys about their music again, and they all lit up, fighting for dominance in the conversation to tell you about their different parts. You laughed and smiled along as they animatedly explained all the different songs to you that they were working on. Before long, you reached the museum. You all hopped out and went in to get your tickets. You found a map and busied yourself with figuring out where you wanted to go first when you looked up and realized that Jake, Sam, and Danny had already run off to explore, leaving you and Josh. “Well, so much for coming up with a planned route.” You giggled at Josh. “You know how they are.” He said with a laugh. “Well, Josh, what would you like to see first?” You asked him. “I know you’re a sucker for the classics, so I thought we could start there and then I really wanted to see that new statue garden they installed.” Your cheeks pinkened at his consideration for your tastes. “Sounds great.” You replied. The two of you made your way to the classical European painting section, pointing out your favorite pieces to each other, laughing at the ones that made no sense to you. It was easy being with him when you didn’t let your brain get in the way. You had to admit, as much as you’d missed the others, it was nice to have this time alone with him. You kept having to remind yourself that this wasn’t a date, but the way his eyes held just as much admiration when looking at you as they did when he looked at the art made it hard to remember. When you’d had your fill of that section, you decided to head out to the statue garden. It was absolutely stunning. There was a surprising amount of greenery, despite the Michigan temperatures and the statues were absolutely perfect. You and Josh stood side by side looking at a statue of a woman. She wasn’t real, you reminded yourself. She was sculpted out of stone, made to be perfect. You were made of flesh. Flesh was supposed to be soft and imperfect. “Why don’t you do the same pose as her? I’ll take your picture.” Josh offered with a smile. “Oh I don’t think so, she’s too perfect.” You said, tugging at the edge of your sweater. “Y/N, I think she should be the one that worried about being out done.” He said sweetly. “Josh, I’ll look huge next to her.” Your voice had gotten shaky and your eyes were threatening tears. His eyebrows knit together. “C’mere mama.” He grabbed your hand and sat you down next to him on the nearby bench. “What’s wrong, mama? I didn’t mean to upset you.” He looked at you with a worried expression. You used the sleeve of your sweater to wipe at your eyes. “I know, Josh, I’m sorry I’m being so high maintenance today. I just look at all these depictions of beautiful women and I look nothing like them. They’re all thin and perfect and I’m not.” His expression softened. “Y/N, you know those words aren’t synonymous, right? You’re so gorgeous. You don’t have to look exactly like them to be exactly as beautiful. I meant what I said earlier about those boys being lucky to see you everyday. You’re stunning.” You looked up at him through your watery lashes. “Do you really mean that? You don’t have to say stuff just to make me feel better.” He pulled your hands into his lap. “I mean it. We may be at the art museum, but I have yet to see anything more beautiful than you here.” You laughed bitterly at his words. “That can’t be true. I’m just me. And there’s too much of me. I feel so gross, Josh. I can’t stand seeing how much bigger I am than these girls and how big I am next to you. A picture would just further prove that. I just don’t wanna see it.” 

“Oh mama, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. That’s not at all how I see you. When I look at you, all I see is your radiant smile, your beautiful curves. I see my best friend and  I wouldn’t want there to be any less of you.” He said tenderly. 

“Thank you, Josh, but I just don’t think you understand. Girls like me don’t get the guy, they don’t get the happily-ever-after that thin girls do. They aren’t noticed, or loved, or wanted. We get to be funny, we get to be used for our boobs and our ass, then we get told that we’re not good enough to be anything more than that. Being a muse is a skinny girl’s job.” You were crying by this point. Josh leaned forward and wiped a tear from your face. “Y/N, it breaks my heart that you think about yourself like that. I’m an idiot for not doing enough to make you think differently.” He said. You looked at him and smiled weakly. “It’s not your responsibility, Josh. You’re a great friend. You’ve never made me feel like that, it’s just my stupid brain and society’s stupid ideas about what I should or shouldn’t be.” He nodded before saying “Would you believe me if I told you that you are noticed, loved, and wanted?” You laughed. “Not really. Despite what you and Sammy think, there are exactly zero guys that have been begging for my attention.” Josh smiled at you. “Well, I haven’t begged yet, but if that’s what it takes, I’m willing to go there.” You were taken aback by his words. “Yes, Josh, I know you and the guys love me, but not like that. You guys are my friends, you’re like obligated to say this stuff.” He shook his head and said “Y/N, I’m telling you that I love you like that. I have for a long time. I was just too stupid to tell you. You’re the only girl I’ve had eyes for since I met you. I’m sorry that you’ve believed all this time that I couldn’t want you because of your weight. A number on a scale or a stretch mark or whatever it is that makes you think you’re unlovable doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. Because it’s never stopped me. I love you, Y/N. I want you.” Your eyes were completely wide, your breathing shaky. “Really?” You asked, still not believing your ears. “You really mean all that? You’re not saying it just to save my feelings?” He laughed at your disbelief. “Yes, mama, I thought the part about me confessing my feelings for you for years and saying I wanted you was fairly clear, but like I said, I’ll beg if I have to.” He said, holding your hands more tightly. “I’m sorry, my brain is just saying that it isn’t possible for you to possibly feel that way about me.” He tilted his head slightly “What’s so impossible is that you don’t see yourself the way I see you. I thought you always knew you were too good for me.” You laughed out loud at his words. “Too good for you? Never.” You said with a smile before continuing “I love you too, Josh.” He leaned forward and wiped another tear from your face before softly touching his lips to yours. You both sighed against each other’s mouths before you shyly pulled away. “Does that help make it feel more real?” He asked with a grin. “Yes and simultaneously no.” You laughed. “Ah, well I guess, if it’s okay with you, I’ll just have to keep doing it until you’re convinced.” He said with a shrug. You laughed and replied. “Mmm, I don’t know, I can be pretty stubborn.” He pulled you in again for a another kiss, this one a little longer. He pulled away, but held your face close to his saying “You’re seriously so gorgeous, Y/N. I’ll prove it to everyday as long as you’ll let me.” You kissed the tip of his nose and said “I think I might just let you.” He then pulled you into a hug, rubbing circles into your back. “Thank you, Josh. You’re definitely the one that’s too good for me. Thank you for being so patient with me.” He nodded into your shoulder. “You deserve it, love. I’m sorry I didn’t start sooner.” You pulled back to look at him. “You still wanna take that picture?” His eyes lit up. “You want to? You really don’t have to if it’ll make you uncomfortable, I just think you look like a Greek Goddess walking next to me.” He said sheepishly. You giggled at his words.”Okay, Adonis, come take this picture before I change my mind.” You stood up and fixed your sweater and wiped your eyes before going and mimicking the pose of the statue. And for once, you didn’t worry about sucking in your stomach, or worrying whether or not your double chin was visible. You knew that Josh would look at you like you were sculpted by the gods themselves anyway.

#j.m.k. x reader