I would just like to introduce you to my prized possession, an airplane tie blanket I made like 6 years ago. This fabric is on one side and a plain gray is on the other, I promise it’s more blue than black like there is terrible lightning in my room. The last picture (from the website) is a more accurate representation of the true colors.
I had bought the last couple yards of the fabric at JoAnn’s when I made this and have NEVER been able to find it since cause according to their website the fabric is discontinued 😭😭😭
BUT LOOK AT ALL THE AIRPLANES AND STARS AND THE COLORS!!! I love it so much I can’t even 💙💙💙
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It's a little past two AM when Wayne opens his lunchbox and finds himself unable to stop the smile that's creeping onto his face.
He's met with a note, in neat handwriting:
My dear Wayne,
I hope you're having a good day/night at work. I made you some extra healthy sandwiches because of that cough you were worried about – I hope you like fresh tomato and lettuce. (Please don't get mad at me for trying to make you eat vegetables on your bread.) I also hid some clementines in your bag.
I'll be thinking about you when I go to bed, and I can't wait to see you again in the morning.
Love,
S.
'Munson!'
He startles when he hears his own name and looks up to find his colleagues looking at him with various degrees of amusement.
'Who woulda thought?' John McMillan laughs while some of the younger guys let out wolf whistles. 'Wayne Munson got himself a lady?'
'We've been working here together for almost ten years and I don't think I ever saw you smile before,' Bernie adds. 'So she wrote you a love letter to go with your sandwiches, huh?'
Wayne rubs a hand over his beard, trying to hide his inclination to hide away from all those eyes staring at him like he's something funny. He has never liked being the center of attention.
'Don't act like y'all know somethin' you don't,' he grumbles.
'Who is she?' asks Logan. 'Can't be someone from the trailer park, you never were interested in any of 'em. Found yourself a more classy one? Someone from Loch Nora who gets the hots for a working man?'
Wayne suppresses the urge to roll his eyes at him.
'You got it all wrong, boys,' he says, hoping they'll back off soon.
'Do we, now?' With a taunting smile, John McMillan plucks the note out of Wayne's hands, and starts reading it out loud to his little audience in a high-pitched, faux dramatic voice.
Wayne isn't ashamed, and he knows the teasing is mostly meant in good fun, but he feels an overwhelming relief about the fact that Scott had been smart enough to not sign the note with his full name.
'S, look at that!' McMillan exclaims triumphantly, putting the note back into Wayne's lunchbox. 'So he got a mystery lady... Guys, who do we know with names starting with an S? Any girlfriends or wives we should get worried 'bout cheating?'
There's laughter, some guesses thrown around by people thinking they're funny, but Wayne mostly lets it glide off him, the same way he'd endure their comments about Eddie back in March. Granted, this teasing is much less mean-spirited than the so-called banter back then, but he still doesn't like to get involved. The less these men know about him, the better; that's a lesson he learned a long time ago. So he eats his bread – and even a clementine – while he lets them guess and pretends to laugh with them.
When the break is over and they get up to go back to their job, Bernie matches his pace to Wayne's.
'Look, you know we've been teasing you, but we're happy for ya, man, you know that, right?' he says.
Wayne pats him on his shoulder. Bernie is a good guy. He was one of the few men around here who actually seemed concerned about Eddie when all that shit went down. As far as Wayne knows, he never chose a side back then, never came for his nephew like those guys like Logan or John McMillan, with their big mouths and narrow minds.
'All good, Bernie, thanks,' he says.
'Does she make you happy?'
The question catches him by surprise; it prompts his lips to curve into the second unexpected smile of that day.
He thinks about the way Scott looked at him before they said goodbye this evening. He thinks about the sparkle in Scott's eyes whenever he talks about his students. He thinks about the way his hands held Wayne all through the night they spent together last weekend. He thinks about his neat mustache, his soft sweater vests, his long fingers cradled around one of Wayne's mugs. He pictures the private smile that must've surely been on Scott's face, a smile nobody saw, when he filled Wayne's lunchbox with fresh veggies and a surprise note.
'Very,' he tells Bernie, before slowing down his steps to be left alone with his thoughts about the man who will be waiting for him in bed after his shift, asleep and with his hair a mess, but waking up for a second to kiss Wayne's lips like he always does.
There is nothing that makes him happier than that one hour they get to share in bed together before Scott's alarm goes off in the morning.
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your blood, what matter is it made of?
alt version + details and symbolism explanations under the cut
these were for uni homework, and this version is the one i ended up going with! the first one is digital, and the second one is traditional - i was up until an ungodly hour trying to finish painting the red background in time for the deadline. i prefer the first version, but i still think this one is rad tbh. i got 100/100 points on it! drawing astarion was the most time consuming part, but also the most rewarding TvT
the morning glories are there due to their association with rebirth and light after darkness! cazador's rules are made from splicing together words/passages from a kjv bible from the internet archive. the hands are actually from my first and also current playthrough!
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Sleeping with Eddie Headcanons
Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader
Warnings: none
Masterlist
He's the kind of person that would kick you off the bed if you touched him with freezing-cold feet or hands.
Moves a lot when he's sleeping, has made you fall off the bed in several ocasions and he himself has fallen off the bed too many times. He's so used to it that he's able to fall asleep on the floor by now.
Biggest blanket hog ever, he steals your blanket through the night, even if its spring or in warm nights.
Will then complain like a baby because ha got all hot and sweaty thanks to that.
It's usual to wake up to an empty spot next to you because he wakes up at random times of the night because according to him, he has a fantastic idea for one of his campaigns
You have to check on him to see if he has slept because he tends to forget.
Likes to massage your back, will leave kisses all over your back and also some kisses on your neck too.
He also likes to sleep on your chest
If he can't sleep he will look at you while you sleep, will end up tracing your face with his finger and when he grows tired of it he will poke your eye so you wake up and talk to him.
He would tell you about his dreams in the morning, most are pretty weird and make no sense but you're always involved in some way or another in his dreams
If you turn around he will spoon you. He insists on being the big spoon but he also enjoys being the little spoon.
Would offer you his Hellfire shirt to sleep in or any other oversized shirt that he has so that you're comfortable
He has a lot of nightmares, sometimes he wakes up shaking or screaming, that wakes you up too and you will try to comfort him
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Pizza
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