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But, current wifi and social media complications aside,
them ❤
I tried to color it a bit differently and do the background myself this time! 🐱♠️💫♥️ weeeeeee
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE COOLEST PPL IK, @starxapple!!!
this is one of her ocs, amalthea,a blessed gal
i drew her a bit out of character lol but SHE A SASSY ONE
lov u strapps!!!!! <333
I have scrolled past this once already today, but this time I read the caption.
Cars I've drawn
AWWWWWW LORD THANK YOU, I LOVE IT!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🗣‼‼‼
@neptunestoast
U KOOL HANDSOME PREBBY BEING!!!1+1
HE'S SO STUPID I LOVE HIM BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY I LOVE YOU VIVI
rambling under cut:3
OH. MY. GOD. THIS WAS SO PERFECT I'M SOBBING. I've only flown once and it was to California but if this happened to me irl I would breakdown sobbing. UGH VIVI YOU ARE SO GOOD AT WRITING.
Leon talking about reader is so perfect I'm losing my shit rn
"Newton is to apple as Kennedy is to coffee." YOU FUCKING GENIUS THAT WAS SUCH AMAZING SYNTAX (is that the word? I have no idea..) I'M JUST LIKE ?? UGH VIVI I HAVE SUCH A BIG CRUSH ON YOU THAT WAS SO SMART I'M LIKE EIENEJIE
"And holy fucking shit the pretty girl is sitting right next to him" THATS SO SILLY 😭😭 VIVI I LOVE YOUR BRAIN SO MUCH
This was amazing 10/10 would read again
Left to his own devices during an international flight, Leon reflects on the most recent failure in his life: screwing over his airport crush. Said crush might also happen to be seated a couple rows ahead.
f / m, fluff, romance, you know the drill, bitches. leon is stupid and clumsy and crushing on you like crazy!! roman holiday mentioned bc i love gregory peck
word count: 957 // read on ao3
a/n: for my beautiful beautiful mutuals @idyllcy + @kennedysbaby <3 make sure to buckle up when you fly!! and don't take your shoes off on planes that's gross dudes
On long international flights, you’ve got three options to pass the time:
stuff your face.
watch outdated blockbusters.
sleep like the dead.
Leon, however, picks option D) relive the most embarrassing moments of his life while trying not to throw himself out of the nearest emergency exit. He’s such an efficient decision maker that he’s whittled his selection down to the most recent of these moments – exactly three hours ago.
Three hours ago at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, Leon was the biggest jackass to the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.
She’d been sitting pretty, smiling down at her phone like some sort of angel sent from the sky in the early morning rays, and Leon was half-awake, running late as always. Eyes shutting by themselves. Shitty airport coffee bombarding his taste buds. Five o’clock in the morning is the worst time to have Hunnigan yelling in his earpiece.
If Leon had decided to sit anywhere other than the closest spot, right behind that pretty girl, his brain wouldn’t have been torturing him for the past three hours. He groans at the memory, waving a hand dismissively at the flight attendant offering him an extra blanket.
Leon doesn’t deserve warm blankets right now. The Antarctic should freeze him over and karma should shut down his in-flight entertainment screen. He cranes his neck to find the back of the girl’s head for the the millionth time, and there she is, sandwiched between two burly strangers, beautiful head left pillowless because Leon stole that too along with her window seat.
How?
In Leon’s half-asleep daze, he’d taken a nice big stretch, reaching his arms skyward to smooth out last mission’s leftover muscle pulls. And in that same daze, he’d conveniently forgotten about the lukewarm cup of coffee he was still holding.
Newton is to apple as Kennedy is to coffee; he’d spilled every last drop down the back of the girl’s neck. Saturated her travel pillow right through. Her yelp had woken him up faster than any coffee in his life, and he’d whipped his head around to meet a pair of stunning eyes, wide open in shock that was entirely his fault.
And he didn’t even apologize!
No, what Leon did was stare at her like a blithering idiot.
Her boarding pass had happened to be tucked in her back pocket and coffee had spilled all over that too. It was made of some sort of eco-friendly paper, the kind that promises to disintegrate within seconds of contact with water to not choke the turtles or whatever, and that’s exactly what it did. Going, going, gone in front of his eyes. And to top it all off, Leon’s boarding group got called at that exact minute, and he’d left the poor girl to sort out her seat without so much as offering to help.
“Sir?” the flight attendant repeats.
Leon blinks, busy swimming in guilty reverie. “I said don’t need a blanket.”
“No sir, I’m actually coming here with a seat change request,” she says, louder this time. “Would you mind someone taking the empty spot next to you?”
Well, it’s not like he needs the aisle seat for his feet or something.
“Yeah, sure thing.”
And he closes his eyes to return to his pity party, hears shuffling in the dimly-lit cabin as the seat next to him dips, and you know what? It is kind of cold. He could use that extra blanket. Leon cracks open an eye and holy fucking shit the pretty girl is sitting right next to him.
“It’s you,” he stammers, sitting ramrod straight. “I am so incredibly sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to run off like that at all.”
She faces him. Recognizes him. “O-Oh, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I still made the flight, right?”
He shakes his head. “You got stuck in late boarding. You got a bad seat because of me and- god, your pillow. I’ll buy you another one the moment we land, okay?”
But the pretty girl, you, you just laugh. “Really, it’s alright. It was a ratty old thing.”
“Then let me buy you a coffee,” Leon insists, searching for some kind of way to make up for his blunder, “it’ll be morning when we land and you couldn’t have gotten any sleep stuck between those guys in your old seat.”
Way to go. He’s just confessed to staring at you the whole flight like some kind of stalker.
“I’m more of a tea person, but you know what? I’ll take the offer.”
Tea. He likes tea. Leon breathes a sigh of relief as you settle in, buckling your belt and digging around for the in-flight entertainment remote. He hands it to you from under your seat, brushing his shoulder against your knee and suddenly feeling a lot less cold as heat floods his face.
You smile when he surfaces. “Found anything good to watch?”
“Mm, not much. Hope you like Roman Holiday,” Leon adds softly, “it’s the only movie with subtitles.”
“Can’t say I don’t. It’s one of my favorites.”
He’s going woozy. Is it the cabin pressure? Audrey Hepburn flashes across the screen in black and white, but he’s finding her beauty a lot less blinding than yours. You’re tilting your head at him, shit, is he staring again?
“Thank you, uh, gosh,” you chuckle, “I never caught your name.”
Phew.
“Leon,” he supplies with a grin. “And you are?”
You’re a liar, is what you are. A beautiful liar because he’s right – you haven’t gotten a wink of sleep since he ruined your pillow. Your head drops onto his shoulder not ten minutes into Roman Holiday, and Leon could swear Audrey winks at him before she drifts off to sleep too.
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More naga!nagito and his bf hajime!! A scene from another one of @draconicsparkle 's drabbles. This one! Read it. NOW!
I think I made nagitos back too small... I did try to fix it, but uhhhrggg. Still like the result tho
BANGER ALERT OMG💗💗💗
i made art. becaus ei wanted to. its ays 'the flwoers udnertand' because lirana flores song
Emmy in Tumblr User Styles
I've been wanting to do something like this for a long time, but after I've seen two posts from different people on a similar topic, my desire to do it has grown. I hope it turned out similar and you will be able to recognize yourself or a friend
I don’t think anyone can blame me for how long I put off this one.
Besides general art/anatomy improvements Weyere did get a bit of a redesign, I changed the placement/color of a couple stripes and added another eye to the back