He thinks, briefly, about coloring them in. About going through each page, carefully shading and giving breath to the hollow strokes of his pencils. He’d always been better at that, too. Knowing where to add a dark curve to sharpen a jawline, feeling out the bends of light and the depth of a smile had always been easier than summoning shapes from his mind onto the page. But bright, happy, colored pencils seem to sit heavier in his hand, and the effort of finding the right color and knowing where to put it is unbearably exhausting. So his sketches are forgotten and stowed away, webbed lines doomed to hold only blank canvas between them.
That is, until they’re not. Because, he had stowed them away, high and dark in the corner of his closet, almost-hidden in his almost-guilt. But here they were again, sitting on the kitchen counter. Splayed open and…
alive. Colored in. Harshly, jaggedly, nothing like he would’ve done in the past, but still. Colors, reaching out and screaming for attention while his lines had only asked for averted eyes.
L: hey light u ok u look kinda f
light (glowing red eyes): Im Good >:). Im Perfectly Fine. >:)
L: like are you totally sure because you’re a little bit p
light (sharp teeth and dramatic lighting): Im Great. >:) Im Doing Fantastic. >:)
WHEN DID TUMBLR GET A CAMERA WITH FILTERS WHAT THE HELL HAVE I BEEN BLIND?!?
Avengers (V1) #263 by Roger Stern and John Buscema
hngbhrg boys good hold their hands like theyre a cool rock u found on the ground
gay culture is being gay
Closed Starter for @symbol-of-terror
Shou glanced around the unfamiliar street, trying to figure out how to get back to the hotel where she and her sister were supposed to meet the target. Another rival of their boss was supposed to be infected with meningitis, and she had to get back before it killed her, which it likely would if she didn’t get there within a few hours. She knew she could save herself if it got too close, she had the mouse with her, still in its small cage. Already, Shou was shivering and had a high fever. She’d had it before, she’d have it again, but she still didn’t like it at all.
Still lost, Shou looked around, hoping someone would give her directions without taking her to a hospital. Her sister normally didn’t leave her side, but… Something had come up, something that a girl who was sick couldn’t handle. Why Shou had decided running to a convenience store was a good idea, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to die, but she didn’t want to have to infect the mouse and call the mission a failure. Their ‘family’ wouldn’t take that well.
I finished IANOWT