No thoughts, head full of Roman doing things in the Imagination and I just love putting Roman with Unicorns. This is meant to be the same unicorn as the other one but when he first meets her. Note the picture is less detailed cause my finger is numbed from pressing too hard when I was doing coloured pencil things earlier in the week. @_@
Close up:
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sometimes I wonder if sam raimi gave franco any stage direction or just said “harry is irrevocably in love with peter”
Omg!! It's soo amazing!! I LOVE it!!
ohmtoonz fic - ballet dancer!Luke, exotic dancer!Ryan warnings: cursing, bad descriptions of dances, exotic dancer/stripper lifestyle, mentions of lap dances, heated make out scene, hinted smut (not written), anything else along the lines of which. 8496 words @deadlyplushie / @plushiewrites
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The café was always busiest on Sundays. Couples going for coffee dates, Mom’s bringing their kids out for iced chocolates, college students escaping their apartments and study schedules. Ryan adored the place. It was simple, sweet and filled with good vibes. He didn’t care how busy it was, there was never a time where it felt claustrophobic or uncomfortable. Tables and booths were filled with locals, yet no one felt out of place or too crowded.
That’s how it worked.
“Luke!” The familiar barista called out a familiar name. Ryan’s roommate, Craig, had worked at the café for all four years they’d been living together. They earnt money from very different professions but got along all the same.
The familiar name belonged to a man Ryan didn’t exactly know but one he definitely wanted to know. He was someone the brunette had been aware of for over a month on his café visits. The man sipping a black coffee, either on his phone or just staring out a window. Ryan had to remind himself not to outright stare every time he was in the same building.
The man was Godly. He was probably the most attractive guy Ryan had set his eyes on, and everything he did was undeniably hot. Ryan spent his coffee runs ignoring Craig’s suggestive looks and trying to seem busy on his phone, instead of staring at Luke.
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Okay but like, sorry for the lack of resolution and all the blurry pixels but like….why the title card on Netflix gotta put Steve’s absolute cake on display like that
my word
MCU Pete: I think my favourite colour is red and like a dark green
Raimi Pete: can you be more specific? For example, I really like a scarlet or burgundy red.
MCU Pete: oh!! You mean like uhmm, a bright red and a forest-ish-pinetree-ish green-
Amazing Pete: -I like the blood red that spills from my slain enemies...
MCU Pete: ...
Raimi Pete: ...
Amazing Pete: oh! And blue! :D
Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:
Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.
You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.
When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.
A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)
Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)
The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.
Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.
Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.
There is no escape from the dannopocalypse.
Dude (gender neutral “dude”, as always)
Dash and Danny being cursed with the whole “sharing pain” thing, and Danny’s almost always in pain so Dash stops bullying him because what the hell is going on? Why is he getting attacked like this practically every day? Danny having a very high pain tolerance, higher than Dash’s, and Dash is like “How???”
Get his ass, Billy.