— Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2
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Thanks so much for 5k Followers, and the patience of those who have stuck around while I experiment with my art time and time again. I’m always trying to get better, and love sharing that joy with all of you!
I’m gonna do an art giveaway — I’ll be giving away:
5 followers will receive - Rough-render colored portrait - what I call my color studies, my quick paintings, if you follow me you know what I mean. $60+ value.
2 followers will receive — Full-rendered portrait, full body, with background. $100+ value.
To enter: must be following me on tumblr, @s-mscott and reblog this post before June 1st, 2021 — names will be drawn at random on that day.
ADDITIONALLY:
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some things i’ve been looking at online recently
how to be critical of the things you love
does your daughter know it’s okay to be angry?
tell the people you love that you love them
what football will look like in the future
laura palmer graduates by amy woolard
the raincoat by ada limón
on the violent language of the refugee crisis by christina sharpe
the yellow wallpaper by charlotte perkins gilman
an impromptu therapy session with jenny slate
gathered by plants: some decolonial love letters
wanna put my tender heart in a blender
small kindnesses by danusha laméris
i’m on my death bed so i’m coming clean by mj pack
we lived happily during the war by ilya kaminsky
- six years after they met, batman called for superman’s help for the first time, when he realized he couldn’t save a child from a fire
- dick grayson, age 8, called for superman to save batman from a death trap
- dick grayson, age 9, called superman to open a jam jar (strawberry)
- alfred, age lots, called superman to save batman from a death trap
- dick grayson, age 11, called superman to open a jam jar (grape)
- bruce wayne called superman to comfort dick grayson, who had just been fired as robin
- ace the bathound barked for superman to save batman from a death trap
- bruce wayne called superman to ask why, precisely, dick grayson was now superhero-ing under a kryptonian name
- jason todd called superman to save batman from a death trap
- batman called superman to save jason todd from a death trap. superman was in a different solar system. he didn’t hear his name.
- barbara gordon called superman to help subdue supergirl, who was mind-controlled at the time
- dick grayson, age 19, called superman to open a jam jar (raspberry)
- tim drake called superman to save batman from a death trap
- stephanie brown called superman to see if she could
- tim drake called superman to tell superboy to take his earbuds out
- batman called superman because the batplane had just exploded at 17,000 feet, and he can’t fly, at all
- jason todd called superman to save batman from a death trap that he had himself set up
- dick grayson, age 24, called superman to open a jam jar (fig)
- dick grayson called superman to ask him why he hadn’t saved his father
- damian wayne called superman to save batman (dick grayson) from a death trap
- cassandra cain called superman so he could interpret her signs for a particularly skeevy alleyway ruffian. he refused to interpret some of the signs.
- batman called superman to tell him to get lois some damn flowers already so she would stop texting him
- a failsafe device made by barbara gordon and tim drake automatically called superman to save batman from a death trap
- duke thomas called superman because he was dared to and he didn’t think it would work (it did)
- dick grayson, age 26, called superman to open a jam jar (apricot)
- damian wayne called superman to tell superboy (jon kent) to take his earbuds out
- selina kyle called superman to save a kitten from a tree
- dick grayson, age 28, called superman to save batman from a jam jar (giant, acid-filled)
rick writing jason and nico
Jason looked at Leo, his boyfriend was laying on the bed, a white towel around his hips, his hair drooping water, limbs extended on the mattress.
"Leo, you are drenching the bed."
"Shut up, corazón."
"Dress, the date is tonight."
"The boy is head over heels for you, and I'm charming enough to make him fall for me."
Jason sighed, seeing Leo putting his clothes, not too elegant, but not casual; the blond boy combed his hair, judging the image in the mirror.
He had been the boyfriend of Leo for years, since high school, and he loves him, with all his heart, but he felt in love with other people, Leo too, and now, they were enamored of the same boy.
Nico di Angelo was fascinating, handsome, dark hair, sweet brown eyes, light skin and freckles, soft lips, both, Leo and Jason, dying for kissing it, he was a sweet boy, silent but joyful, kind, smartass, creative and mysterious.
Jason felt hard for him, the first time he saw him, helping a stray kitten during a storm, talking sweetly, running with the cat to a dry place.
Leo started to see Nico with rose-tinted glasses slowly, when Jason began to hang out with the Italian boy, at first he was distant, but the time passed and he met the real di Angelo, sweet and thoughtful.
Now they get a date, both of them, the same night.
"Do you think Nuco really likes me?"
Leo was stretching his t-shirt, his hands moving all around his body, curling his hair, tapping his tights, chewing the lower lip, jumping on his toes, anxious.
"He always sees you with heart in the eyes and loves to listen to you."
Kissing his cheek, Jason went off the room, grabbing their jackets, smiling at the choice of Leo.
"Go big or go home?"
"Nico said I look good on the jacket."
"You look good on everything."
Holding hands, they walked to Nico's house, smiling uncomfortably at Hazel.
"Your boyfriends are here." The girl shouted, sending a wink to the boys.
"Shut up Hazel," Nico walked outside, his cheeks blushing "Or I won't cover you the next time you sneak out."
The door closed hard, Nico was seeing the pavement, his hands behind his back.
"Hi," muttered, "Sorry for Hazel, I know we're not in a relation…"
"Yet" interrupt Leo "We're not official yet"
Jason extended his hand, smiling when Nico hold it, the young boy holding Leo's with his other hand, the three of them walking, sharing about their day.
Shortly they were in a restaurant, Italy's flags hanging off the ceiling, pictures of Venetia in the walls.
"This is an Italian restaurant?"
"A Venetian," corrected Leo "good food, nice music, charming people, and the talk Venetian."
The smile of Nico made the boys happy, Leo winking at Jason.
"Told you, he loves it."
"Thanks."
Promptly they ordered, Nico talked about Venice, describing his favorite places, sharing stories about his life, his voice full of nostalgia.
"Sorry," mumbled Nico, when they were walking to his home "I talked a lot."
"I love it when you talk about the things you like," said Jason, a soft smile on his lips.
"You don't have to say sorry." added Leo "If you're happy talking about your hometown, we're happy listening."
Blushing, Nico pulled Leo, holding the boy's face, kissing him fast and soft, hugging him, hiding his head on the crock of the neck, giggling.
"Jay Jay is jealous," muttered Leo on Nico's ear, kissing his cheek.
Nico turned, hugging Jason by the hips, letting the blond kiss his lips, a sweet pressure, the hands stroking the hair of Nico.
"We like you, a lot."
Leo hugged the hips of Nico, kissing the scruff, Jason was leaving butterfly kisses on his face.
"Me too."
When Jason woke up on a school bus, not memories, a handsome boy playing with his hair saying he was his boyfriend, a pretty girl looking at the window, declaring herself as his best friend.
Then things got weird, their schoolmate was a cloud, trying to kill them, the coach was a satyr, he could fly.
When the angry blonde girl carried them in a chariot, he was lost, Piper and Leo were looking at him, the boy holding his hand, warm.
Then Jun… no Hera, sending them on a mission, Leo over a mechanic dragon, looking really hot, they traveling to save the goddess.
And now, mid-January, Leo and him were sitting near Hestia's fire, having a date, Jason playing with the fog, making figures, Leo jiggling.
Focus on each other, they didn't notice the shadows blooming in front of them, a boy stepping out, falling on his knees, wheezing, rolling to his side.
"Are you okay, kid?"
The boy growled, raising his head, an angel face looking at them, raven hair, pale skin, big and dark eyes, full rosy lips.
"I'm not a kid." Said the boy, with an adorable Italian accent.
Raising on his feet, the boy kept sending bad looks at them.
"I'm sorry, " said Jason "I'm…"
"I know you're the roman boy, and the both of you saved Hera."
His tone was bitter like he didn't like Hera.
"If you talk that angry about a goddess things won't go well."
"She didn't care about me being sealed to the Titan army."
"She tried to kill me when I was a toddler, we're on the same boat." Leo winked, patting the bench at his side "Come her, least talk about annoying gods."
"I'm Nico, by the way"
Christopher Robin (2018) dir. Marc Forster
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