I Realized Something About Majority Of My Ships...

A concept

Brian wanting to paint something awesome for noah and asking jude for help because let’s be honest the boy can’t even draw a straight line. And Jude gets so excited !!!! She gathers pamphlets and art books and tries to teach him a billion techniques he can’t even begin to comprehend and he’s just! so! lost! He spends a week working on 5 different sketches and “ohmygod jude they’re terrible, i’m terrible, i don’t know how you two do it, i should have sticked to sports. Do you think he’d like a signed ball??? Or maybe a telescope??” Oscar just laughs because god damn of course picasso would fall in love with a guy who can’t tell the difference between the color yellow and the color mustard. In the end, he ends up giving Noah a simple pencil drawing of him and noah star gazing with smudges all over bc he’s left handed and the struggle is real. he writes a tiny ‘i love you’ in the corner of the paper with a smiley face bc he’s a fucking dork like that and he’s so embarrased when he gives it to Noah like srsly he can’t even look at him. But even though it’s kinda terrible and it looks like it was done by a 9-year-old in sweetwine standards, Noah absolutely loves it. And late at night he stares at it and tries to hold back tears because jesus he has spent so much of his time drawing and painting the world and the people around him and no one besides his sister had ever taken the time to draw something JUST FOR HIM. and of course he spends the rest of the week grinning ,feeling like he’s walking on clouds and god he’s honestly considering having it framed????? and he’s so so glad he isn’t a horse because he loves that rock-collecting baseball-playing boy so damn much and he doesn’t know where he would be without him.

types of people

moon - candid photos. listening to songs under a blanket. scented candles. the glow of city lights past midnight. picking a wildflower for yourself.

flower - blushing from smiling too much. a bouquet of roses from a lover. a wish on a fallen eyelash. love letters. giving your whole heart to someone. birds singing in the morning.

song - blowing a kiss to the stars. potted plants and stacks of filled notebooks. old magazines. walking down a street in paris. sketching a stranger on the train. silhouettes at 5pm.

sunset - messy scribbles on polaroids. memories tinted with gold. 80s music. a road trip with your best friends. cold soda in the dappled shade. a shell from a beach five summers ago.

cloud - a million daydreams. the comforting scent of old books. fresh sheets after a bath. fairy lights and fluffy cushions. cookies and milk. laughing with someone and being unable to stop.

mist - watching a small raindrop roll down the window. putting on earphones in a bus. staring at the ceiling and thinking about nothing. music from a time you’d rather forget.

-We need the people in these two seats right here to make out. -What do they look like?

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LET NOTHING YOU DISMAY, by montparnasse

Rating: Mature Word Count: 18,993 Era: Post-Hogwarts

Summary: There are a few things Sirius really didn’t count on for Christmas of 1979. The extreme sexual confusion is one of them; Remus Lupin is approximately seventy-eight of the rest.

Comments: So sweet and fluffy. I love the sexually confused, but also pining, Sirius. And I swear I would read the iTunes terms and conditions if montparnasse wrote it; their writing is so beautiful and warm. You can feel Sirius’ longing and love, and it’s just so wonderful. 

Candy Jar (2018)

types of note takers

a: spend more time picking which pen and washi tape to use than actually taking notes. their notebook is a giant rainbow explosion.

b: simple. one pen, one notebook, maybe a highlighter if they’re feeling fancy.

c: takes notes on their laptop. organized, minimalist, timely. they have two windows open at all times: homework and tumblr.

d: doesn’t take many notes because they zone out for half of each class and is on their phone for the rest.

e: audio records the classes as well as taking notes by hand. later re-writes notes and types them *just in case* they lose their notebook. they never do.

f: never actually shows up to class, and if they do, they somehow forgot to bring a pen and paper.

g: you never see them taking any notes, instead they are always eating chipotle or mcdonalds in class. yet somehow they have the highest grade in the class.

Person A: I can't take this anymore. Please take me out.

Person B: In the date kind of way or in the assassination kind of way?

Person A: Surprise me.