#it annoys me to kinda post instagram collage

[nocek]

the fluffiest part of the movie and sure maybe Meows Morales wasn't there but I love him too much not to draw him :3

below the cut the whole spread page

[papers-from-a-ghost]

1

The bus has always been the same since the first i entered this school, at first grade thinking it'll be a fresh start from the lonely feelings i gained from kindergarten. The door latches open to the right of me, snapping me out of this reading trance i've picked up recently.

I usually have these soon-to-be blackouts in my memories when there are no thoughts, or anything of note to take, or give, at those specific moments. Other than the fact that i'm listening to the same indie-bands on repeat with headphones i've essentially attached to the deepest inner parts of my ears. I never move anywhere or anyhow without these earbuds; except for maybe showers. of course.

I hop down the doors with one mellow pink book in my right hand, and an opposing hand attempting to balance as my left. Walking, or atleast attempting to walk, down the cracked pavements at the front of my house.

Before moving any further through the entrance, i notice the christmas tree moved out to the left of me. That's honestly pretty early, atleast as a concept for these places. I check out the delivered packages nearby if anything i got arrived, there being nothing, and find myself gravitating towards the leftover giftboxes from the tree that moved.

Its kind of sad folding out the letters attached to these boxes to confirm that these are, yet again, prop boxes to look like real gifts that've been used for the 4th year in a row. There's a part of me that wishes i was as happy as i was then in seeing gift wrap to rip and uncover, but things are different now. All of that's kinda gone, i guess that's what age does.

or maybe what the world.-

"Oh! your back!"

my dad says as he walks out from the side hallway, still in his still-blue scrub suit.

"How was school?" he asks, as if he isn't about to retreat back to his clinic before hearing anything more than a minute and half of discussion.

"Pretty ok, nothing much happened. Everyone def knew about us going to Bali though."

"They did-??"

"Yes, but it wasn't all that bad."

For context, we arrived back home yesterday. If that wasn't evident now.

"How did they know?".

To be proven guilty, i did post pictures on my instagram because it was bound to be leaked by my sisters. Then again it could've not, so i'm still guilty of this before his rationalization. "Oh! maybe they saw the tags on facebook."

...Aha ..yes that's it.

I'd say internally, later reciprocating the same words a second later.

His voice soon fades as i ascend up the stairs to my room, with the mess i left from yesterday still sitting on my bed. This mess includes a complimentary half folded comforter, a horned biking helmet in fake leather, and a coincidental cat sleeping by my pillow; their head being rested by it too.

I approach and she scrambles to put her chin above my fingers. She may be lazy, and a bit smart and smug, but atleast she's comfy. I could also find comfort in the collage i've left on my bed when we did come back from Bali, but i'd rather not lay down and feel annoyed at the stated being felt by my feet; or legs; or pray to god not my ankles (half joking).

I'm not sure what to do knowing i've picked this practice up without much of an outline or end goal, but i do get a notification from someone familiar.

Zildjian started following you!

I haven't heard that name since middle school, and honestly i vaguely remember them with a square figure and complimentary square glasses.

or was that Zen?

No, Zildjian was the dude who knew karate and was somewhere in the first few grade years.

Anyways, it is beyond odd however that they started following me now of all times, just as we were getting back to school from christmas break. I mean i'm always open to seeing old or familiar friends, especially one that i haven't really heard from yet. I'll finish that thought once i stop drifiting to a sudden nap though.

[spookysweet-heart]

Sing To Me

Request: None, just thought it would be sweet if Luke’s song for his mother inspired the reader to write their own song to accompany it with the reader also being able to see the ghost boys.

Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms

Pairings: Luke x Psychic!Reader

Warnings: None!

A/N: This is my first time writing for the fandom so I hope you guys like it! I was inspired to write this when I was listening to my playlist and the song “Sing To Me” by With Confidence came on and it immediately made me think of Luke. You can find the link for the song by tapping the name above to hear it when it gets to that part with the lyrics of the story so you can follow along! The collage was made by me! Edited by @semiproeagle23​! Im also gonna tag @meangirlsx​ Thank you Sam you brought me into another fandom lmao

You and Julie just got to her place. Julie hands you her bag. “Can you take it with you to the studio? I’ll be there in a bit. I’m gonna make some food, do you want anything?”

“Just something to drink if that’s okay.” Swinging the strap of the bag onto your other shoulder, you smile at her. “I’ll let the boys know we’re here.”

Julie nods, smiling back as she makes her way into the house. You giggle a bit before heading to the studio. When you reach the door, you can hear the tapping of drumsticks on the table, accompanied by three voices humming and the sounds of someone playing notes on a bass. 

Poking your head in, you grin when you see the boys. “Hey, guys! We’re back!”

The three of them grin as they look up at you when you walk in. “Welcome back!”

Tossing the bags in the empty spot next to Reggie on the couch, you take a peek at what they’re working on. “Is that what you guys are going to perform at the festival next weekend?”

Reggie smiles excitedly when he looks up at you. “Yeah! We can play some of it for you, if you want.”

“Sure! I’d love to hear it!”

Alex looks around a little confused before he looks over at you. “Hey, where’s Julie?”

“Oh! She’s inside getting some food for herself.”

Standing up, the boys fix their sweaters. Luke picks up his notebook, looking over the lyrics once more. “We’re gonna go talk to her before we rehearse for you. There’s something that needs a little work.”

You smile at them and nod, leaning back into the couch and taking out your phone. “Alright! I’ll be here whenever you guys get back.”

As they disappear from the studio, you look through your phone and scroll through Instagram for a bit. When your feed automatically refreshes, you huff, a bit annoyed because you were about to like Julie’s new post. Putting your phone on the table, you look towards the piano and see a stray paper on the floor. 

“Someone must have dropped it…” Sighing to yourself as you get up, you don’t notice Alex coming back into the room. Kneeling on one knee, you pick up the paper and see its lyrics to a song called Unsaid Emily. 

Alex raises an eyebrow, feeling curious as to what you're looking at. Just as he's about to speak up, the rest of the group comes back in, startling you. Quickly, you fold the paper and stuff it in your back pocket, standing back up on your feet.

“Hey guys, welcome back!” You smile over at Julie, who’s putting a tray of snacks and your drink on the table.

Reggie raises an eyebrow and looks at Alex, who shrugs.”What were you doing on the floor there, (Y/n)?”

“Hm? Oh! I was just uh...looking for a quarter! Yeah, I was looking for a quarter, it fell out of my bag and rolled somewhere over here but it looks like I lost it.”

Luke and Julie shrug it off, believing you, but you knew Alex and Reggie didn’t with the way they were looking at you. 

Casually walking over to the tray, ignoring the boys’ stares, you pick up the glass of water, taking a drink from it. “Are you guys going to rehearse the new song?” 

Luke instantly turned very energetic when you asked. “Yes! Of course!”

“We worked out a few things he was unsure about before we came in here. Should’ve seen him when it finally clicked. It’s like you could see a literal light bulb turn on in his head.” Julie and you both laugh. You honestly think it’s cute when Luke gets so excited about any performance of any kind, especially if he’s been struggling on a part for a while.

Julie moves a chair over so you can take a seat while they set up. Taking the seat, you excitedly smile almost bouncing in place! You always get excited when the group performs, it’s like a burst of energy just runs through your body. 

As the song starts, you feel like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be, like you’re in your own little world. Though it seems like you can’t get those lyrics you read out of your head.  ‘First things first, we start the scene in reverse. All of the lines rehearsed disappeared from my mind. When things got loud, one of us running out….’ 

For a moment, your thoughts drifted till it formed something, not realizing you softly speaking to yourself. “We’re flying at the speed of sound. Two hands colliding faster now...and I just can’t believe it…”

Luke gives you a weird look when he realizes you're in your own little world. He recognizes that look and only hears what you said last. “What can’t you believe?”

Startled, you look up at him with wide eyes. “I- um I uh can’t….” Looking over at your phone, you grab it and look through it. “I can’t believe I have to go home! My dad’s getting on my case. I totally forgot it was my turn to help with dinner!”  Quickly picking up your bag, you start to head out of the studio. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Julie! You guys sound amazing! Can’t wait to hear the rest at the festival!”

The group watches you leave and then look at each other. 

Alex looks over at Julie, putting his drumsticks down beside him. “Are they okay?”

Julie only shrugged. “They forget things easily sometimes, so this isn’t anything to really worry about. They’re okay.”

“Oh okay. Hey do you mind if we rehearse again tomorrow?”

Julie raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Why? Do you have a date?”

Alex blushes, a small smile on his face appearing. “No, but I think Reggie and I need to work on something. You and Luke would be fine here by yourself, right?”

Reggie looks confused at his bandmate. “Wait, we do?”

Alex quickly glares at Reggie and nods towards the door. “Yes… we do. Remember? That thing we talked about?”

Reggie realizes what Alex is referring to and nods. “Right, that thing! Of course! Julie, you don’t mind do you?”

“Uh, I guess not, since we got some progress done today.”

Both smile at her and jump out of their seats. “Great! We’ll see you two later!” Without another word, they disappear to wherever they're off to.

Julie looks over at Luke, who is strumming his guitar. “Are those two being weirder than usual?”

Luke shakes his head, laughing to himself. “I don’t think they can be weirder than they already are.”

Reggie and Alex appear in front of your house just as you were reaching the front door.  Alex runs up to you, almost phasing through the door itself. “Heeeey, we need to talk.”

Taking a step back, you look up at Alex. “About?”

Reggie walks up the steps and stands next to Alex, leaning in a bit. “We saw you pick up the paper that was by the piano.”

“Wh-what paper?” Looking at the two boys, you feel a little uneasy.

“The paper you put in your pocket after everyone came in.” Alex points at you before he opens his palm, making a grabbing motion.

Sighing, you relax your shoulders. “Alright, alright. Just…go up to my room I’ll be right there.”

Smiling and feeling satisfied, they disappear. You hear them talking upstairs when you enter the house. “Dad? I’m home! Is mom still at work?”

Your dad pops his head in from around the corner from the living room and smiles at you. “Yeah, she should be out soon. You’re late to help with dinner though.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I forgot and I was over at Julie’s watching her rehearse and I lost track of time.”

Your dad puts his hand up, letting you know to stop talking. “It’s fine. Just text or call me next time. Go to your room and I'll call you down when your mom gets home.”

“Okay, I’ll try to remember next time…” Heading upstairs to your room, you hear Alex’s voice talking about something. Opening the door to your room, you see them hunched over your laptop, looking through your music playlist. “Having fun snooping through my things?”

They both jump to their feet, giving you apologetic smiles. “Sorry, we just wanted to see what you were listening to…”

“It’s fine, but next time, just ask. I can play it for you instead of you guys trying to read it.” Tossing your bag to the corner, you dig into your pocket and hand the folded-up paper to Reggie. “Do you know whose lyrics these are?”

Alex leans in, his cheek almost touching Reggie’s. “This is Luke’s writing, isn’t this what he wrote for his mom?” He whispers and glances at Reggie.

Nodding, he pulls away and looks over at you. “What were you planning on doing with this?”

“Uh, I-” You look down at your shoes and slowly look back at them. “I started reading it and I don't know...my mind drifted and I started to think of some lyrics in my head because I couldn’t get this out of my mind.”

“You thought about lyrics?” Alex raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Like a song of your own?”

“Yeah, like I started thinking of a song that can go along with this, and part of the lyrics just came to me when I was watching you perform today.” Nervously, you rub your arm. “You guys aren’t mad, are you?

“No! We aren’t, but now we kinda just have one question to ask you.” The boys have an excited smile on their faces as their eyes shine with passion.

“What’s the question?”

“Can we help with the song?”

All the nervousness you felt washes away almost instantly when they ask the question. The three of you end up working on the song for half the night and wake up early to get the finishing touches before you head off to school.

Alex and Reggie get back to Julie's studio, only to see an irritated Luke glaring at them.

“Hey, there, what’s wrong?” Alex tried to be a bit sympathetic so that maybe it would rub off on Luke.

“You guys said you’d be back soon, I got worried. I thought maybe something happened to you two.”

“Awww, he does care.” Reggie playfully ruffles Luke’s hair. “Don’t worry, we were with (Y/n) all night. We were working on stuff that we know you’d appreciate.”

“Me? Why me?” Luke looks at Alex and Reggie, confused.

“Just trust us! You’ll see when they get back from school.”

Catching up to Julie after her last class, you run to her almost out of breath. “Hey….oh my god that was a long hallway to run. I just… I just wanted to give you this.” Handing her the paper with Luke’s lyrics, you look at Julie apologetically. “I found this on the floor by the piano yesterday and I took it home with me. I wasn’t planning on doing anything with it but the lyrics kept repeating in my head and then it inspired me to write this.” Opening your notebook, you show her the song you, Alex, and Reggie worked on last night.

“Whoa…this is amazing, (Y/n).” Julie takes the notebook to read more of the lyrics. “You gotta sing this for Luke when we get back!”

“Wait, me? Are you sure?.... I was kinda thinking you could sing it.”

Julie shakes her head, smiling at you. “No way, you’re definitely singing this! C’mon, let’s go!” Taking your hand in hers, Julie starts to run with you following behind to her house.

The guys are startled when you two suddenly rush into the studio. Julie immediately grabs the mic stand, placing it in the middle of the room. She smiles reassuringly when she looks over at you. 

You look over at Alex and Reggie, nodding, signaling that you’re ready to do this. 

While you three get ready, Julie and Luke watch as you readjust the mic and make sure your guitar is still in tune.

“Um, this song actually goes out to you Luke. I want to apologize for taking something that was yours, but I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Because of that, I wrote this song overnight with these two. So I hope you like it.” Glancing over at the other two, you give them a smile as you three begin to play.

(Ba ba ba, ba ba bada da)

We're flying at the speed of sound

Two hands colliding faster now

And I just can't believe it

(Just can't believe it)

Everything that I needed

(Everything that I needed)

All things do surely fall back down

(Fall back down)

Fall back down

Fall back down

Sing to me, won't you Emily

Cause I know that time is on your mind

But time is just a construct

I can't wait to see all that's meant to be

And I know the doubt is close behind

But honestly, you're right where I wanna be

(Ba ba ba, ba ba bada da)

(Ba ba ba, ba ba bada da)

Lost and then slowly come undone

(Come undone)

Will you wilt underneath my sun

(Will you wilt underneath my)

Cause I just can't believe it

(Just can't believe it)

All these things that I'm seeing

(All these things that I'm seeing)

No, no, I'll give you everything I've got

(Everything I've got)

All I've got

Take everything if you want

Sing to me, won't you Emily

Cause I know that time is on your mind

But time is just a construct

I can't wait to see all that's meant to be

And I know the doubt is close behind

But honestly, you're right where I wanna be

(Ba ba ba, ba ba bada da)

(Ba ba ba, ba ba bada da)

I see the light get darker now

Don't breathe it in I'll push it out

(Don't breathe it in I'll push it out)

I see the light get darker now

(I see the light get darker now)

Don't breathe it in I'll push it out

(Don't breathe it in I'll push it out)

Sing to me, won't you Emily

Cause I know that time is on your mind

But time is just a construct

I can't wait to see all that's meant to be

And I know the doubt is close behind

But honestly, you're right where I want to be

The room is silent when you finish, but it isn’t an uncomfortable silence. Everyone’s eyes are on Luke. When you see him, you realize he’s crying. It takes everything in you to stop yourself from going up to him to give him a hug because you know you’ll just go right through him.

Luke stands up from his chair and makes his way to you, tears still flowing down his cheeks as he leans in. His head is just inches above your shoulder, and you can feel his cold breath by your ear when he whispers in a shaky voice, “Thank you so much, (Y/n).”

[imaginethe-dragons]

Graffiti: Chapter One (discontinued)

Summary: While visiting family in Kansas, you run into someone. The only thing the both of you have in common is your fascination of abandoned places. Also the fact that you are from the same city and live in the same city.

Word Count: 3.9k

“{y/n}, this is going to be fun. Besides you’re going back to California tomorrow. This will be our last adventure until who knows when,” your best friend, Georgia, exclaimed, trying to convince you to go to an abandoned building her and your other best friend, Zach, found while you had been in Cali.

“This looks really sketchy, Georgia. What if we get kidnapped?” you asked her, looking at pictures she showed you. Zach laughed at you, swinging an arm around you.

“{y/n/n}, we’ll be fine. We went to it and looked around. It’s really fun and there’s awesome graffiti. We can take spray paint out there and you can put something up. I know your sketchbook is full of ideas by now,” Zach told you, practically on his knees in attempt to get you to agree.

“Okay, we can go! We’ll explore for a few hours and then I have to come back and pack up,” You agreed. The two squealed in excitement as you threw certain spray paint colors in your bag as well as masks so you don’t inhale it.

“I’ll drive!” Georgia yelled, grabbing her keys. You quickly remembered your sketchbook and then made it to the car. You hopped in the passenger’s seat and started flipping through your sketchbook to decide on what you wanted to do.

“I think I’m going to do this,” you said, showing Zach the page.

“What is it?” Georgia asked the two of you.

“It’s an eye and above it is the Audrey Hepburn quote that says ‘The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.’” Zach described to her.

Soon, Georgia pulled into a run down and secluded parking lot. The only other car there was a red Toyota Corolla. You grabbed your bag and walked towards the building.

“There’s a whole empty wall along the back,” Zach told you, leading the way into the building. You looked and saw the blank wall, mind running with the possibilities of what to do. Zach and Georgia set up the folding chairs they had brought while they watched you. Amused smiles sat on their faces as you went through the colors of paint you brought. You decided on one and put on a mask before you began your work.

You spent several hours working on various pieces, but the larger of the nine was a Frida Kahlo mural that took up a large portion of the wall. You smiled, taking individual pictures of the pieces. You turned your head to look at Zach and Georgia and how they would react but they weren’t there.

“Guys?” You called out. Your voice echoed around the building. Quickly, you put everything back in your bag. “Zach? Georgia? Come on guys this isn’t funny!” You said loudly.

“Shh, do you hear that?” You heard a voice ask.

“Zach? Is that you?” You asked, getting rather annoyed. Your phone rang loudly, causing you to jump from the sudden fright.

“Hey, my mom texted me and said she needed me at home. Georgia brought me,” Zach quickly explained.

“You didn’t think that you should have told me? Zach, how am I going to get home? We drove for miles!” You yelled into the phone.

“I’m sorry, {y/n}! Like really sorry!” Zach exclaimed.

“It’s okay, I’ll try and figure out how I’m going to get home,” you said angrily, hanging up before he could respond. You managed your way back to where you were earlier, among your art.

“Seriously, Sam. I think someone’s hear. I heard a voice yelling, how could you not?” A male voice asked. You whipped around to see who it was, but before you could see anything, you were knocked to the ground.

“Huh, looks like you were right,” another guy said, shining a light on you.

“Who’re you guys?” You asked in an aggressive voice. The one with the light flicked it off. “Wait. Sam? Colby?” You asked, recognizing two boys who your roommate was best friends with.

“Do we know you?” Colby asked you. You have never officially been introduced, but you saw them once or twice at parties.

“I’m Brennen’s roommate, {y/n},” you answered, standing up.

“How come we haven’t met you?” Sam asked.

“Because I’m usually out of the apartment when you guys are over. You can call Brennen and ask him if you want,” you told them, dusting off your pants. They looked at each other and Sam walked away with his phone in hand.

“This graffiti is amazing isn’t it,” Colby asked you, examining the wall you had poured over for hours.

“It’s nice to know my work is appreciated,” you smirked, looking over each and every piece. Colby looked down at you, mouth wide open.

“No way, you did this?” He asked, a smile making its way onto his face. You nodded, a prideful gleam in your eyes.

“{y/n/n}! Don’t you have to be packing right about now!” You heard Brennen exclaim. He was on FaceTime with Sam.

“Yeah, well my friends kinda ditched me,” you answered.

“We can give you a lift,” Colby offered.

“I’ll see you tomorrow! I’ll pick you up from LAX,” Brennen exclaimed to you from the phone.

“K, I’ll text you when I land,” you smiled at the phone.

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” Sam asked and you nodded.

“Have to be at the airport at four in the morning,” you grumbled as you all made your way back to Colby’s car. It turns out he was the owner of the Corolla you had seen earlier.

“So do we,” Colby said, opening the passenger seat up for you. You muttered a thank you as you got in. He shut the door and walked around the car to get into his seat. You went on your phone and made the pictures of your art into a collage to post on your Instagram.

“So, where exactly am I taking you?” Colby asked, getting onto the interstate.

“Her parents live in my neighborhood,” Sam answered. You looked at him, a brow raised. “Brennen told us where you’re from and he mentioned the neighborhood name,” he explained quickly, trying not to freak you out. You nodded slowly, and faced forward in your seat.

As the time passed, you simply watched the greenery fly by. Once you were in your neighborhood, you started giving Colby directions to your house. He pulled into the driveway and you got out of the car.

“Thank you so much for the ride, hopefully I’ll see you guys soon,” you said, shutting the door. You immediately walked inside where your family was waiting for you.

“{y/n}, honey! Where have you been?” Your mom asked, looking you over, making sure you weren’t hurt.

“Zach, Georgia, and I went to this abandoned warehouse and they left me, but thankfully friends of a friend were there and gave me a lift,” you answered, pushing past her and into your room. Your black suitcase decorated with spray paint sat in the corner, but you heaved it up onto your bed.

“When are you gonna visit again, Sissy?” Your younger brother, Alex, asked. Alex was seventeen, a senior in high school. He wanted to go to UCLA with you, but your parents convinced him to play baseball at some college in Florida. He flopped onto the bed, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know, Bub. May not be for a while, because I’ve been saving for this trip since I moved,” you explained to him. He frowned as you threw clothes into your suitcase neatly.

“Can you just move back to Kansas?” He whined. You smiled sadly at him.

“I’m out there living my dream, Bub. I’m going for my Master’s degree ing graphic design. I’ll be home for Christmas,” you told him, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

“Hey, sis! Mom needs you in the kitchen!” Your older brother, Xavier, shouted, even though he was already in your room. Xavier was twenty-two and was playing football for Penn State. He was in a doctorate program for a psychology degree.

“Keep your voice down!” Alex shouted back.

“Both of you shut up!” You laughed, though you used a proper inside voice. You walked to the kitchen and your mom wasn’t there. You walked back to your room and saw your brothers and your mom packing your suitcase for you.

“Mom wanted me in the kitchen, huh?” You chuckled.

“I wanted you to be able to rest because you’re going to be a little jet lagged when you go back,” your mom said, rubbing your arm.

“It’s getting late, {y/m/n},” your dad said, yawning from your doorway.

“I’m coming, honey,” she said, kissing your hair. She left you with your brothers.

“Are you actually going to rest?” Alex asked and you laughed, setting your packed suitcase by your door.

“No, so how much chaos are we gonna cause?” You smirked.

Between us, waking up at two in the morning puts you in the worst mood. You usually spend your days sleeping past lunchtime and not going to bed well after the witching hour is over. Throughout high school your friends and your parents always told you that you should never take any classes earlier than two o’clock in the afternoon. Thankfully, all of your classes required were after two.

If you have to wake up this early, you need gallons of coffee to be able to be not a snippy lunatic. Your parents were happy to provide you three cups on the way to the airport.

“This is as far as we can go,” your mom said, eyes brimming with tears.

“If you start crying, I’m going to start crying,” you laughed, giving her a bone crushing hug. You clutched your backpack straps, having already checked your suitcase.

“Bye, sis,” Xavier said, hugging you tightly.

“Bye,” you said.

“Bye, Sissy,” Alex said, clutching your hoodie that was three times your size.

“Bye-bye, Bubs,” you responded, ruffling his hair. You bid your final farewells and went through security without a hitch. Quickly you found a Starbucks and got in line for a coffee.

“It’s too early for this crap,” you heard a familiar voice grumble. You turned your head slightly as to not be obvious and noticed Sam and Colby in line behind you.

“You got that right,” you responded. Both boys looked up at you and smiled immediately.

“What flight number are you?” Sam asked. You looked down at your ticket.

“Flight DL456, gate 13,” you answered, carefully putting it back in your hoodie pocket.

“Us too. I’ll go find our gate while you guys get coffee,” Sam said, quickly walking away from the two of you. Not that you were complaining though. Yeah you could see yourself as friends with Sam, you just thought that you and Colby would make better friends.

“He downed like ten Red Bulls on the way here,” Colby told you and you laughed.

“I can help the next guest!” The cashier exclaimed. You stepped up, not expecting Colby to be right behind you. When you took a step back to examine the menu, you ended up crashing into his chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked. He looked extremely concerned.

“Yeah, didn’t expect you to be right behind me,” you blushed. You told the girl, who was trying not to laugh, what you wanted. Colby added his coffee to the order and paid for it, ignoring your protests to let you pay half.

“Colby, I could have paid half,” you told him as you both ventured to find Sam.

“Yeah, well my dad taught me better than to not pay for a lady,” he responded.

“If we’re going to be friends you are going severely struggle with how stubborn I can be. Especially when it comes to paying for stuff,” you pouted.

“You weren’t very stubborn back there,” Colby muttered, sipping his coffee.

“Because you handed her the money before I had the chance to pull out my wallet,” you argued.

“Uh huh, yeah,” Colby responded, a boyish smile on his face as you both saw the back of Sam’s head.

“Hey, first class is boarding,” Sam told the both of you.

“Great. We were right on time,” you chuckled. You followed the boys onto the plane. You found your seat and sat down, immediately getting comfortable with your pillow. You faced the window, noticing someone else sit down.

“Wait, I thought we were sitting together,” Sam grumbled. You looked over, Colby sitting next to you.

“We can trade seats if you want,” you offered politely. Colby turned towards Sam so you couldn’t see him. Sam looked awkward.

“It’s okay, {y/n},” he smiled, walking towards another part of the plane. Colby turned to you but you were the first to speak.

“If you think we are going to be spending this flight talking to each other, you are absolutely out of your fricken’ mind. If you try to talk to me, I might bite your head off,” you growled, shocking Colby.

“Brennen was right, you are mean when you’re tired,” he laughed. You flicked him off, getting comfortable once again.

Stepping onto actual land once again was something you are always eager to do when you’re stuck on a plane for no matter how long. Colby was the one who woke you up, making sure you had everything. You were extremely sluggish, caused by your lack of sleep and caffeine.

“Why’re you so tired?” Sam asked you, a laugh escaping his lips.

“Last night me and my brothers spent the whole night shifting furniture five inches to the left. Then we switched everything in the cabinets over one to confuse our parents,” you explained softly.

“That’s the nicest she’s been all morning,” Colby told Sam, causing you to slap his chest.

“{y/n/n}!” You heard three people scream. The three of you turned your heads. You saw Brennen, remembering Colby had said something about texting him that you guys had landed. The other two were your roommates from freshman year of college, Genna and Felicity.

“Guys!” You exclaimed. You gave them all a hug, telling each of them how much they were missed. Colby and Sam caught up with Brennen while you did the same with the girls.

“There’s your suitcase!” Felicity beamed. You grabbed it and returned to their sides.

“So, who’re the cuties?” Genna asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Sam and Colby. Sam has a girlfriend and Colby doesn’t,” you answered quickly and quietly.

“Dang, the single one isn’t my type,” Genna huffed.

“Yeah, but he’s {y/n}’s type,” Felicity smirked, causing you to go red.

“What made {y/n} go all tomato?” Brennen laughed.

“Nothing,” the three of you blurted. The boys looked at you suspiciously, but it went ignored by you.

“Girls, what do you guys say about a welcome home party for these three Kansasians?” Brennen asked, tossing an arm around you and Genna. You figured it was a rhetorical question and the party had already been planned.

“On it,” Genna smirked, playing along.

“We’re gonna steal {y/n} for the rest of the day if that’s the case,” Felicity smiled, looking at Brennen.

“I have to go back to our place to unpack and shower. I really need a shower,” you interjected.

“Fine, we’ll just make sure you are on house arrest. The party is at our house. Angie has no problem with it and Jordyn is the party girl of the house,” Genna rambled as you all walked outside.

“Jake is here to pick us up, so text us the address later,” Colby said, him and Sam bidding a farewell.

“We’ll meet you at our place,” you told Genna and Felicity, knowing the drove together. They nodded as you followed Brennen to his car.

“That graffiti you did was crazy awesome,” Brennen told you, throwing your suitcase in the trunk.

“Thanks,” you smiled, sitting in the passenger’s seat. You weren’t sure how long the drive was, because you fell asleep and woke up to Brennen blowing an air horn really close to your face.

“Gotchu!” Brennen laughed.

“What the hell?” You yelled. He was just laughing, but you got your bags and walked inside. You had to wait for Brennen, remembering you had left your keys in your nightstand before you left.

“Why are you waiting?” Brennen asked. He looked confused, but didn’t want to push to many of your buttons.

“I left my keys here,” you grumbled. He quickly unlocked the door and you pushed the door open, immediately flopping onto the couch,

“No, no, no. Nope. Alright, upsy daisy,” Brennen said, realizing you wanted to take a fat nap. He had you sitting up by the end of his statement. After five minutes, he handed you a cup of coffee and Genna and Felicity made their way inside.

“Time to get ready!” Felicity cheered.

“But the party doesn’t start until nine,” Brennen exclaimed from the kitchen.

“We take a long time to get her ready,” Genna laughed.

“Yeah, she’s the most impatient person I’ve ever met,” Felicity laughed. You just groaned, curled up on the couch. Your hands still clutching the coffee.

“C’mon, we’re going to your room,” Genna said, lifting the mug out of your hands. You whined, but did as she said. Once the door had been shut, you were handed back the mug.

“You just be tired over there while we pick out your outfit,” Felicity smiled, waving towards your bed. You sat down in the middle with your legs folded. You sipped the coffee every so often, slowly waking up.

“This will help wake her up,” Brennen exclaimed, setting a Red Bull on your desk. He could do so without looking into the room because your desk was directly to the right of the frame.

“Thanks,” you grumbled. You were handed the can and alternated what you took sips from.

Felicity and Genna were bickering about what you should wear. In the process they were making a mess of your closet and the chair that sat next to it. Once you were done with both of your beverages you seemed like your normal self.

“Here’s the plan. You are going to wear your dad’s old Nirvana t-shirt, from the concert he went to and your black ripped jeans. The layer will be a black cardigan. You are going to put on your Doc Martens and then we have full artistic responsibility for your hair and makeup,” Genna said, turning to you. All you did was shrug lazily as both girls whirled around the room like tornadoes. You internally laughed at the comparison, since you did grow up in tornado alley.

“Okay, go take a quick shower and then come back,” Felicity demanded and you did as she said.

After you returned to your room, the two turned around so you could get dressed. Once you were, Genna had you sitting on your stool so she could do your hair. Every so often you asked her what she was doing, wearing her patience thin.

“I’m done! Stop asking me stupid questions and just look in the mirror,” Genna exclaimed loudly. You just laughed at her reaction and turned. Genna has straightened your hair and then did loose curls.

“Lookin’ hot,” Felicity joked. You returned to the stool as Felicity preceded to do your makeup. It wasn’t anything heavy or outlandish. Just a casual look because everyone at this party are people you’ve met before.

“Are you guys done yet? It’s been hours,” You heard Brennen yell from somewhere else in the place.

“We’re working on jewelry right now!” Genna yelled back. By the time the girls were done playing dress up, you had several rings on both hands. Two necklaces were fastened around your neck, one shorter than the other. Both were charms that said ‘Sister’, one was in Alex’s handwriting. The other in Xavier’s. Your earrings were small hoops.

“Cute,” Felicity gushed.

“Now put on your shoes,” Genna told you. You did so and then looked in the mirror. It wasn’t something you would wear in your day to day life, but each article separately you would. You smiled, feeling a little more confident than usual.

“Finally, she’s not going to be holed up in her room! {y/n} {y/l/n} is actually going to a party!” Brennen hollered when you walked out of your bedroom.

“I like to party. And by party, I mean take naps,” you corrected him.

“You nap at like four in the afternoon,” Brennen laughed at you.

“Irrelevant,” you laughed.

“We’re going to go help Angie set up, but we’ll see you later,” Genna said to you.

“Okay, bye,” you nodded, waving as Felicity followed her out.

“I’m meeting Colby at Tender Greens, wanna come?” Brennen asked you. Usually, you would never get an invite because you had expressed to Brennen you were fine with your current friend group and you didn’t want your solar system to collide into Brennen’s. Though, it has once you fell on the floor in the abandoned warehouse.

“No thanks. I have to unpack and do my laundry,” you answered.

Brennen had returned a few hours later to you having just finished all of your laundry. He was whistling loudly as he made a cup of coffee for himself. You sat on the couch, reading your favorite book.

“Haven’t you read that book already?” Brennen asked curiously, sitting next to you.

“Yeah, but I’m going to reread it every so often,” you answered.

When you first told your parents you were going to move in with a guy you had met through your roommates in freshman year, they were extremely uncomfortable with the idea. Brennen and you were pretty tight, and he would call or Skype your parents almost everyday, maybe even twice a day. All that just to make sure their worries were eased. Thankfully they were and they never complained. Your mom adored Brennen, your dad simply tolerated him.

“We had an interesting conversation,” Brennen told you, flicking through tv channels.

“What was it about?” You asked curiously. You were still reading, but kept an ear open.

“You,” he answered. You lifted your head to look at him and you rose an eyebrow.

“Yeah? What about me?” You questioned, hoping it wasn’t embarrassing.

“I didn’t say much. It was mainly him saying how cute you are, how pretty you are, a lot of ‘how come you never introduced us before’, a few ‘she’s totally may type. Oh and here’s the best one ‘I think I may have found someone who won’t break my heart,” Brennen said, imitating Colby when he quoted his friends words.

“You’re telling me this because?” You laughed.

“I know you like him too. He’s gonna be at the party tonight and I may or may not have influenced what Genna and Felicity chose your you to wear,” Brennen laughed. You turned beet red as he continued to tease you.

As nine o’clock grew closer, you grew more anxious by the second. Picking at your fingernails, playing with a loose thread on your cardigan, tugging at the hem of your shirt. That was how you tried to pry your mind away from the cute blue-haired boy. Throughout high school, you didn’t really pay attention to boys, choosing to focus closely on your studies to be able to get scholarships for UCLA, which you ended up doing. When you told your mom you were awarded a full ride, she just about cried.

“We’re here!” Brennen cheered, pulling up to the already crowded house. When you stepped out, the bass of the music shook your body. You already agreed to be the designated driver, letting Brennen be able to enjoy himself. You had lost him as soon as you step foot in the door, though you did catch sight of familiar blue hair.

[bethypig]

The Big Question Is: How Do I Find I N S P I R A T I O N???

I'm gonna assume that everyone struggles to find inspiration now and then... (I reeeaaalllllllyyy kinda hope it's not just me!). Sometimes you just have to make your own inspiration, sometimes it strikes you like lightning forking down from the heavens, normally at the most annoying of times (Dammit Thor!).

In fact, a lot of the time, I can't just wait for inspiration to strike. It's not time efficient, and sometimes you just have to be able to generate ideas quickly (especially when you're doing a course of some kind).

So how do we find inspiration from the murkiest depths of the swamp?

Here's my list of inspiration sources at the min;

Social Media - Pinterest, Instagram, the big ol' Tumbl (tho sometimes I just get distracted.)

Other peoples sketchbooks

My own sketchbooks - I often like to go back and look at my own work to then combine or generate more ideas from that.

Eating dinner - sometimes I just wanna draw and eat at the same time!

Storyboard Stylez - I draw squares or rectangles on a page and sketch one subject many times within them. Sometimes trying to draw on a full empty page can get intimidating, and this way you can do quick 5 minute sketches without wasting paper.

Random Tumblr text posts - You can print them out and place them in your sketchbook too!

Songs and Music (I often B L A S T it).

Colour Schemes - Limit your palette! This can help if I feel like I have too much choice. Instead of limiting my subject or my materials, I limit my colours. It can be quite freeing.

Collage - IS MY FAVOURITE THING, especially if you're doing an art course. You can generate many of them quickly and easily, you're not stuck trying to draw something that isn't gonna turn out right, and they are calming. You can then use these as more inspiration to create other works, or you can add paint or pen to them. Collage practically saved my degree.

Getting frustrated! - Surprisingly, this sometimes work. I get angry, I get bored, I get frustrated, and then I take it out on some paper or a canvas, often resulting in thick, gloopy impasto-style backgrounds that I then go back to when I'm a little happier to work onto.

I'm sure everyone finds inspiration in their own way, but this is what helps me at the minute :)

Let me know how you guys combat the brick wall!