Brendon always remembers the details.His first kiss: he was wearing his Bright Eyes t-shirt, jeans with a hole in the left knee, glasses. They were touring. He never told anyone that hed never kissed a girl. (He never told them that hed never kissed a boy, either, but they assumed that anyway.) It was two days after he met Audrey. They had a double-date planned with Jac and Ryan. Spencers hair was long past his chin, almost to his shoulders.Spencer had said, Good luck, and cupped Brendons chin. Spencers lips were chapped and dry. The kiss was chaste, quick, not enough. Brendon was sitting on the bed; hotel room comforter under his...
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I increasingly haaate this username, but I am way too lazy to really commit to making a new account.In short, dA, you for srs need to implement a "name change" option.I WOULD PAY YOU MONEY NOT TO BE JINX-FULION ANY MORE.Also, is it just me or are there a hell of a lot of tits in today's daily deviations?
had fun this evening doing lots of little cartoony doodles- I had some friends of mine give me suggestions for what they wanted and then I tried to draw them up quickly in photoshop, but also trying to allow myself to be stylised and to keep to a single layer. Very fun- the short timespan meant that I was being more confident in my strokes and also it was forcing me to go with my first instinctive visualisation- often when I overthink things my perspective goes wiggidy-whack. It's probably quite telling that the picture I took longest over (the doggy, now in scraps) is one of the ones I'm least happy with.