Okay I want to shoutout Beth May. She gave killer performances as both Scary and Ron.
Ron telling Terry that "I don't think you've been someone you'd choose to be be around lately." KILLED ME. It got me right in the heart. Ron is a good father to his kid. Even when Terry did something that he couldn't take back, Ron was still there to care for him, but he didn't downplay Terry's actions or pretend like he didn't do anything wrong. The actions of the kiddads (especially code purple) have been a sort of gordian knot this season, and Beth sliced through it in a way that was profound and raw and beautiful and felt like real actual IRL parenting. That moment means the world to me.
And Scary. God damn. Everything about her conversation with Terry makes me want to cry. Referring to her dad as her Biological Father, telling him that she's glad to see him, telling him that he doesn't deserve this (both being in hell for it and punishing himself by holding onto the guilt), and being grateful that he was present. We've spent a lot of time on Scary's Guilt this year and having her see that guilt in someone else and forgive them for their actions is so good. I don't know if that was an Anthony move or a Beth move, but thank you for doing that. It's something I relate to a lot and it's so meaningful to see.
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FEB 25th, 2023 - One of the earliest nosk fanarts I drew (left)
APR 11th, 2024 - One of my most recent nosk artworks (right)
if you are frustrated at trying to make art in the start, as you believe it would never be "good enough" in comparison to your favorite artists you see.
Please remember that art takes time and throughout the journey.. you will develop and eventually find your own style and learn new things. In the process, it will change without you knowing that you are improving.
All you have to do is to pick up a pencil, start practicing, find inspiration, and enjoy yourself.
Fuck AI art forever personally
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let's be real. izuku whines every single time you suck his cock. his breath catches so easily and quickly just feeling you stroke his dick through his pants, yet it only gets better when you touch him, kiss him, lick him. his lip is quivering and his hands are so shaky when they're not gripped tightly in your hair. you can see the pretty tears on izuku's lashes when it's too much but it feels too good, he doesn't want you to stop. his sweet voice is so adorable that it sends a shiver down your body and makes your cunt tighten and flutter with need. his shaky whines contrast with the words on his lips that somehow don't stop spilling out even with how much he's moaning. "you suck my cock so fucking good, baby. just like that. fuck, i love you so much. don't stop, don't fucking stop, please...."
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Part vi number 18 and 8 👀
8. “Kiss me, I can’t wait any longer.”
18. “It’s so hot when you talk like that.”
it's been a long night. the mission was a success and the team is celebrating - using a chunk of the stolen cash to fill their stomachs with food and good wine at the vacant building they renovated into their hideout.
it's been a long night, and it's made even longer by how ian hasn't had a single moment alone with mickey since the heist started. since mickey had to concentrate on doing his thing with the wires and ian had to put on his tux, blending in with the gala's diamonds and furs. pretending to be someone you're not is hard in a room full of rich snobs. it's even harder in a room full of people who think they know you from top to bottom.
because they don't. these people are his family - they have been for years - but they don't know what makes ian tick. what's most important to him. the way his heart pulses and fingers itch for the man across the table from him.
his team is his family, but they don't know that he and mickey are fucking.
they can't. it would complicate too much. they'd start going off about how emotions like that can fuck with the plan. how their entire mission can go haywire if something happened to one of them. and they're right. it would. ian would scrap an entire weeks-long pursuit the fucking second he saw something happen to mickey. he cares too much. he's a fucking liability.
so they don't tell them. they keep their nights together to themselves. keep how long they've been doing this a secret. act normal and cordial and friendly on the outside, even when one shared look across the table sends pulses of want and desire through ian so powerful that he has to swallow down another gulp of wine, their heavy gaze never leaving each other once.
because it's been a long night. he hasn't had a chance to touch mickey. to reward him for a job well done in his own way. to look him over and smooth him out and exist with him, away from the others. alone. together.
the team is his family, but they don't know that he told mickey he's in love with him last night. they have no idea how powerful the wave of delight in his soul was when mickey said it back to him. to them, they're just ian and mickey. two members of the team who have gone quiet now, content with stealing glances across the table with heavy, wine-drunk eyes.
they can't know. and ian is two seconds away from reaching across the table and pulling mickey's hand into his own, so he forces himself to get up, stepping away from the table.
he disappears into one of the bedrooms - the one with the big floor to ceiling windows that look out into the abandoned building's courtyard. it's quiet here. peaceful. he can hear exactly how hard his pulse is thumping in his eardrums while everyone else carries on in the main room.
because he's good at slipping away without causing attention to it. it's how he joined the team in the first place. but there's one person who tracked his entire exit. he's fucking banking on it.
behind him, the door shuts. the lock clicks.
and when ian turns, the warmth that was being pushed down all night blooms fully and heavily in his chest.
mickey takes him in just as hungrily, the grin that's pulling the corner of his mouth so good that ian needs to chase after it. "kiss me," mickey murmurs, already stepping toward him on the momentum they've been building across the table, "can't wait any fuckin' longer."
it's got ian's heart soaring. has something almost animalistic rumbling in his chest as he steps forward too, fucking finally, because christ... "it's so fucking hot when you talk like that."
and when they meet in the middle of the room, it's with hands grabbing - feeling - running over ian's shoulders and holding mickey's face and they pull themselves together so tightly that ian can taste blood as their mouths clash.
but it's what he's been craving all night. it's what keeps him going, mickey just as hungry for it as he starts walking him backward until ian's back is pressed against the window.
they probably shouldn't be doing this here. not right now, at least. they're celebrating in the other room, after all.
but nothing is more important to ian than this man. this moment. this thing that they've made with each other.
and soon, it will be too big to hide.
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