The Blueboy

"You know," Billy Hargrove slurs into Steve's ear, breathe soaked in whiskey and cigarette smoke. "You've got really pretty... pretty eyes."

"Uhm." Steve glances up from his cup to Billy. Waits for a laugh, an insult and a joke, but there's nothing following. Billy's eyes are glassy, reminding Steve of huge blue oceans. He has to be wasted as fuck. Just an hour ago he called Steve King Loser.

"...Thank you?"

Billy smiles at him, a little goofy, way too happy considering he's talking to a guy he hates. He lifts his hand and Steve almost flinches, but he puts a finger on Steve's temple. Tender, almost careful.

"I like your face," he tells Steve.

"Okay, I think you had too much."

Steve tries to grab the bottle Billy is holding. Billy clutches the bottle against his chest, letting go of Steve's face. It's a bit disappointing. People are staring. Steve can hear them snickering. The air is stuffy. Stupid party crowd. He doesn't want people to see Billy like that. He must admit, he likes him like that.

"Let's go," he says to him. Holding out his hand like an idiot. Billy stares at it. Steve never noticed how long his lashes are.

Billy takes his hand, when Steve is about to drop it. Unsure, like he has never done it before.

"He's going to hate me for it," Steve announces. The crowd laughs, because that's how the script of the cruel play that is Highschool goes.

They walk outside. Or rather, Billy stumbles and Steve drags him.

"Are we goin' to yours?" Billy asks.

"Sure," Steve says. He thought he'd drive Billy home, but Billy sounds so hopeful.

Getting Billy into the car is a struggle, because he doesn't want to let go of Steve's hand. Yeah. This one had way too many.

"Is this a date?" Billy babbles.

Steve nearly drives over his neighbor's prized roses. Jesus. A date?

"I hope it is," Billy mumbles, already halfway asleep on the passenger's seat.

Steve parks the car. This wouldn't be the worst first date he had, he thinks.

Drawing all DSMP Members, one each day!

Day 2! GeorgeNotFound

pictures from the area 51 raid are honestly poetic cinema and we should all be happy that we are witnessing such a historic moment

This idea just wouldn’t leave my head for several days now, it started with a simple “what if David Tennants contacts turned by 90 degrees?” And boom, goat crowley....

The fact that I was in the Gorillaz fandom in 2018 and not once began simping for Murdoc is actually insane, the characters I hold near and dear to my heart are either disgusting old men or slimy bastards, some of which have anger issues..

I got lost in the woods of pinterest and emerged with so many references with which I do not know what to do with and now every time I open that god forsaken site, my screen is filled with gay effeminate men sporting very little clothing and furry drawing tutorials…

I can't escape it either, I just keep clicking on it and it keeps feeding my habits to the algorithm and showing me more-

I am forever trapped amongst gorgeous gays and I feel I'm spoiling my eternal paradise since nothing could beat this.

1 or multiple tattoos my older brother asked for. From what he told me Pain is supposed to represent evil while Son Goku represents good.

Honestly Pain’s design is so cool ;o

late night doodles I decided to finish, mostly just hair because I love drawing it.....

Some fanart of one of my favourite Twitch streamers: MoiKoi!

You should check him out! https://www.twitch.tv/moikoi