Si vis vitam, para mortem
Mom please stop reading my social networks accounts.
Hi mis aningo(s) !
It's a never ending tea party.
next to my desk - art and sewing inspiration all rolled into a lovely drawing by Nina.
jeeeeesuus Alo, I’m very glad you like this little ugly sketch)
um..so I just found this on my computer. I drew that at summer and I didn’t want to upload it …ever. But yolo
*SHRIEK*
MY SEKRIT OTP HAS FANART
I CAN NOW DIE HAPPY
“I thought I did good,” he mumbled, eyes red with tears of frustration that threatened to fall. Bobby sighed, reaching behind himself to flip the lock on his office door, cross his arms, and then face the kid again.
“You’ve got two left feet, kid,” Bobby shook his head, face scrunched up, “Don’t take it personally, just some people aren’t meant to play the game. You happen to be one of them.”
Christ, it was like watching a kid’s reaction to the death of Bambi’s mother. At first, there was shock, and then hesitance and frustration.
“You said you’d help me get better, coach.”
Yeah, that was before he’d gotten so attached. Bobby Finstock was not one for attachments, and even less of a fan of losing his job and getting arrested. He gnawed on the gum trapped against his molars, contemplating for a half second if he had enough self control to train the kid, and then shook his head. “Nope, can’t do it. I’m not wastin’ my time when I could put Stilinski or Lahey on the field and not have to worry about your dumb ass breaking a leg or arm out there.”
Obviously the wrong choice of words, because the kid was taking Bobby’s words and processing them too quickly. Fuck, he’d forgotten how damn smart the kid could be when he wasn’t being clingy or nervous.
“If I was better, would you even let me play?”
“Hell yes, I would.” Finstock shot back, scoffing loudly just to give the idea that this was 100% to do with the kid’s inability to competently score a goal. Yeah, he’d let him play. During practice.
Oh Christ, those were actual fucking tears, weren’t they? This kid was an ugly crier, cheeks ruddy and lip wobbling as he sniffed and curled his hands into fists. Bobby was so not in the mood for a tantrum, not when he was trying to save himself the guilt from getting in way over his head.
“I thought you liked me,” Greenberg said weakly, his voice cracking on a confused half-sob. Shit. Bobby was pretty sure his chest couldn’t ache any more unless he was undergoing open heart surgery. He couldn’t even stop his hand from reaching out and snagging behind the kid’s neck, dragging him in. Greenberg went easily, crowding up into Bobby’s chest and tapping his forehead weakly into Bobby’s collarbone. Fingers curled into his jacket, tugging nervously as Greenberg sniffed again.
“I hate you,” Bobby uttered in defeat.
But… You”re AMAZINGLY talented, like seriously… Please don’t leave, your fanarts are the highlights of my days…. é____è don’t listen to those brat, they don’t have your talent and kindness, they’re assholes.
don’t worry, I’ll still post my new pictures here, I just won’t be here in other time
Yeah, I’ve decided.
This september and october I’ll still be here and after this Halloween I won’t.
BUT
I will come back on Halloween 2013
spooky~
Shut up!
ou shit, I forgot to say that this pic is for the lovely anon, who extended my premium membership at DA! thank you again!
If you’re not familiar with ninakask’s work, you’re missing out. She’s a wonderful artist that has contributed more than a few impressive pieces for the Glee fandom, among other things.
If you like her work, consider tossing some time on her deviantART premium membership or hitting her up for a commission. Both are worth it, in my opinion.
Thanks for reading this. <3
perkybottoms wrote THIS AWESOME FIC awhile ago and I promised to make a fanart, so here, one eternity later! Sorry it took me so long ;_;
Thank you for your kind words (or opinion)
