Wade ran around his dingy little apartment frantically, putting the finishing touches on the surprise for his boyfriend. Peter had called saying he would be home late today, and the merc knew how stressed he had been lately, balancing college, his job and Spidey duties. (Though Wade was secretly helping a little with that already, taking out baddies while he waited for Peter to come home every day.) But today Wade was going to give his baby boy a break, and everything was ready.
[Almost.]
{What do you mean almost, we got everything}
[Comfy blankets?]
{Check}
[Pillows?]
{Check}
[Movies?]
{Check}
[Cuddle zone?]
{Checkedy check}
[Food
Wade ran around his dingy little apartment frantically, putting the finishing touches on the surprise for his boyfriend. Peter had called saying he would be home late today, and the merc knew how stressed he had been lately, balancing college, his job and Spidey duties. (Though Wade was secretly helping a little with that already, taking out baddies while he waited for Peter to come home every day.) But today Wade was going to give his baby boy a break, and everything was ready.
[Almost.]
{What do you mean almost, we got everything}
[Comfy blankets?]
{Check}
[Pillows?]
{Check}
[Movies?]
{Check}
[Cuddle zone?]
{Checkedy check}
[Food
Deep Cliff #9 Drawing vs Writing by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
Deep Cliff #9 Drawing vs Writing
Question: Is the Brush More Creative than the Pen?
Hello and welcome to another “Deep Cliff,” where I listen to your questions and I bring you in depth answers. Today’s question is a very interesting one for me. For those of you who don’t know me, let me tell you my theory when it comes to art: Art is anything that you dedicate your time, energy, and passion to. It can be painting and drawing or writing…it can be boxing, stamp collecting, running, singing…anything can be an art when you put all of your passion and energy into it. It’s obvious that writing is an art form that I love and appreciate
Nico trudged down the camp path towards his cabin. Feet raising small clouds of dirt as he walked. He kicked a stone and it smashed into the Hermes cabin window. Well shit. He grumbled something about stones and kept walking. “Nico! Hey…w-where’re you going? Campfire isn’t over yet…” The voice called desperately after the brooding son of hades. He walked faster. “Hey! Wait!” Nico pulled his hood down tighter and jogged up into his cabin, slamming the door shut behind him.
The raven sighed and shrugged off his aviator jacket, tossing it to the floor before face-planting down onto his bunk. He ki