olivergriffiths:

fun little collab!!
Jaz and I went to the jersey shore with some friends last week. She drew this inspired partially by the really goofy prizes on the boarwalk and then I desperately wanted to color it. here ya go

olivergriffiths:

hi I painted thing

bffcomic: vincent/louis NSFW!!!

poison-parfait:

dif story (but with very similar themes), super nsfw

more vincent/louis fic (cuz i’m embarrassing) under the cut because i’m taking u down with me ok

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poison-parfait:

i have a problem

olivergriffiths:

just to be clear…. he’s a yak.

poison-parfait:

cyril/louis that is also kind of john/louis (oops sorry)

poison-parfait:

this was supposed to be a doodle, idk what happened
if anyone else has any bffcomic pairing requests pls send them into my ask

gorockets:

I’m sure…he’s pointing down to something innocent, right? Something completely innocent— —OR…MAYBE…………….
BFF for Mickey u wu))) ♥

wait oh my god
is that a VOLCANO???????????? I THOUGHT IT WAS AN EXPLOSION BUT NOW IM
WOW
NICE
ERUPTION
?????
I can’t really look right at this I’m laughing too hard……. LOUIS……. PLEASE………
thank you as always for bringing this into the world, nicole

rainbowbarfeverywhere:

(via goknights)
i was actually ‘supposed’ to write this like…less than ten hours ago, heck, i was planning toyesterdaybut i was reading fic and you can’t take me from fic
also i’m just pulling all stops on ‘cliche aus’ aren’t i? next thing you know vincent or teddy—probably teddy, it looks more like a teddy thing—being vincent’s older brother’s friend and vincent being a total hero worshipper of him will be a thing (oh wow i just planted a bad seed there, didn’t i?)
i also have no idea how your western school works do you have faculty rooms? or do you have this general idea where teachers get their own little offices/rooms/things? it’s probably not that different from the schools here…but who knows?
also wow word vomit that went away by itself (made me lazy to actually put real scenes)
Vincent hates going to the high school wing—specifically, he hates going to high school faculty area. That’s where most of the asshole staff are.
…well, okay, it’s really just Louis. And occasionally, John (by occasionally, he means the times he’s anywhere a ten foot radius of Louis—which is regrettably not very occasionally—because Louis gets smugger and more in-your-face at John and, instinctively, everyone else, and sometimes Louis and John fight and others mention the ‘stifling sexual tension’ andohmygodwhat is with females and two guys getting a rise of each other (Louis) and getting at it with each other (John) they are related that isdisgusting what is his life).
This is also where the senior Bijapur is the principal, but the man is less a grade A dick and more scary and creepy and I-know-something-you-don’t-know that just makes Vincent take a step or hundred to the other direction. (He is disgustingly bad at confrontations, especially those that kind of open his eyes on…unmentionable things.)
But this is where his apartment-building-mate stays, and since Vincent’s beloved car finally gave out after all this time two years ago, he’s being sharing car rides with said apartment-building-mate (most of the time, maybe less, if Vincent would allot more money for public transportation, but he’s already fine with his whole set-up). It just so happens that said apartment-building-mate is John.
Really, what is his life.
When he opens the door, he’s hit with a buzzing atmosphere and general loudness and all this is really different from the elementary wing (or maybe not, seeing as he’s a coach and therefore not actually that very well-acquainted with the faculty area). It’s a little past an hour from the high school students’ dismissal, and some of the teachers have already called it a day. Vincent is not having a lucky day because Louis is not one of those teachers (and, really, he shouldn’t be a teacher at all, he should be one of those rich-as-fuck fuckers who use all their money on alcohol and sex and a combination of the two, maybe sex with alcohol kink or something, but no, he’s a science teacher and there’s something entirely wrong with that phrase, it’s probably all of it).
But fate probably takes pity on him, because soon someone familiar is saying, “Hi, Vincent!”
Vincent turns to his least hated—probably favorite, actually, seriously, it’s a lot nicer than Vincent’s too—part of the faculty area. Teddy is waving at him when he sees his little office. Vincent relaxes evidently and he gets the chair from the office-table next to Teddy. He smiles before shifting the chair next to Teddy and sits down.
“Hey, haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Oh, yeah,” Teddy shuffles the stacks of paper together, “my cousin and uncle were visiting and I had to keep them occupied and well-fed.”
Vincent grumbles at the mention of Teddy’s cooking. Unmistakably. Loudly.
“So you want to extra cupcakes then?” Teddy laughs.
“Oh. Yes. That. Very much. All the time.” Vincent likes to emphasize when faced with the promise of free food, Teddy’s free food especially, Teddy’s free baked gifts-from-heaven extremely.
Teddy laughs again and Vincent relaxes enough that he’s casually leaning on Teddy, eases right into the heat and Teddy lets him. Louis will probably say something about it but it doesn’t really seem to matter as much as listening to the sounds of Teddy’s pen swishing against paper at the moment.
So. He doesn’t really hate going to the high school wing. Just greatly dislikes it. When Teddy isn’t there.

ooooh principal Dr.B is great! science teacher Louis too, oh my god… (I just generally approve of all their roles in this)

rainbowbarfeverywhere:

(via goknights)
i absolutely love aus don’t you? i especially love those little snippets where you see a glimpse and nothing more and it makes you yearn for more but there’s nothing and life is cruel isn’t it?
Breathing with a cracked rib(s) is difficult, breathing heavily with a cracked rib(s) is fucking death. Louis knows this fact, Louis is very well acquainted with this fact, hell, Louis has shared embarrassing stories about John over cookies and wine with this fact. His back hurts like a cunt and he doesn’t want to imagine the big red stain spreading across his pristine white jacket (John often tells him to either start wearing less fancy clothes or stop yapping about them, Louis graciously does neither). The worst of the hits on his face is the cut just a few centimeters from his left eye (it’s really not, but it’s sure as fuck feels like it). His knuckles are smeared with the mixture of his own blood and Vincent’s.
Over all, he looks like shit, and Vincent would have pointed that out to him, sneering how he couldn’t even hide his pretty little face behind John, but this would only have mattered a long time ago, back when he still didn’t know about Vincent’s gang, back when they only started getting familiar with the other (nothing quite says sweet, sweet adrenaline rush like punching the fuck out of Vincent). It wouldn’t have mattered anyway because Vincent hardly looked any better.
It’s only the two of them, the two leaders mano-a-mano. They’re in a parking lot, a new location for a not-so new activity. The others are surrounding them like a chalk-made circle, already having had the chance to prove themselves to everyone before it came down to the final round. It looks like a vague replica of a fight club, except not as fancy nor as camaraderie-feeling.
Louis smirks widely at Vincent, and the sound of a lip opening doesn’t even register in his mind. Vincent glowers back. Before either of them are aware of it, Louis is already punching Vincent in the gut. Vincent retaliates by kicking his thigh in his crouched position and Louis hits the ground with the side of his face that has the cut. Red smudges on the ground when Louis yanks Vincent down and nothing sounds like sweet victory like the resounding bang of Vincent’s head on the concrete.
It never matters who wins, no one ever keeps a tally of the number of times either of them has fainted or been dragged away or ‘lost’. It’s a push versus a shove and the number of times someone falls doesn’t count as much as who will stop getting up.
Neither will stop until someone’s down for the count.
(Perhaps permanently.)
(And Louis already knows his next move. It doesn’t matter if Vincent’s best friend is aware of Vincent’s other life, because either way, he will be dragged into it.)

why have I never thought of a gang AU before, oh my god! the end part sounds so tragic dang

A Halloweeny drawing of John and Louis emailed to me by a French fan! Thank you!
(I think Louis looks pretty perfect as a vampire, what do you guys think?? Any other costume ideas for these two?)

John & Louis in OOooOoO SPOOKY HALLOWEEN SKETCH COMIC
Also Featuring Cyril and Andre (and Kamri and Char, Kind Of??)

I don’t know why I drew this but here it is. In case you were wondering how Cyril and Louis met. Did I mention modern day high school Cyril is the local Teenage Drug Lord (disclaimer #9995848 I don’t know anything about drugs and am making everything up as I feel like it)
there are actually like 20 extra panels for an ending I ended up deleting?? Oops?? here are some of them that I liked??
extra trivia: Vincent’s B-day is Nov. 1st