nobody fucking talk to me about the absolute RELIEF on both those boys’ faces when they started caressing each other like
isak’s relief because holy shit Even is okay, and he thought the worst for a second, and he’s standing right here with him and
Even’s relief because holy shit Isak’s not here to end things, not to yell at him, he’s not scared, he’s stepping closer and he’s nuzzling his cheek and kissing the side of his face
nobody fucking talk to me about how the love they have for each other is fucking communicated through NOTHING but face caresses and soft kisses. they did not have to say more than three fucking words to each other to communicate their message:
I just realized something that makes me really sad, Allison never got to see the type of person Lydia is today. She never got to watch Lydia accept and love herself for who she, or see her best friend fall in love/ be in love with dorky Stiles. She never got to see her best friend be happy and have a guy who genuinely cares and loves her, she won’t get to hear how Lydia can’t breath until she is with Stiles, or see them be happy together. Allison knew who Lydia is/was as a person, but never got the chance to see her become the person she knew Lydia could be, and that makes me really really sad😭😩
McHanzo Week 2016, Day 2 - Domestic Life I wanted to draw them painting each other the walls in their new house (does this count?)¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tbh I don’t really like how it turned out but I still want to post something every day of The Week™, so here it goes, I guess
Hey, so you know how I was taking commissions and donations? Well, between then (when I first asked) and now, shit has quite literally hit the fan. I’m not going to get into it with you guys, but basically my mom has a habit of dropping the ball, so to speak, and putting a fuckton of pressure on me to help provide for the family however I can. She relies on my financial aid way too much and since I’m not getting it for another month, she’s putting even more pressure on my shoulders. That’s why I’m still open to writing commissions and accepting donations.
I’m also accepting Paypal donations at: firstname.lastname@example.org
There’s nothing I hate more than having to ask for help, but my mom’s leaving a lot of shit up to me now. Ever since my dad died a couple years back, a lot of the responsibility to keep the family afloat has been put on my shoulders, so I’m pretty much the ‘dad’ of the family at this point. If my mom isn’t going to try scrounging up some money, I guess I’ve gotta do it.
ok but like i’ll forever be crying because even though ht clearly needs stitches and get that shit sterilized, the first thing he did was go look for guan shan and have him take care of the wound?? there’s blood still dripping from his hand and it must hurt like hell but he made seeing gs a priority :) and :) now :) he :) won’t :) be :) able :) to :) do:) anything :) hence :) gs :) is :) gonna :) have :) to :) go :) to :) his :) house :) and :) take :) care :) of :) the :) housework :) and :) make :) him :) beef :) stew :) while :) his :) hand :) heals :)