beautiful butcher


i got to do a collab this past week of some GTA Game Attack nerds w/ the amazing @gayattack!!! thank u so much caleb!!

i did the lines of the first and colored the second, and caleb colored the first and lined the second :0


Disney’s Haunted Mansion

Happy Halloween! I somehow got inspiration yesterday to do something special for Halloween and here is what I came up with: Disney’s Haunted Mansion!

I’ve only ever been to Disneyland Paris so I don’t have any experience with the American Disneyland so I had to use a lot of reference pictures and basically do a lot of: “I guess this will have to do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯“. But still, even if it looks nothing like the Haunted Mansion it still looks pretty, haha!

Download at SFS.

My thanks to all CC creators whose work I’ve used, and my apologies to Crisps&Kerosene for butchering their beautiful fences :’)


always a slut for natan and shirtless supernatural beings

I believe in boys with sad eyes and soft smiles.
I believe in girls who roar back at the thunder
and still kiss like the first time they fell in love.
I believe in the people who’s skin never felt like home to them,
so they carved home out of the dust beneath their shoes
and kept on going.
I believe in all the ones who are told they don’t belong.
I don’t think I belong either.
I don’t know what it means to “belong”
but I know the ones shouting have nothing to offer,
that fitting in is the fad diet we’re all starving ourselves to.
I believe in us.
The ones who have never felt good enough.
I believe in the girl next door, who likes to be called “her”
but who woke up, today, with a gender that felt like
hand spun wool and spilled milk,
and who still doesn’t know how to tell her mother.
I believe in the ones dating the wrong people
so their parents won’t have to know
who it is they want to love.
I believe in a fear like that.
I believe in the kindness of strangers
and I believe that turning a blind eye
isn’t what makes you bad.
It only makes you scared like the rest of us.
I believe people learn to be brave.
I believe in the hands picking flowers as much
as I believe in the hands that plant them.
Because sometimes our hearts are too big for our bodies
and they like to go bumping against each other–
love doesn’t mean what you think it does.
You and I don’t love the same, but we are,
all of us, out here loving.
I believe in the collection of fingerprints you pick up
from everything in the world you have ever touched.
If I believe in anything,
I believe that that
is enough. ―Ashe Vernon

artwork by Kaethe Butcher Illustrations

Reposted from berlin-artparasites