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Happy Pride from my ocs!

Among The Statues

Ok. Legit feeling like the butterflies in my stomach are going to fly up my throat as i write this little a/n up. I have been working incredibly hard on this. It’s been a loooooong time coming, and honestly I’m hella excited to share it with you all. I’ve got a hell of a lot of other tidbits saved for future parts of this but honestly I’m not sure how quickly I’ll be able to update. So bear with me. A little extra love in the tags would not go unappreciated ;D

Word Count: 4563!!

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finally hauled ass to draw bnha for the first time!! which happened to be on lil beansprout’s special day by sheer coincidence! happy birthday midoriya ♡

“You said, he loves you as much as you love him. Then, why the both of you are not still together?” he asked.

“We both love each other. Yes, yes. And I’m not really sure why we’re not still together.” she answered very carefully as if the words she said hurt her heart like knives cutting through her veins. “Some may say it’s because of our priorities in life. But some may say that it’s not yet the perfect time. But who the hell really knows? Is it me? Is it him? I don’t know. I don’t even understand. They say that opposites do attract each other, while same signs do otherwise. We’re like walking on parallel lines with an infinite spaces in between, that even if we run faster, we will never bump on each other at the finish line. No matter how hard we try.”

—  ma.c.a // And sometimes, the world seems to be against us

I’m not saying he was perfect.  He was far from it in fact, but he was something that I couldn’t resist. We never dated, though at times I wish we would’ve. At the beginning, I wasn’t trying to let him in.  I didn’t want to, but somewhere along the line, I fell for him. Hard.

Then, he left.

Like it was nothing.

Like we were nothing.

Like I was nothing.

I don’t necessarily think I was in love with him, but oh, I could’ve been. I really really could’ve been.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

May 2017 // It’s finally autumn over here and I can’t be more excited! I’ve been trying really hard to put myself together (my mind hasn’t realized I’m back at Uni…) and I think dry leaves and hot tea are going to do the trick for me. I hope you guys are having a beautiful May ~

ok so, usually even for my big pieces, i tend to only spend about 4-5 hours on them, BUT GODDAMN I’ve spent like….15+ hours on this?? I’m exhausted. I feel like it really paid off though???? I mean I’m really happy with it. I’m also trying to be more art positive, so I’m forcing myself to like it (ง'̀-‘́)ง

Sentence starters
  • Based on famous text-posts
  • "Bro, you look so cute right now. Dude, you are so fucking adorable."
  • "Wanna watch this murder documentary with me?"
  • "I may act like I'm sassy but if you're mean to me there's a 900% chance I'll cry."
  • "I may act like I'm clueless but actually know what's going on at al times."
  • "ATTENTION: I need attention."
  • "I don't have a nervous system. I'm a nervous system."
  • "Drugs? No thanks, the only 'high' I need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder."
  • "I think I'm subconsciously trying to ruin my own life."
  • "Why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?"
  • "I try not to sound like an asshole but it's really hard because I am an asshole."
  • "I don't want to look 'pretty', I want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening."
  • "I'm the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know."
  • "Girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. I don't remember what I was going to say but I'm just gay."
  • "I'd love to relax but that's just not realistic."
  • "Contrary to popular belief I'm actually soft and have feelings."
  • "This could be less hetero."
  • "To be honest I just need a hug."
  • "Why can't I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?"
  • "This is it, this is how I die: Lack of attention."
  • "Are we just friends or is this flirting serious?"
  • "I have this problem where I isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because I'm lonely."
  • "I may be ugly but at least I have an ugly personality too. Consistency is key."
  • "I don't wanna get involved in drama I just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened."
  • "I am bysexual as in I'm not interested, goodbye."
  • "I could win an Olympic gold medal in being ignored."
  • "Fill your heart with bees. If someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees."
  • "I'm so tired of not being a multimillionaire."
  • "I panic alot of other places besides the disco."
  • "Which layer of hell do you think you're going to?"
  • "My kink is being right."
  • "My kink is being home alone."
  • "You're really sensitive for a selfish asshole."
  • "I can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, I have a big heart and can't treat people badly, that's just not me."
  • "What about netflix and kill?"
  • "No offense but why does everyone hate me?"
  • "I'm a strong independent introvert who don't need no social life."
  • "Why do I get struggles instead of snuggles?"
  • "If a conversation goes on too long without being about me, I'm out."
  • "I'm small, queer and something to fear."
  • "All this sadness is bad for my skin."
  • "I'm cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive"
  • "I'm beautiful and underappreciated."
  • "She's beauty, she's grace, she's me."
  • "Sorry for being awesome, loser."
  • "Is 'no' an emotion? Because I'm feeling it."
BTS CHAT: Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin prepare to confess to Y/N but they are shocked to run into each other in her backyard at night.
  • Namjoon crouches in the bush outside Y/N's window.
  • NAMJOON: (Deep breath) I can do this.
  • SUGA: Do what?
  • Suga pops out over Namjoon's shoulder.
  • Suga covers Namjoon's mouth.
  • SUGA: Will you shut up? Unless of course you want to alert the whole neighborhood that you're crouching in a girl's backyard at 12 am.
  • NAMJOON: What are you doing here?
  • SUGA: I saw you leave the house with your guitar, so I followed you.
  • NAMJOON: Well go back home.
  • SUGA: Not until you tell me what your plan is.
  • NAMJOON: What plan?
  • SUGA: Your plan to impress Y/N.
  • NAMJOON: I'll tell you after it works.
  • SUGA: (Shrugs) Fine, then I guess you I won't tell you mine.
  • ...
  • NAMJOON: Wait, what?
  • Suga opens up a bag and inside are chocolate, flowers and a mini speaker.
  • NAMJOON: What the hell man? Are you serious?
  • SUGA: Yup.
  • Suga walks out into the open and presses play on the song; First Love. Suga holds the speaker above his head and flowers in the other hand.
  • JIN: What the hell is going on here?!
  • Jin walks into the backyard with a picnic basket and a gigantic teddy bear.
  • Namjoon comes out of the bushes.
  • NAMJOON: Are you serious? Is following me just thing you guys do now?
  • SUGA: Well by the looks of it, it's that and liking the same girl.
  • JIN: You guys like Y/N?
  • NAMJOON: Yeah. Pretty much.
  • SUGA: No, I just like to take late night strolls into people's backyards. And sometimes, I like to buy myself roses.
  • JIN: AHHH!
  • NAMJOON: (Concerned) What is it?
  • JIN: Oh, just my back hurts from when you stabbed me!
  • SUGA: Was that supposed to be funny? Cuz it wasn't.
  • JIN: You'll know when I'm being funny Yoongi.
  • SUGA: Will I?
  • JIN: Both of you leave now!
  • NAMJOON: No way! I got here first!
  • SUGA: Actually, I got here first. Y/N brought me to her house before she even met you two.
  • JIN: Well I was born first.
  • SUGA: Speaking of that, I don't think Y/N would be into a 'mature' man.
  • JIN: Good thing I'm not mature then!
  • NAMJOON: I don't think that worked the way you wanted it to.
  • JIN: Shut up and leave. I didn't cook all this food for Y/N for you guys to ruin things.
  • SUGA: Fine. Leave the food here and I'll make sure Y/N and I don't let it go to waste.
  • JIN: Sometimes I really don't like you.
  • NAMJOON: I learnt how to play the guitar for her. Do you know how hard it is to strum with no pick?!
  • Namjoon, Jin and Suga look up at Y/N's window to see Jimin shirtless and poking his head out.
  • JIMIN: You guys are so loud. Y/N is trying to sleep.
  • SUGA: What the fuck?!
How Far I'll Go: Moana/The Selection Crossover

I’ve been staring at America, my dear,
Long as I can remember, never really knowing why,
I wish, I could be the perfect leader,
But I come back to my dear, no matter how hard I try.

Every turn I take, every girl I track
Every plan I make, every hall leads back
To the girl who can’t, seem to stand,
To be with me.

See the line where her smile meets her eyes? It calls me
And no one knows, how much she glows
If she were to be my queen and stay behind me
One day I’ll know, and when she glows there’s just no way I’m telling her no

I know everybody in this palace, seems so happy, in this palace
Everything is by design
I know, everybody in this palace has a role, in this palace
So maybe I can roll with mine

I can lead with pride, I can make us strong
I’ll just choose a girl who can play along,
But the voice inside sings a different song,
What is wrong with me?

See her smile as it looked lights up the room?
It’s blinding
And no one knows, how much she’ll glow
And it seems like we were just meant to be, so come find me
And let me know
What’s beyond her smile, can I make her smile?

See the line where her smile meets her eyes? It calls me
And no one knows, how much she glows
If she were to be my queen and stay behind me
One day I’ll know
And I won’t say no

Enjoltaire - Painting

Grantaire wasn’t much of a painter. Not enough patience to study the complex techniques and he had a habit to waste his money on other things than the equipment. He sighed deeply and took a mouthful of his cheap wine, squinting at the sketch in front of him, only illuminated by a candle, because he was fucking pathetic like that. Charcoal, a completly different medium. His favourite, maybe because it fit his own personality so well. Black or white, nothing in between. He had always been attracted by extrems. Grantaire sighed again and rubbed his hurting neck. And maybe that was the problem as well with his latest sketch: his subject was too multi-layered. Black and white wasn’t enough to capture all the qualities and features, not in the slightest. But Jesus, he hadn’t touched colours for quite a time…
Grantaire smoothed the corners of his sketch book and closed his tired eyes. There he was, burned into the inside of his lids, in bright colours. In all his blood-red fury for social justice, all the sun-yellow affectionate glow for his friends and all the shades of purple fitting his usual concentrated calm. He could not NOT draw him or else he wouldn’t leave from inside his head and he would never find sleep. Again.
He didn’t sleep properly for days and weeks, since he came to Paris. Beautiful, animated Paris with all its cafés and charming places. But for him, there was something unsettling about the city. He couldn’t quite place the finger on it, but… Sometimes a face in the crowd could shake him to his bones. The sight of certain streets could make him spill tears, buildings could make him smile like a mad man. Most exhausting were the dreams: They were full of chaos, despair and yelling. And of course this face of a man he never met, but had somehow memorised by heart.
Grantaire stood up heavily and searched his cupboards for his most vibrant colours. He was so very tired, he almost fell of the chair as he was browsing the top shelfs standing on his tiptoes. There they were, oil paints, bought in a period of brief inspiration and then never touched again and almost forgotten. He weighed them in his hands, everything that happened afterwards disappeared in the haze of his clouded mind. Maybe it was the wine’s fault or maybe he was capable of sleepdrawing after all, weirder things had happened to him by far.
He came to his senses, as the morning light flooded his kitchen in golden rays. With a growl Grantaire lifted his head off the table and rubbed his tired and bleary eyes. A second was spent by looking at the colourful tips of his locks. Red, yellow, purple, the shades of a sun set. Did he try to dye it? No, he must have fallen asleep too close to the palette. His glance grazed the paper in front of him, filled with spiraling colours, forming the shape of a familiar body, well known posture of shoulders and a face that had accompanied him for days and months. Grantaire touched the dried streaks of colours that twirled into a crown of glowing hair, softly followed the line of intense eyebrows and caressed the open, beautiful and more relaxed curves of the lips. It got worse every night. This face who haunted him, it became more concrete, more defined every night. He had to paint it, over and over again. And he didn’t even know his name.

Edit: Well, shit. Tumblr is still a mystery to me, I accidently posted too early. Goddammit!!


This is my bujo spread for the week so far 💘

from my studygram

google search “7 boys who ruined my life”

I was taking pictures in a rose garden for my graduation announcements and a little girl saw me, turned to her mom, and whispered really loudly “LOOK IT’S RAPUNZEL”

Where Would you Kiss me?
  • Person: Hey, do you know that kissing has its own meanings, depending in what part of body you're kissing?
  • Kuroko: Really?
  • Person: Yes, kiss on the lips means 'I love you', kiss on the hand means 'friendship'.
  • Kuroko: Then if I'll give you the honor to kiss me, where would it be?
  • ______________________________
  • •Kagami Taiga's Case•
  • Kuroko: Then if I'll give you the honor to kiss me, where would it be?
  • Kagami: I'd kiss you on your forehead, I guess?
  • Kuroko: Why?
  • Kagami: It also means friendship, and it means that I respect you a lot.
  • Kuroko: I see, so that's why you're fighting the urge to kiss me in my forehead right now right?
  • Kagami: Damn you.
  • ______________________________
  • • Midorima Shintarou's Case•
  • Kuroko: Then if I'll give you the honor to kiss me, where would it be?
  • Midorima: Don't think about it, I'll never kiss you.
  • Kuroko: Is that so?
  • Midorima: Yes
  • ----Later that night----
  • *Kuroko's cellphone ringed*
  • To: Kuroko
  • From: Midorima-kun
  • I'll kiss you in your hands, I think.
  • ~~End of message~|
  • Kuroko smiled A LOT.
  • ______________________________
  • •Murasakibara Atsushi's Case•
  • Kuroko: Then if I'll give you the honor to kiss me, where would it be?
  • Murasakibara: *kisses Kuroko's nose* Kuro-chin is so cute, it makes me want to eat you.
  • Kuroko: Murasakibara-kun, you're drooling.
  • ______________________________
  • • Kise Ryouta's Case •
  • Kuroko: Then if I'll give you the honor to kiss me, where would it be?
  • Kise: Kurokocchi! Of course it would be heeree~ *Tries to kiss Kuroko in the lips but Kuroko dodges him resulting his face slamming the ground. HARD*
  • Kuroko: Kise-kun, bad dog.
  • ______________________________
  • • Aomine Daiki's Case •
  • Kuroko: Then if I'll give you the honor to kiss me, where would it be?
  • Aomine: *touches Kuroko's collarbone* It would be here.
  • Kuroko: Then, what does that mean there?
  • Aomine: It means I want you. *insert Aomine's trying-to-flirt face*
  • Kuroko: pfftt~ You're really funny Aomine-kun.
  • Aomine: Hey! I'm trying to flirt here! Don't make me feel embarrassed!
  • ______________________________
  • • Akashi Seijuro's Case •
  • Kuroko: Then if I'll give you the honor to kiss me, where would it be?
  • Akashi: Hmmm.. Come closer, I'll whisper it to you.
  • Kuroko: Okay. *Kuroko steps forward until his ear is reaching Akashi-kun's lips*
  • Akashi: It would be here- *bites Kuroko's earlobe then licks it*
  • Kuroko: A-akashi-kun! *steps backward* Akashi-kun you pervert!
  • Akashi: Only to you.
  • ==============================
  • Kiss on the forehead = Respect/Friendship/I comfort you
  • Kiss on the hand = I adore you/Friendship/Affection
  • Kiss on the nose = "You're cute."
  • Kiss on the lips = "I love you."
  • Kiss on the collarbone = Intimacy/A seductive gesture
  • Kiss on the earlobe = Passionate Sexual Intention/I want you

 fancy date :D