sorry for all the ghosts

hello, all!

i’m sorry for my frequent absences and random appearances. life is a very long winding path and i keep getting myself lost. by which i mean mental illness is Quite An Experience, and being a barista takes up more time than you’d expect.

nevertheless! i promise im alive (for the most part) and i’m always thinking about all of you and all of my lovely friends! i’ve only missed one or two meetings (and sent enjolras bouquets to apologise).

i also think i accidentally lured a ghost into the apartment, and it’s broken a few of my mugs. currently trying to reason it into being the chill spirit companion everyone dreams of having. hopefully minus the broken dishware.

and there concludes the life update!!

-(love from) Jehan 🌿


those eyes (and eyelashes) should be made illegal tbh


Did I ever tell you how much I love drawing Zacharie

Except for the few, adorable moments he dedicated to kids, he walked that red carpet as if there was fire burning under his feet. Of all people, he had Simon Jones attached to his hip the entire time and that was only part of the horrible company he had to endure throughout the evening. And yet no Danielle, who’d be always so very willing, alongside him. Beautiful, but tense, dedicated to nicest fans but mostly detached, he might have nothing to promote but a dubious girl band project coming up and yet he could have made a good use of such a fitting opportunity to bask a bit in the spotlight, get a little more attention, spread his enthusiasm about his personal and professional moves. Instead he ran faster than Forrest Gump, chose not to discuss anything of what is publicly associated with him at the moment. Why? Is he as private and shy as Danielle shielding the wrong side of her face from the mean mean paps? 

One day it’ll end, but today isn’t obviously that day. And calling that a happy, free, willing Louis is like attending a Donald Trump convention and judging him a wise, competent, upright person.


No, I… I shouldn’t!!!

Second thought!!! Maybe…

You guys are lying…

I… I need a minute to think…

Benson’s insecurity