this didn't turn out well

flower cloak.

Eh, close enough…

Happy Easter!


wow such struggle much pain no but seriously it’s supposed to be that headcanon where Remus tries to find a cure for his affliction and surprisingly there is one person willing to help him and not trying to poison Severus at the same time :)


open your heart to love, it is so worth the risk

for @inloveswan from your csss ♥

Her Skeleton Will Lie In The Chamber Forever…

I started listening to Welcome to Night Vale recently and I think I fell in love, thanks again for showing me this shit @silversatori! xD

I got curious if there was any fanart of him and checked out the tumblr tags (in hindsight maybe not the best idea, I might have spoilered myself a little lol) but I wanted to draw Cecil as well at least once and since for all I know he has little to no taste in fashion (like me) I crammed up some imo shitty looking clothes and threw them together in this doodle
And yes, that is a friggin Jat (jeans+hat)

My overall design for him as it is now isn’t really mine though, I just kind of threw together all kinds of designs I saw and liked and crammed it all up into this out of both lazyness and tiredness :’D

I know I’m hanging behind on things, but I hope that you’ll (after a too long period of not posting any art lmao) like it~

Damn this boy is so prettyyyyy…….. I need more of him next season

Guilty conscience

Request: “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” with Calum
Summary: Calum doesn’t treat you the way you deserve and you’re done


The front door closes with a bang, and you’re left with silence and a thudding pain in your chest. You swallow thickly and your eyes lift to the clock on the wall. The handle points to 3:27am, and a shiver runs through you.

The sheer idea of going back to bed alone is insufferable, and so is the silence, interrupted only by the ticking of the clock which, instead of being comforting, gets under your skin and makes you feel scratched raw. Or maybe that’s the words Calum hurled at you.

Eventually you find your way to the couch, and collapse on it. There’s a blanket there, where you and Calum left it yesterday after cuddling as you watched TV. Exhaustion hits you hard, and you feel yourself slip away into sleep, your heart heavy.


You wake up to warmth. A sleepy moan escapes you as you bury your head into the soft, firm heat of your pillow. A hand runs gently through your hair, and you’re suddenly awake, staring into the surprised eyes of Calum.

Keep reading