What goes on in my head: oh my god I have the perfect scene to write for this part!! it’s gonna be so good and well pieced together and beautiful and my readers are gonna explode bc of the pace and genius of it!
what I end up writing: Jack angrily grabs at the chair and tosses it aside. “I’m angry.” He says, angrily.
This is niche as fuck but I love 17th and 18th century pictures of women selling things on the street. Fish, fruit, pies….anything. They’re always standing there, basket leant against their hips, messy smile, dimpled arms, sparky look, tits might just be peeping out for a gander, shouting charming vulgarity…..goals
I’ve been waiting to post this for ages so it could go up with the chapter it’s from and AT LAST!!! Happy Friday the 13th! (at least it is for me here)
My 2nd commissioned piece from @bev-nap who is a literal goddess among mortals. Look at this. Look at my grumpy son, isn’t he gorgeous?! I’m still squealing internally and externally over this and I don’t think I’ll be done anytime soon ^_^
Manila traffic gets worse with each passing day. I doodled this in the car ride home and it came out pretty okay, so I decided to post it here! But come on Cheritz, this man is so bloody blessed, its unfair. Musically-inclined people are goals;; I can’t sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to save my life.
If you’re curious (youprobablyaren’t), the first three days of school were chill, but I can see it escalating pretty quickly. Not too long before I’m basically Jaehee, just y’all wait and watch me scrambling to submit all my science reports on time.