do you ever write so much, it feels like verdant rivulets of your love for your bae become percipient of naught but your wanderlust in the bioluminescence of tears and pain?
constellations laid like moth eggs betwixt your collarbone and your thighs dot a new galaxy of love that is false, vainglorious, even!
you stagger, fall to your knees, like the moon and stars burrowed into your ribcage where “what the fuck!” is trying to bear new fruit fucks - - fucks - - - fucks - - like a waterfallbleeding from your body until you are given the prophecy: -you are no more than a fad like Pokémon-
your blood poisoned by your own hubris raining -like a stupid caesura shining, a sun full-monty booty that blinds anyone who looks directly-
right in the heart of the flooding rivers, an oceanouroboros set on your destruction
Okay, but what if Carolyn Knapp-Shappey is aromantic?
Just bear with me for a moment. We all know how Carolyn has been married twice, and in Limerick she accidentally reveals that she might be interested in meeting someone. And then, of course, she actually meets Herc - who soon becomes her ‘man she knows’. (There’s no way she will have him called her boyfriend to her face, thank you very much.)
Think about it. Carolyn, who can’t bear the thought of being soppy, or anything as silly as ‘romantic’. Carolyn, who sounds vaguely uncomfortable whenever Herc tries to surprise her with one of his misjudged attempts at a romantic gesture. Carolyn, who can’t even bring herself to call what they have a romantic relationship.
Yes, all of this can quite obviously be put down to her need to prove herself as the alpha dog - a strong, independent woman who’s over and done with the world being explained to her by a man. Or maybe, just maybe, it might as well be that she’s a romance-repulsed aromantic - though not asexual - who doesn’t have the first idea that romantic and sexual attraction are two entirely different things, and that she may be experiencing only one out of two.
(And yes, I am perfectly aware this is just me trying to find aromantic representation within one of my favourite fandoms. My point still stands though.)
Hello. How would Finland react to his outgoing and fun female crush, giving him a teddy bear on valentines day, and asking him to be her boyfriend. (Love your writing and blog, it's amazing)
He would be absolutely thrilled. He would hug them tightly and smile brightly at them, saying “Thank you!” over and over again. He knew that it was just a simple teddy bear, but what mattered was that they rememebered him on such a special day.
fhdghdjkd but just imagine Clarke coming back to the bedroom at the end of the day and finding Lexa asleep in the bathtub. Submerged from the neck down, face completely relaxed and deprived of the usual tension she carries, hair pulled up in a messy bun that leaves her neck exposed. The light from the sunset bathes her with a warm, orange glow, and she’s so beautiful it hurts. So beautiful that Clarke’s first instinct is to want to draw her. Her fingers itch to immortalize that beauty on paper. But then her care and concern prevail. She places a finger in the water and notices how it’s barely even lukewarm anymore, and she doesn’t know whether to be more annoyed at Lexa for falling asleep in the water and risking to get her ass frozen, or more moved by how soft and vulnerable lexa looks like that, passed out after what was most definitely an extremely exhausting day. the latter wins. So she walks up to Lexa and gently, wakes her up. Fingers tenderly brushing her cheeks and jaw, her name uttered softly, maybe even a little kiss on her temple. And finally when Lexa stirs and her eyes heavy with sleep open and meet Clarke’s, Clarke smiles, warm and comforting. “Come to bed with me?” Lexa just nods once, turning her face of barely an inch to nuzzle at Clarke’s palm. After Clarke has helped her out of the tub and she’s dried herself up, they settle on the bed, wrapped around each other. Lexa falls back asleep immediately, and Clarke isn’t far behind her, wondering how it’s possible to fall in love with someone all over again every single day.
i mean i’m in my twenties now, dreams shouldn’t upset me. but last night there you were where i could touch you and it hurt remembering in the morning. it’s a funny thing to love someone like you. to love this diamond when you are only dust. it’s a funny thing and my heart aches, and aches, and aches for it.
I am not selling my art anywhere except society6 (currently) && I have not given anyone permission to sell/reproduce/distribute my art.
So basically aside from the few (like, 6 pcs lol – and that’s just because people wanted me to put them up for sale) prints up on my society6, I make no money off of my art as I only make them purely for my (and the fandom’s) enjoyment.
If you see anyone selling my art, please do not buy from them as they most likely stole it from me and are unfairly making money off of it. Also I would appreciate it if you report them to the proper personnel (if it is at a con or something) or tell me (if you saw it online).
IDK what to feel about this because I’ve been getting a lot of reports about this happening lately so aaaah ;;; I don’t want to upload smaller res art because I want people to be able to look at them properly so I think I should just make the watermarks more visible? I don’t knowww hahaha omg this is all new to me
I’m sure someone else has designed a box-head Mettaton but I wanted to have a go at it. Yes, that’s his adorable news reporting suit because I can’t say no to lots of red. I really like this design so far! Poor Frisk has to suffer through this fab dweeb’s BS. Please help them.