
JVL
official daine visual archive

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🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Stranger Things

if i look back, i am lost
art blog(derogatory)
Claire Keane
noise dept.
EXPECTATIONS
almost home
KIROKAZE
Xuebing Du
todays bird
Mike Driver

tannertan36
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@allister-291
「Rapier」
Sigh it’s so hard being so gorgeous/ugly, funny/annoying, an angel/the most horrible person alive, so lovable/the unwanted friend in the group, perfect/severely mentally ill, etc.
The Kelpie by Herbert James Draper (1913)
do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time
sam sax, hydrophobia
ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous
v.e. schwab, the invisible life of addie larue
i exist i exist i exist, flatsound
john cameron mitchell, hedwig and the angry inch
I will NEVER not fuck with women using a traditionally masculine title. Tell me more about that girl that's also a prince.
NO!!!! Characters accepting their sexuality will kill the patient.... She needs deep repression narratives to live
which oc would risk everything to save the person closest to them?
which oc loves talking about themselves?
which oc would regret choosing immortality immediately?
How polite is your character?
What does your character do to relax?
How does your OC show a high amount of trust in someone?
What is your character's sense of style like?
What happens when someone violates your OC's personal space?
Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.