Look! A Distraction!

Hello all and welcome to my Tumblr! I basically just reblog things and occasionally post my art and whatnot! Enjoy!

[sentientsky]

repeating this to myself forever and ever

[kosmogrl]

daily affirmations:

no one is watching me all the time

[zarahartist]

Seraphine (they/them). New dnd character.

[aidashakur]

[velvetvexations]

[sickfrr]

Feeling like you’re too much and not enough at the exact same time, every fucking second.

[nastywizard]

Is that a trebuchet in your pants or are you just happy to siege me

[marlynnofmany]

*giant wind gust outside*

Me: “Don’t say it.”

My Brain:

[arkanfire]

Back on my inktober bullshit. Day 1: Mustache

[shalpilot]

The Process

[mynowherenothing]

At least we have laying down

[i-am-a-fish]

I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything

[the-frightening-ghoul]

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[goopygamer9000]

[thebirdandhersong]

Absolutely horrid that a 10hr sleep does not cure you of all that ails you

[andrewkmar]

Tending the garden

[arkanfire]

I've FINALLY reached the chapter where Rúin and Thorin first kiss and OUAGH THATS SOME GOOD STUFF

I'll be real with you I don't even remember when that happens. This story is like a fever dream at this point. BUT I'm forever glad that you like it enough to reread it multiple times 😂

[spikyiwaizumi]

the issue with writing for yourself is that you will get sucked into rereading your own fic over and over and pretend it’s “editing,” but really you’re just reading because it’s exactly what you want to read. because you wrote it. for you.

[findingfeather]

and then you will be like why does this asshole never finish anything god

[which-ocs]

reblog this with one random line of dialogue from your current WIP

[shotechis]

“Sarn Ford scared me, Kit,” Tirnel said, his eye softening. “Your mother would’ve never forgiven me if I had allowed harm to come to you. And neither had I.”

[inkedmoth]

There was a beat as Irviniel processed Boromir’s words. At which point her head whipped about, staring across the crowds and rapidly clocking where Aragorn was. “He’s Thorongil?”

[arkanfire]

She raises an eyebrow, “Are you a murderer?” 

“Well, no,” I admit, tucking a strand of dark hair behind my ear. Not in this life, anyway. “But he didn’t even ask.”

[dogpuppy]