I can I can, do I do I?
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature
Stranger Things
Peter Solarz
ojovivo
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Show & Tell
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
dirt enthusiast

@theartofmadeline
cherry valley forever

Kaledo Art

tannertan36
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macklin celebrini has autism
AnasAbdin

Janaina Medeiros
todays bird
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@aylickz
I can I can, do I do I?
junji ito redraws
💚🧡🩷❤️
The Watcher’s Crown
Yo! It’s Grubby Jesus! (Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London)
[ID: Digitally painted Magnus Archives fanart in the style of an old illuminated illustration. Jon is a thin brown man with thick, long wavy hair wearing dark robes. He stands in profile and holds a tape recorder to his chest while turning to look behind him. He has a stylized white third eye on his forehead, and a gold circle backs his head. End ID]
Maxfield Parrish (American, 1870-1966), Winter Night Landscape (Two Tall Pines), c.1956-58. Oil on Masonite, 18 ½ x 16 in.
Burning
Saying Goodbye for Now
trying and hilariously failing to participate in bdsm with harry houdini
A Country House by Sin jong hun
Growing Pains
tickytok
Self portrait “Growing Pains” bc growing up hurts and we all know it
Happy 10th anniversary to my favorite show
Thank you for bringing me so much joy and happiness, and a lot of awesome characters I can relate to 💛
With Jake the realistic Dog and Finn the Human
drawing is just telling myself "i make the rules this is my art" for hours at a time
my favorite thing is that in every iteration of Finn the Human, he has daddy issues
I savored in the miracle of being able to watch him openly, to enjoy the play of dappled light on his limbs, the curving of his back as he dove beneath the water. Later, we lay on the riverbank, learning the lines of each others bodies anew. This, and this and this. We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing but each other.
Patrochilles on Pelion. Madeline Miller, Song Of Achilles.