this is a bad blog if you dont like flowey

Books / Charlie. He/him. 30s. Feel free to send me comments, questions, tagging requests, etc.

[flowisk]

too much OLD stuff at this blog and I want to use tumblr a bit more again my main blog is now itsthegrimweeper new art blog is chuckeedle

[flowisk]

genuinely considering making a whole new tumblr account and archiving this one. once you've had an account for 10 years and return and reconsider using tumblr it's like, this place is unseemly if i do, i'll mention it here lol

[anglerfl3sh]

I love post like "you all are against rich people until they're a fictional character" because it's completely true. I am against rich people until it's a fictional character. I don't think liking Scrooge McDuck makes someone a class traitor

[7cipher]

a very colorful loneliness

[heyitskoye]

Roman Roy dog motif strikes again

[gingergeepers]

Waystar Royco X Sanrio 🎀🩵📈💸

[corxoran]

My best friend’s favorite number is nine.

[midlabs]

werent we the stars in heaven? werent we the salt in the sea?

[marshasklein]

(x) (x)

[oneheadtoanother]

[leviathan-the-boy]

He takes off the shirt and there's another one that says "I'm not a perfect mom"

[roughnews]

happy trans day of visibility

[flowisk]

the way people talk in fandoms is so tiring lmao. i've suffered it before in the past, but so many people are just... so entitled to free art or fic i'm sorry

[leghorned]

HE FROM ON HIGH RAVING EVERYMAN

STRANGER-IN-BATHROOM STAIRMASTER

disco elysium-inspired portraits, thoughts below

kendall — the boy prince with a crown of thorns, imprisoned at the top. he overlooks the city, painfully distant from it all. a reflection in broken glass haunts him; his father, the waiter, himself. shattered and bloodied and dripping onto him still. so high and so blue, a puzzle barely together. his gaze tells you he knows how pathetic he is.

connor — the relatable uber-rich. the eldest son, forgotten, overtaken by the background. his political ambitions are yet another hobby to fill a void; his ranch, his wine, his presidency. he is pastel, faded, swathed in republican red that even then is all vanity. sees himself in screens. he is blowing away in the wind.

roman — doing the dirty work in the dirty room. he's ready to sling over offers and quick wit but there is a childishness about him, like he's scrawled in crayon. something's off, something's wrong with him and you can't figure out what exactly. he lives within it, then: slimy and blood-hot and close. his eyes dart around. the trained dog that might just bite when he's nervous.

shiv — all that effort to go nowhere. a girl with a pearl earring: wealthy, intriguing, unknowable. can't be bothered to face you fully, but baring her back in the process. bathed in the lines of light that her father gives her in inches. she is doomed to be pushed, and to be helped back up, which might be worse than the falling. exuding something sharp, startling, hot pink: forever pinky.

and if you got here... THANKS 4 reading & looking

[shivroy]

[fishinbusinesssuits]

i have forgiven waystar jesus

[fishinbusinesssuits]

a boy and his dog

[flowisk]

listen to you heart (no) youtube link