#always messy

[superchat]

[katiecaro]

[chrysanthimom]

psst

[take-care-with-your-glasses]

*Separates the layers by name to draw specific things on each one on the lineart*

*Adds details on whatever layer and still needs to look in which layer the ugly line she drew is on*

[rainbowcidy]

my hair really is this wild 24/7. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[imaharrie]

I just found a video of me drunk at mcdonalds stealing some fries from someone else’s tray

[hadncchoice]

fifty reasons to touch someone +16

fifty reasons to touch someone || @darkbleeds​       -   to distract  

            it’s finals week again, another long end of a year and he goes back to being the perfect malfoy pawn at the manor, all prim and proper and carrying out the tasks of his precious father.  he’s got a mark on his arm that pulls him whenever the dark lord beckons, and between that and keeping up his grades and --    taro,   it had been a long, long few weeks.      he’s alone for the time being, or so he thought, nose buried into a textbook he usually memorized.   but this time the words blur and they don’t make much sense, writing the same line over and over again that eventually he tossed down his quill and buries his face into his hands.            ‘’         this is    pointless.         ‘’     

            he doesn’t have to look up to know he’s being watched, can feel those eyes boring right down to his bones.   taro could catch his soul if draco looked him in the eye long enough.   he has no patience, it seems, and he shoots his professor a dangerous little squint from between his fingers.          ‘’             yes,      professor?         or would you prefer me to call you something a little more risque today?        ‘’   he’s mouthy and he knows it, and where there was distance there isn’t anymore, can feel the whisper of his breath so close to his neck it sends a shiver straight down his spine, where it settles ; soon ignited into flames as taro’s fingers slither across the back of his neck.    they’re like fire and gasoline, draco’s flame so dull until he’s touched by this god and merlins sometimes it’s like he can’t even breathe, suffocated by taro whole.   he hasn’t even kissed him yet and he’s already chasing the breath he knows he’ll lose.  

            it’s such an odd feeling, really, how this man of destruction somehow can put this troubled soul to rest, and as he tugs the hair at the nape of draco’s neck to make him look up, he’s never felt more at ease than he does with him.    whatever worry he had seems to fade, if just for the moment.     a perfectly carved god who’s got his eyes on him, and the blonde can’t help but smile ; cheek finding it’s way into the palm of a man who could kill him with a snap of his fingers.  lips press to his wrist, the lowly drum of a pulse beneath, draco sighs, as if now he can finally rest.   

           ‘’          i was wondering ...   when you were going to come and find me.       ‘’

[truelovenic]

One of the most terrifying experiences is having a sudden sneezing attack in public when you're on your period