#boys!

[siddest]

redo of an old thing. I'm loving vector art lately, ever since i figured out how illustrator works

[waveofahand]

RIngo's vocals on "Boys" are so good

They're as tight as a band can be -- George is great, Ringo is passionate and doesn't miss a beat, and Paul is going off like a Roman candle in the background. It's so energetic, so fun, so authentically joyful. They loved what they did and it made them great. And they had no problem singing about boys in 1963. They wore suits but they were smashing conventions early and often. I insist that on the basis of this and "Please Mr. Postman" The Beatles get admitted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as one of the Greatest Girl Bands of all time!

[gemistar-888]

Knock Knock, Boys! Ep 1

[na7na]

[kaleidoscopeminds]

Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford of 5 Seconds of Summer attend the 2023 BMG Pre-Grammy Party on February 01, 2023

[professorsta]

As someone with a big ego, Shane laughing off every insult Ryan shoots at him is so attractive to me

[pearlsofme]

Currently with Into the Mist

Another peak into the original work I've been doing, this time with our lover boy's pov. Lover Boy and his baby brother, as they prepare for our Princess' arrival.

I love their playful dynamic, which will be a big part of Tormund's story. How they rely on each other, and why. Their backstory, that is, and the family dynamics at play. I’m not certain how much of it will survive once the final product is finished and edits have been made, but I’m gonna write it anyways because it’s part of the world building and I deeply love that ish! 🥹

“How am I to hide this, Gunth?”

“It is likely she will not see.” 

“Are a woman’s eyes truly so blind?”

“Perhaps not blind,” He utters, shifting forward in the saddle, “But shielded. Veiled, by our efforts combined.”

I say nothing to that, humming in thought.

“Do not worry your heart over it. I expect she shall be too enraptured by your beauty to mind much else.”

I roll my eyes, but my anxieties wane some at the snicker which leaves his lips.

“Keep her well in bed and our efforts need not be so mighty.”

“Must you always be so crass?” I admonish, watching him grin and abide me with a tilt of his head.

“Were I not, I fear our lives would be far more grating.” Gunthar licks his lips, surveying the people we pass. Roths, some who arrived some time before today, their clothing clean and bellies fat, but their faces still worry with the war. Gunthar acknowledges them with a small grin, causing the young maidens to blush. “Besides, you will hail my reverie once your bride arrives. My spirit makes for widely desired company amongst our royal guests.”

“The Princess will not be a guest, brother.” I say it sternly, though I know he hears the amusement in my tone. “She is your future Queen, to be sat at my side when I presume the Seat of Valbren.”

“I do not forget the Lady’s pedigree, nor imply any disrespect. I only speak to her comforts as a newcomer in our Court.”

I nod. I knew what he meant; the warning given perhaps more than was necessary. But it was as much a reminder for him as it was for me.