#not draw

[flowerplushie]

Plushie’s Super-Free Brushpack

I’ve been getting requests to share my brushes for a while. Here’s my favorites, mainly custom by me, but also including an all-time favorite by Georgvw. Enjoy!

[ask-hetalia-ivan]

Russia Do You Draw

I am afraid that I do not. I have never been able to draw very well. I admire most artists. Like Italy. He is very talented. Maybe I will ask him to teach me sometime. I wonder if he would say yes.

[somemismatchedsocks]

Socks im also curious abt ur poetry……… i love poetry >:]

hnngggg fine AUGH

you guys have broken me down. I was gonna post PLANETARY! but it's like 3-4 pages long on a google doc so idk about that. So have Criticism to Her Gossip. sorry most of my poems are really long. this one is only like a page and a half though.

disclaimer, the poem cant format correctly on Tumblr as I intended. I'll put a screenshot below so you may have a better idea of what it's supposed to read as. however, since Tumblr ruins quality I'll copy and paste it under cut as well.

“Criticism to Her Gossip”

A shame. My mother was a lonely woman. My mother called me an angel.

I could hear her humming watering her white-bred orchids behind the ivy wall.

My mother once raised me to believe that

Stars were stalls where the midnight souls sold their weary wares.

My mother

Was raised by a woman alone. She had ash and dust for a father 

Who blew plumes of starlint and smoke. 

Spotted geckos buried into 

her spine, crawling up and

Burrowing homes into the nape of her neck.

They would trip the light fantastic in the cavity of her chest,

Singing songs that were too throaty for the native tongue.

As a little girl I held the soft flesh of your speckled

Sagging beautiful skin 

in the angles of my palms

 I once thought that the look you managed to

reply with was an adumbrate to

maybe something beautiful

I find myself overusing that term with her.

In which my soft feet would fit right onto the branches of the lemon tree

And so I’d climb to pick the ripest flesh,          pores from the yellow rind 

Dotted with red ants. Me, my mother and hers would all squat scrubbing 

Course white salt into cabbage heads in beer crates, sipping rice wine in the

Evening right under the rattling fan. 

My mother smells of acetone and sweat, dotting her brow and upper lip,

Cuticles swollen and blistered from hours 

Clocked in.

My mother once pointed at the wine dark sky reminding, warning,

We would only be allowed to become brighter versions of ourselves once

We let truth into our greedy souls like the first breath of space, rushing into 

The previously lonely existence. 

My mother drunkenly mumbled into my ear, leaning against the lotto vending machine, asking me for my lucky numbers.

4, 7, 30. 

She threw her hair back and shook her head. My mother once told me I was her angel.

But I didn't have wings. So my mother said to bring her wood and a reason and she’d build me

A ladder and so I could visit whenever she was gone but lonely

[ishouldreallybeelsewhere]

this whole year i’ve been wishing for a new inspiration or smth,, like what my chemical romance was for me when i started art. i thought it might have been tma, but that turned out to not be visual enough. i found it tho,,, in Merlin of all places,, a show that i once watched as it aired, and have fallen in love with time and time again, serves me now not only as an inspiration for writing, but for drawing as well. and it comes at a time where i have nothing but free time and a desire to create :) i couldn’t be happier

[owlmam]

Please

Can Someone tell me that we got season2!? If this end at ep 10, my existential crisis gonna haunt me about this

I’m scared i can’t handle 2 last episode

[fieldsofpoppies-in-salt-air]

why is there so much fanart of Sirius and Regulus as kids (not that I'm complaining) but very very little of the Black sisters I'm :(

I want cute fanart of Bellatrix and Andromeda meeting Cissy for the first time idk

[aniki-777]

I have a little big obsession with Michael uh....