hi hello checking in to say i'm alive, just powering through some difficult family stuff and a rough chapter mentally. back in a bit! love you, miss you, be nice to each other x
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hi hello checking in to say i'm alive, just powering through some difficult family stuff and a rough chapter mentally. back in a bit! love you, miss you, be nice to each other x
Hello Hello Hello!!! Hardly ever get the chance to draw for me now it feels like. I have finals coming up and a boyfriend now lol. Doodles from the past few weeks!!
ill ramble under the cut
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bored out of my absolute MIND with finals rn. posting wippets here to at least pretend i can Be Creative rn. from the 'jamie gets hugged six ways to sunday' gift fic!
In the next moment, Jamie jolts, hard, as though he’s been pulled up from underwater, as though he’s been drowning this whole time and now someone’s finally decided to take him by the neck and yank. He can almost feel the release of water around him, the sudden shock of air, a return to the world where his feet are on the ground and the sun keeps rising and falling and his arm always pulls back, his knuckles always meet his Da’s cheek, his body always makes itself monstrous and untouchable. He’s out of Roy’s arms before he has a chance to wish he had remained where he was, skittering backwards across the street. He must look proper stupid, he thinks, bleary and half-formed—anyone peeking through their windows will see him on his arse, knees tucked to his chest, in the middle of the street, facing off against Roy fucking Kent as if it’s one year ago and they’re on the pitch, head to head, ghosts lingering in the space between them.
This is a longshot, would you be willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for much only need $370 rn to save my bloodsugar. please help me with a small donation or share any help can save my life.Please help & Blessings ❤
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ok so
my mother is southern and she calls putting on makeup "putting your face on"
and that made me think thoughts
breekon and hope: you ready nikola?
nikola: i'm still getting my face on!! hang on just a sec
*she turns around to reveal a half-drawn-on face and a paintbrush in one hand*
breekon and hope:
nikola: a lady's not dressed without her makeup
way to illustrate the fucking point of that first comment 🙈💀
drew w glasses appreciation post 🥺