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i wish i had more time and energy to draw ... right now i only have a miserable sopping wet eve from 1x05
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One of the most underrated but significant things about Morrigan's relationship to Jupiter is how even when everything is crazy and situations are even risky or straight up dangerous, she has always been able to say she trusts him. From their first meeting in Crow Manor to the end of Hollowpox (present), whenever she faces where her confidence truly is, she can always say she trusts him implicitly. And she has always told him so to his face with little to no hesitation.
Now imagine, just imagine, the pain, the absolute heartbreak if one day her growing, changing, impressionable inner being yields too much under nefarious influences, her fortress of confidence is cracked, and when he asks her like so many times before, "Do you trust me?" looking right into her soul with his tender, knowing blue eyes, and she comes face to face with deepest honesty and speaks the one earth-shattering word, "No." What if? Just, what if?
Can you imagine how much his heart would break? How he'd leave the room in a heavy silence of disappointment, because suddenly he's about to cry like never before and second guess everything he's ever done.
All the years and stress and investigation and work to rescue her and take care of her and to prove to one young Wundersmith that she is not a curse on anyone, all the care, the love, the late nights and early mornings he's sacrificed sleep to be involved in something important for her, the glowing hopes for who she's becoming - all reduced to the dust of disappointment with a word. Every trusting look exchanged between them, every affectionate interaction that made him almost forget she wasn't his own daughter - all crashing down like the pink sailing ship chandelier, only this time, it's his Crow that has broken.
And Morrigan - I'm sure she'd be at least a little hurt herself to realize it was true.
I hate it so much, but I'm somehow I'm afraid it might happen.
they're in their early thirties and life has been a little boring.
it's like a dream come true.
(and we're all going to be n i c e because this is my first time drawing them fully digital, and im using a free app and my finger)
love is about sacrifices and those sacrifices are 1 wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day so your sun-sensitive boyfriend looks more normal and 2 wearing a sweater vest even though it's too hot for september because you're boyfriend needs to conceal his wings with pullovers
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"You have beautiful eyes"
i never put these versions here, how curious.
the season is quickly coming upon us, and i am more than willing to take suggestions
the cave
as a result of evanna lynch's comments defending Rowling i am now going to write a fanfiction detailing luna lovegoods journey in becoming a trans woman
im here
inspired by @henreyettah 's art i have this au idea where Natasha survives the vampire attack and tries to navigate her own struggles and raising her son. things get more complicated when Davey keeps running campaigns to get her removed as headmaster. then a young boy with exceptional power turns up and turns everything upside down.
"No. There is only me. There is only my way. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender.”
thank you for 16 followers!! you are all very kind!!
apologies for the inactivity!! i had to work on school things and such. ill get back to otgw posting soon, for now here's an alien girl named daya
"The money takes my mind off the troubles, the soul-crushing loneliness."
"Oh well. You'll join us someday."
I drew this during the worst of a thunderstorm
this is the most interaction one of my posts has ever gotten and i just wanted to thank you all for the kind words
"I'm the Highwayman, And I make ends meet"
I want to draw all the townspeople that were in that tavern one day, but here's the Highwayman for now.
They weren’t lying that gentle wind can beckon through the leaves
as autumn colors fall?