Sorry for saying something blasphemous but...Boo York Boo York is a mess.

— some sort of doctrine in which you're already missed

bisexualdomtorreto / tinyhappy / the worm king’s lullaby - richard siken / in a dream you saw a way to survive - clementine von radics , for m - mikko harvey / the world is ending - judas h. / loose lips - kimya dawson / arcuiedbrunestud / scp-6476 - tsercele / catalogue of unabashed gratitude - ross gay / no one belongs here more than you - miranda july / creatinghelen / the light that shines when things end -  iaon s. thomas

Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen closing out the 2023 F1 opening credits. 🎥: F1

"Non paeniteo potitus."

+ details & process

And, process !!

The jump btwn the second to last and last always surprise me whenever I make one of these because I always forget to take snapshots after I start painting. It's always like: oh yeah heres the lineart with some colors- BOOM fully finished✨️

What he's holding are the Austrian imperial scepter and orb, seen below:

I was going to draw the crown too but decided I don't hate myself that much(maybe some other day), and gave him a golden laurel crown, bcs I'm obsessed with that as a motif, and also its very remincient of the boy king statue that started this whole thing!

There's some symbolism of this, both intentionally but also just historically. I love that the orb represents that the monarch is holding the world in their hand, basically every old monarchy has one of those, and I think it's very cool for symbolism. But also bcs of that, I was forced to basically draw catholic fanart so, you win some you lose some. The star halo above him head is both to reference those religious statues with star crowns(I saw them a lot in Europe and they imprinted onto my brain), as well as: his four championships of course!

Inej to Kaz, heartbroken: And how will you have me? Gloves on? Fully clothed? Head turned so our lips will never touch?

Jesper in every fanfic to the exact same conditions: That sounds hot.

Alex unironically loves wicked sorry I don’t make the rules

why have all my friendships been not oh i like you the most :) but well all other people are comparatively worse so let's be friends

husbands taking care of bojan🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

i know its a trope thats been done many times before but god if im not so fucking weak for it though.................................

ideas: i didn't really think of him being underwater but they deserve to have drama by crying there too so i just think you could say something about the composition being denser than water or w/e. proteins

i'm always like good thing he didn't try to exit asap via swimming in ciao alberto But What If He Did lol. just swim Somewhere else along the coast, maybe panic about [money??] & whether somehow this ruins school for luca, whether he can get in touch w/o it being On Sight b/w him & all marcovaldos, consider just kind of trying out other places, traveling after all...fascinating considering the other povs on the issue like: now there's the paguros to sympathize w/a kid vanishing, luca however in a somewhat more novel position there, giulia's throwback to alberto being a bit perplexing lmao, kind of thinking the best massimo could do is have a prewritten letter for luca to give to alberto If Possible, conveying something like i know you didn't set my livelihood on fire on purpose but even if you did i'd want you to stay. and luca in a position to do all of "maybe give the island fun facts so someone can check if he's there" & "wait & hope alberto can/does get in touch" & "have a lot of feelings"....not even the context of what this drawing is about necessarily, just tacking it on here anyways. ahead of time i went "heh now i Know they're gonna have it get little Real here b/c it's really about alberto wanting the security of feeling he can 'earn' a sustained relationship" then the short cleared & i was lying completely dead on the pavement

finally created my own little world, goodbye

Me, in tears: communication is key to a good relationship, communication is key to a good relationship, communication is-

guess who just added an annotation on the genius website on an ‘around the pomegranate’ lyric bc they realized what it meant a while ago at like 3 fucking am while trying to eat some margaret cookies (and ended up wanting to Cry) !!!!! this guyyyyy

the lyric is “hope you were good and watch you—”

meaning below but warning for the mention of techno’s passing

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“hope you were good” – wilbur hoping techno would be and was okay while battling cancer

“and watch you—” ,,, pass away .

a bit of an angst with my blorbos <3333

Those Auntie talks go crazy

Timeloop au snippet

Lucien had always been quick, but in his own territory, rattled to the point of a constant knives edge since Feyre’s kidnapping, Tamlin was quicker. Snapping the door shut, wards of the house slamming down, containing them all in one place.   “Lucien.”   Nesta’s hand slid beneath his shirt, gesture hidden, aligned to the scarred skin of his back in silent apology.   “Tam,” Lucien swallowed. “I can explain.”   Flowers blooming in his eyes- a lord of becoming, a lord of mad folly, Lucien’s friend of centuries, torn apart trying to rescue the woman he loved from what he knew to be only one of the most feared creatures in Prythian.   Slowly, Tamlin sank back against the door, furious expression muddling into a muted horror.   Both palms pressed over his eyes, he said, in a gentle sort of voice Lucien had frankly forgotten he was even capable of. “You’re her sister. The one she wrote to.”   “Yes.” Steel in the word, but also- Nesta slid out from behind him in exaggerated human slowness, coming back onto her feet to raise her chin in what read, to faery eyes, as warning. “And I wrote back. Lucien answered.”   Unreadable, Tamlin dropped his hands to stare at her. “Did he?” “Tam”- “My sister loves you,” Nesta said, right over Lucien. “So much so we let her go again, because she could not bare a world where she had not tried to save you. I couldn’t reach out, not to you, not after all that happened to her. But I couldn’t stand not knowing if she was alright.”   With his real guilt, Lucien fell into his role.   “They deserved to know,” Lucien told him, quiet, unable to stop himself from smiling, just a little, at her unwavering expression.   Tamlin caught it. Of course he did- Lucien was an excellent liar, but he wasn’t even trying.   “And now,” he said, tipping his head between them, “You”-   “Yes.” Nesta said.   The High Lord of Spring heaved a sigh, scent of roses rising through the air. Tired, stricken- but then he smiled. “You cannot be blamed for that.”

today on "you literally shouldn't judge a book by its cover," i thought this book:

was just your run-of-the-mill teen romance book

nope, found out it's smut

very, very smutty

and because of this cover ACTUAL MIDDLE SCHOOLERS ARE READING IT

RESEARCH YOUR BOOKS BEFORE YOU PUT THEM IN THE SECTION FOR YOUNG GIRLS