#and a bit lonely

[bicayaya]

am i ready to come back?

[mentallyillastrophelfreak]

It's December, and I'm still a James kinnie.

I still don't have a Regulus Black in my life.

I still don't have a Sirius Black in my life.

I still don't have a Remus Lupin in my life.

I still don't have a Marlene Mckinnon in my life.

Not even a Pandora Rosier.

Basically, I'm still single.

[drysauce]

guess which loser is sitting alone in a mall trying not to cry

[occudo]

Long time no see, Peter

Redraw of this from last year

[paintedcrows]

Some Fords! (and Martin K Blackwood is also there)

[bowenoke]

not a real hc i have abt the watchers its just that the sentence "the watchers top surgeried grian" is so so funny to me.

I was gonna apologize for the accidental horror but I did remember that this is the story where they beat each other to death so like

[risibledeer]

happy christmas or merry holidays <3

i threw symbolism on this thing like glitter on a school diorama.

[artsymeeshee]

Second-guessing

[ellie722]

just a little something about Sevi with an artist lover..

You’re too absored in the way your pencil scratches against the paper as you sketch Sevika,her sharp jaw as she leans her head to the side,the way her body curves against the small couch in an effort to fit in and her relaxed expression. She’s lazily lounging on the couch watching a shitty romcom she claims she put on just because,you really like it and she doesn’t really care what she watches as long as you’re together.In reality you have conditioned her into your way of living and it’s cute how much she’s enjoying it..

“You’re drawing again?” Her voice rings through your ears and this time when you lift your head up to observe her she’s staring right back at you. You crack a guilty smile as you avoid her stare. It’s not that Sevika is angry at you for drawing her or anything.. she’s just a little shy,because she’s smart enough to realise how much observations is put into sketches like this,studying the subject till you can replicate it,and the thought of you staring at her for minutes on end with that little frown between your eyebrows gets her a little self conscious.

“Could’ve told me y’know,would’ve picked a sexier pose or something.” She amused,trying to hide her awkwardness.

“You’re always sexy,Sev.” You close your sketchbook shut,setting everything down to jump right next to Sevika on the couch and show her the love she deserves.

[hinamie]

god, i wish i knew you back when i was a kid / but when you stare into me now, it feels like i did

[moodyseal]

This was supposed to be for yesterday's prompt of TOApril but since it's far more related to TSATS than to TOA here it is as random art 😔👊

Take this as a "TSATS but Apollo doesn't revert back to being an absent father" AU

[hephaestiions]

y'all ever think about how ronan lived because declan loved him btw

[mentallyillastrophelfreak]

my story pt.1

I used to have no friends at all cause I was always quiet and just watched. Now, the elders would ask me who I'm usually with or shouldn't I be with my friends that day – I either break down when I'm unwell, or just smile sheepishly knowing that I don't have any.

People would tell me that if I tried to open up more then maybe I wouldn't feel so lonely. I did try, though, once. It didn't go well. But then, I decided to try again. I said hi daily to anyone, or I try to smile even the slightest at people who actually acknowledge me. Then I tried starting a conversation with this guy who was feminine, but not gay.

Next thing I knew, I had friends. I connected with people. I enjoyed my time with them and looked forward to meeting up with them. It was nice. And I was always there to comfort them because they have crappy self esteem and have mental issues. I was their mom and therapist friend. It was nice. All was well.

Until I got sick, but I still went to school. I was so tired and I kept coughing and sniffling a lot. I was so tired that I couldn't talk to anyone, and even if I tried, it's so hard to even talk. I made an excuse to my feminine guy friend that I'm sick and that I won't be able to hang out with them properly for a while. He barely glanced at me or acknowledged me. It was fine. It's just probably my head messing with me.

The only person who ever forced a mutter out of me or even a half smile was the boy sitting next to me. I really loved him, like really loved him, but he was with someone else so I'm hopeless. He liked to annoy me and by doing that, it forces a smile out of me. But then again, I was barely talking.

Three days later, I was still sick. But I had improved cause I was actually smiling without any reason again. Until that afternoon my mood shifted and I lashed out on my friend by yelling at him to stop being a...you know. Then I made him cry. I. Made. Him. Cry. I was so freaking ashamed of myself and I tried to apologized but he didn't accept it. I hated myself so much that I went on complete silent and I didn't participate on my next class. The pain of my own words cut into every part of my body so deeply, especially my head. My head felt like it was being banged by a rock. Plus, our lesson was about self-consciousness. I hated the world and myself.

Then after that period, the boy beside me decided to annoy me again. I was staring outside, frowning, and you know what he did? He stared at me for a long time, then mirrored what I was doing; then when I looked away to look down on my hand, which I was writing on, he did the same. I noticed everything and I couldn't help but look at him, smile like a fool, and think "I love you so much dammit."

Until I noticed that I had difficulty breathing. I started rubbing on my chest cause it hurt and my breathing picked up. The boy noticed and asked if what was wrong. I told him I couldn't breathe and forced me to drink water. But it was getting worse. My head was racing with so many things I couldn't think properly. Then the pain was getting unbearable that tears started filling my eyes, and the boy had to call on our adviser, cause, gosh, I was crying.

They took both my arms, then I started hyperventilating. I gasped for breath as tears streamed down my eyes and all I could think of is holding on to the boy with me. They took me to the school clinic and was cold, stiff and numb all over. Before the boy left, I looked at him one last time and thought, 'im so glad that it's you who saw this.'

When I was alone, I left the clinic without anyone knowing then went back to the classroom. My mom found me and made me took a pill before she had to leave. I started crying again, and the boy listened to me ramble about random stuff. And this girl who's always quiet, was the only one who helped me too. And you know those other friends I talked to? Barely cared. Ignored me.

Then I start to wonder, 'was I just the second option?'

[c-kiddo]

thinking abt this .. the panic :( the way he just holds onto himself :( just tells himself theres work to do : (

also look at the little beetle carapace belle left for him :(((((

[caramelldansenu]

bonus sketches

kittys first sneeze

[nothingbizzare]

Cold winds and warm hands