#blond lashes

[kryptikal]

I'm so addicted to drawing his pretty eyes with blond lashes 😩

[turnipoddity]

IM IN LOVE WITH DR GORDON AND HIS LONG ASS EYELASHES U GIVE HIM. BLESS

I’m obsessed with his blonde lashes,,,

[monarch-of-weird-girlboy-nation]

Jason is the mirror to his mother and Thalia is the mirror to her father

[mrsducky]

RYAN GOSLING in ALL GOOD THINGS 2010, dir. Andrew Jarecki

[carmeltheslimy]

🪶🐟🔎

[canisalbus]

cursed no tattoo machete (I'm sorry for doing this to him)

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[lilywhiteandburgundyandblue]

smiley giggly Nate from Cards Up with Sidney Crosby and Nate Mackinnon

And this one where he's not smiling but his hair!!!!

[pomegratea]

just saw a man so beautiful i started to cry

[xhanisai]

This is a very important question btw!!!!! TO ME!!

[iheartyaya]

Think I should recreate this

[nightcolorz]

back in my day the blonde twink you’d find human au alastor paired with in strangely gorgeous ship art was human au angel dust, so whenever I come across said strangely gorgeous ship art featuring blonde twink and unnerving creole man I nod in acceptance towards the radiodust shipart I’ve long grown accustomed to as part of the fandom ecosystem. But then! I startle suddenly as I mind the tags and see the words “Lucifer Morningstar” and “radioapple” plastered before my very eyes.

I am then starkly and suddenly reminded that 2019 was five years ago and I now live in an age and culture where it is actually very popular to ship smth I remember regarding as an obscure crack ship I kind of enjoyed in a contrarian “I read a few works on a03 about it that I thought were kind of interesting and brought up cool speculative points but also were kind of pervy so I don’t talk about it” way, while the ship that once dominated the Hazbin fandom so heavily that not shipping it would make ur experience trying to find fan works that appealed to u fairly unpleasant and difficult has through canon depiction been blasted both into obscurity and shame.

Like I’m not complaining cuz I much prefer this fandom and am honestly kind of smug that my personal interpretation and theories about characterization and dynamics way back when have been proven accurate to the point that the fandom’s most popular ships now revolve in a way around my own preferences (ie: I shipped huskxangel before it was cool and theorized that they would in the unlikely circumstance that I was right bond over being slaves to overlords), but I am also shaken and a bit confused at all times, as I sometimes clutch my man baby iPad fearfully and plead to the heavens that I not awake from this dream I’ve fallen into and come to consciousness back in 2019 in my depression room watching the worst comic dubs of all time. To clarify I don’t ship radioapple even a little bit tbh no hate but I find it kind of annoying in the way I used to find charlastor annoying,, but I also appreciate it for the change in the fandom it represents. How far we’ve come etc

[raiiny-bay]

considering... changing the boys' hairs... again.....

[turnipoddity]

i love how you include lawrence’s long ass eyelashes every time. bros got the most specacturalr eyes

just doin me job

[oxygenbefore1775]

thinking about Zeke's blond lashes

➳wc: 0,6k

➳a/n: im not sure if other culture have this but where i grew up you can make a wish if you blow away one of your lashes that fell on your face (although normally you would have to guess on which side of the face the lash has landed and only if you guess right your wish will have a chance of coming true but i digress); this is my comfort written piece if you wish to have it (cuz everything is not daijobu at the moment and this is my coping mechanism)

“Unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath when you noticed a cup of coffee in Zeke's hands — the very same one he chose to leave your embrace for not so long ago. “Do you not want to sleep tonight?”

The unamused tone contrasted sharply with your eagerness to welcome him back into the cradle of your touch as you wrapped your arms around him as soon as he settled back onto the couch. Fortunately, he spared you from teasing despite your inconsistent display of affection.

“You hush,” he shot back, a facade barely concealing the smile on his lips once again. “I’ve had so much of it on the missions that this small amount wouldn’t do anything to me. It takes much more than a single cup before it has any effect.” 

The sound of his voice beckoned your reciprocation. The unspoken tension that once filled the air dissipated with the onset of the night, as if the last remnants of it had died. Why would that be, you mused to yourself, even though the answer didn't require much pondering. 

He would leave come morning.

A dreadful thought — almost worry-inducing — you had to admit to yourself as your mind sought refuge in the relish of his fleeting proximity. Even more so as you lifted your head off his shoulder, your gaze finding its place on his features, solemn and bathed in the moonlight. How silly. To mourn the presence of someone not subject to change. He’d never return — return to you — with a wound forever marring his perfect form. Well, perhaps his eyes were the only thing worthy of languishing in your heart. That forever impermanent look to them was something that you wished to remember.

It was then that you noticed. 

You hesitated but spoke nonetheless. “Stay still.”

He heeded, though a brief flinch betrayed his obedient front when he felt your finger brush under his eye. A frown etched into his glabella as he discovered the reason for your unbidden touch — an eyelash, as golden as his hair. Almost imperceptible against his fair skin. The only reason you noticed it, your morbid urge to revel in the sight of his face aside, was the way it caught the moonlight.

His eyes, evidently, remained oblivious to the unexplainable burst of joy this revelation caused you as he reached out his hand to brush the lash off your fingertip. Quickly, you withdrew your hand, determined to prevent this atrocity from taking place.

“No,” your voice barely above a whisper. “You have to make a wish then blow it away. Then it’ll come true.”

With that, you brought your hand to his lips. In the dimness of the room, you exchanged glances — yours full of anticipation, his devoid of the same sense of wonder that captivated you. It was a rare occurrence for you to closely observe the glimpses of emotion flashing behind his blue eyes. In less than a second, the ice in his gaze melted away as he relented, deciding to entertain your sentiment.

You felt his cool breath on your finger tip as he blew the lash away all the while not breaking off eye contact. And just like that, the golden glint was no more. It melted into the darkness of the room. 

“So, what did you wish for?” you inquired with more curiosity than taunt, resting your chin on his shoulder once more.

His gaze returned to mindless observation of the interior. “Not telling you,” he took a sip, adding weight to his refusal. For the briefest of moments, you saw him purse his lips, as if readjusting, before he spoke again. “Or else it wouldn’t come true.”

[sleeping-at-sea]

Pretty privileges are real

I can’t hate Luka, he’s actively too pretty for me

[drawsdenfiles]

Shoutout to @today-is-not-over for requesting some Lash!