Hotgirl Summer 💞✨️
Based off this image I found in discord
Yo, reblog my work. I want people to see it.
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guy and honey <3
heyyy sorry got busy but thought i draw after a few months. i hope y’all like it, i really like how these turned out.
i got inspired to draw my boys after reading the streamer honey fic by @itsyourstarboy. loved it so much pls check it out if you haven’t already.
have a good day <3
taglist:
@caramel-metal @soup-scope @star-sheeps @arrowfleur @febreze-bottle-without-febreze
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Hot Girl Summer is reading soul-shattering fanfiction about dead gay wizards from the 70s.
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yes i will lay down and touch my neck bc a guy from arizona talking into his mic playing a yandere stalker audio character talking through the phone told me to do so
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Summer Heat 🌸
Something sketchy btw
This version of Inuyasha and Kagome belong to my fanfiction StrawberryLips and they are adults in a university.
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I have this strange, almost haunting habit. Whenever I meet a new character—whether in a book, show, or movie—I become entangled, maybe a little too much. I know it's common to grow fond of characters, to learn from them, and then gently let them go. But for me, the attachment is like ivy, wrapping itself around my mind, refusing to wither away. The characters I cherish don't just drift into memory; they take root, staying with me, whispering in the corners of my thoughts long after the story's end.
This is why I often hesitate to finish a book or a show. It takes me months, sometimes years, to reach the end. The idea of parting, even with a fictional being, feels like too much. And if I can cling this tightly to characters, you can imagine how fiercely I hold onto real people. Not in the usual ways, not in the conventional forms of desire, but more like I see a slice of them I want to keep as a memoir, to weave into the fabric of my life. I know it isn’t healthy, this kind of grasping, but I can't seem to loosen my grip.
Whenever life gets too harsh, whenever loneliness creeps in or I'm not ready to face the world, I retreat into the company of these characters, building walls of imagination around myself. It's a lullaby, one that's not exactly pretty, but it's soothing. It’s creative, yes—almost magical in a way—but it’s also overwhelming. And no matter how I try to convince myself otherwise, I know it’s not where I should be.
I often sit back and wonder why I do this—why I feel this intense need to cherish everything and everyone I encounter. Perhaps it's because I don't feel truly seen, truly appreciated, so I give what I wish to receive. I know it's not okay, yet I find myself unable to stop, caught in a cycle of attachment that I can't quite break.
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omg. I posted him on my instagram and it went off?!? Like 10 likes. proud of myself ig. i think i met my quota of drawing him not upset so back to my roots. I don’t know why I never post anything else but shhh. We love Vittorino in this household
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Hot Boi Summer Porter Spoilers
I just know Porter put his location on JUST for Vincent 💀
He did not pick that spot because it was "Cheap" or whatever he said it was, he picked it because he wanted to be petty 😭
He definitely has something else in mind but as soon as Vincent tried to call him... He had to switch it up LMAOOOO
"MR KRABSSSS I HAVE AN IDEAAAA 🤭" Ah switch up 💀
I love me some Porter content... My sassy wife
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