#i love you the way you are

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[studywgabi]

Scaring and/or Impressing You, My Sweet Little Pumpkin Pie, with the Sheer Power of my Incredible and Sexy Intuition and all the (Five {5}) True Facts I Know About You, a Sweetheart Babygirl (Babygirl is a State of Mind, and You, Sir {Adorable Kitten}, are most definitely a Babygirl even if you Aren't a Literal Girl).

You are beautiful

I know this is true because it is my strongly held belief that every human being (including you, ya turkey) is beautiful (not "in their way," not "for a ____," just beautiful, period). Also, I have statistics on my side: the average person is 20% more attractive to others than they are to themselves. If you disagree with me, you are a silly goose (in addition to being a babygirl and a turkey) and your opinion is invalid.

2. You are incredibly resilient

I know this because if you are reading this post, then you are still alive, and whew boy has that become an accomplishment, a true awesome feat of strength. I know that you have had struggles because everyone has and, let's face it, you are on Tumblr. You are most likely either gay, neurodivergent, or both, and I KNOW you loved the Percy Jackson series when you were a kid (and to this day) so you for sure have trauma. The fact that you are still alive should be something you are incredibly proud of. If you're not quite there yet, that's okay, I am proud enough of you for the both of us.

3. You are going to be okay

I know this because you are resilient and have survived all the shit life has thrown at you so far, so I am confident that you will survive all of the shit life will throw at you in the future (sorry in advance).

4. You are enough

It is my firm belief that every human life has value (including yours, walnut) and that no human being has to do anything special"earn their keep" on earth.

5. You are trying as hard as you can

And maybe that's not as hard as you were able to try in the past, maybe that's not as hard as other people try, but it's still your personal best and that's enough for me even if it isn't enough for you (ridiculous pigeon). You don't need to justify your level of pain or convince me you are truly suffering in order for me to understand and love you. If people can hate without a valid reason, then they can love randomly, too.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[thissmycomingofage]

- Left-wing deputies of the newly formed French parliament refusing to shake hand with the member of the far-right tasked with guarding the ballot

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[batman-gif]

I had a vision. They're sister albums to me

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

H... hello billford people...

If I didn't have commissions to work on, I swear I'd be drawing nothing but these two all day. I'd have a fucking graphic novella by now dksjhjskgh

But these are some doodles I've done while slacking off. I really hope you like them, I've honestly been excited to throw my stuff into the tumblr billford pile (seriously, there are SO many of you making artwork, and you're all so talented?? It's wild. It's like christmas every day.)

So.. I hope you like these! I like to think about Ford when he's all gullible and infatuated with his muse... before he wises up to bills bs.

[hansoeii]

we go just right.

[jewfrogs]

i can’t decide if this is the single coolest girl in the world for making danger her middle name or the silliest for not seeing the raw power of “millipede danger” which is the greatest name i have ever heard

[prouvaireafterdark]

listen I know it's heartbreaking that Claudia dies and it's understandable to wish she didn't, but let's please not accuse the writers of fridging her. to do so is a fundamental misunderstanding of the story and is frankly insulting to the intelligence and skill of the writers of the show.

Claudia's death, and the overwhelming grief and regret her parents experience because of it, is quite literally the point of the entire story. she dies because Anne's daughter Michele died of leukemia when she was five years old and there was nothing she or her husband could do to prevent it.

writing IWTV was how Anne coped with the unimaginable loss of a parent losing her child. she created a story about a little girl that could not die and then killed her anyway. Claudia's death is a senseless, unavoidable tragedy, just like Michele's was. the grief that haunts Louis and Lestat for the rest of their lives is the same grief that haunted Anne and her husband.

so when you're accusing people of killing Claudia off to benefit a story about two men, please remember that in real life sometimes parents lose their children. please remember Michele Rice.

she's the reason Claudia exists.

she's also the reason Claudia cannot be saved.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

[supertaliart]

A continuation of my previous Skywalker Twins comic - feat Yoda part 3

[divorcedwife]

chess inspired fashion