#in the words of poppy:

[gokuisahimbo]

And it felt like meeting the whole world.

Alt version, combined the layers!

[velichorus-k]

Finally watched the trolls sequels. You'll never guess who my favourite characters are

[poppy-metal]

thinking of art donaldson who has the most obvious crush on you but you're oblivious so you don't think about it when you tell him you can't go to the movies with him because you have a date that day. you think arts text back is a bit strange. the - Oh. Have fun :) seeming passive aggressive as hell but what reason would he have to feel that way? you think you're probably reading into it too much and decide to lighten the mood by texting him back-

now you don't have to worry about me scaring off potential love interests!!

he leaves you on read for the first time ever since knowing him. a pinch of worry niggles at you. you don't like the idea of upsetting him. did he think you were being a bad friend? flakey? you decide to send him another message -

you know asking a girl to see a scary movie with you can be kinda romantic. you should definitely ask someone to go with in my place <3 that way she can cling to you!

he does text back then.

Right. I'll keep that in mind.

are you mad at me?

dots appear. they dance on your screen. dissappear. reappear again.

Who's the guy?

you bite your lip. he dodged the question, which meant he probably was mad.

just some guy from one of my lectures! his name is craig!

Are you going to fuck him?

you stare at your phone screen. arts cursed in front of you before, but for a guy his age - the amount is minimal - even rarer over text. it sends a bolt of heat through you unexpectedly, a tingle you feel from your head to your toes. you hesitate on what to say - but you're comfortable with art, you're not in the business of lying to him, even if this isn't something you've talked with him about before.

honestly? probably. I don't see him as boyfriend material or anything, but he looks like fun!

you wonder if this is why art is mad. remembering he told you he grew up religious - maybe he still held some of those beliefs and was upset you were ditching him to have unwed sex or whatever.

the dots dance on your screen again for a time. your knee bounces as you wait for his reply, strangely anticipating it.

You're not looking for a boyfriend?

you think about that.

not at the moment!

his reply is quick then.

What are you looking for then?

you think about that too. your cheeks burn a little more - shifting in your seat. your friendship with art is newish - and while you're comfortable with him, there's still parts of yourself he doesn't know about you. like the part where you're kinda a sex fiend - though you wouldn't know it based on how you portray yourself. girlish and bubbly. you weren't ashamed of what you liked - and yet you paused before typing, fear of his judgement making you consider downplaying the truth.

but honesty was the best policy, and you stood by that embarrassment aside.

just sex, for now. I like having it. like, probably more than the normal amount....

art took so long to reply you physically had to stand up and pace around your room, 7 full laps before you came back down to check your texts.

So it's just scratching and itch, then. It could be anyone?

well.... obviously not just anyone. I do have standards!

They should be higher than that douchbag. and then, right under that. Fuck. I don't mean that in a slut shaming way. I just mean.

The dots again. You hold your breath.

I just mean you should only be allowing someone who kisses the fucking ground you walk on to give you what you need. You deserve more than some quickie on a shitty dormbed. You deserve to be worshipped from head to toe. Every inch of you.

you don't know how to reply to that, so you don't.

it's the first night you touch yourself to the thought of your new friend, though.

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Hello everyone! :) I hope you are all doing well! I have been at college, and it's been pretty busy work. Here are some WH doodles I made yesterday!

[grapecinnamon]

Ok just hear me out on this one...

And this one too...

[chez-cinnamon]

Finally page 7 is here!!! Discoveries were made, but it seems Julie's hits a little too close to home...

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[platonicau]

messy doodles of my rinezha university!au because i'm procrastinating writing it by drawing it instead feat. chaltan!

[normanjdroid]

I realized, i never posted this here

The best shitpost i ever did with the lad, Richard.

[nope-nora]

the struggle to love

R.F Kuang, The Dragon Republic (deleted scene) | Sleeping at Last, “Neptune” | Richard Siken, War of the Foxes | Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life | Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Franz Kafka, Diaries (1910-1923) | Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? | Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow | Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red | Richard Siken, “Wishbone”

[andro-dino]

im obsessed with how obsessed they are with holding hands all the time

+ closeups below

[daughterofchaosstuff]

I want my love story and the love interest to be written by studio Ghibli.

oh to be a part of Ghibli romance.

[boinky-spoinky]

This ship is so underrated and I found myself a Number #1 fan 💖

[kulapti]

Aug 2023, bookbinding of The Silent Isle Imbowers by Tharkuun.

I’m sooo so so pleased to finally share this! I have been actively working on this for many months and waited until Tharkuun received her copy before posting so the final result would be a surprise.

-----------About this bookbinding under the cut

This binding has been one of the more elaborate pieces I have attempted so far. This has been my first binding where I (1) made three copies of a piece at once, (2) used a modified a historical illustration, (3) collaborated directly with another artist on the decorative elements, (4) finished matching art for the cover and title page, and (5) layered paint and heat-transfer vinyl for the covers. These are also (6) the first non-tiny books I have made with this style of hinge and cover attachment.

Pretty much immediately after I first read this story I felt I had to make myself a copy of this. I had a strong mental image of a vintage-looking cover for a fairy tale, with a deceptively simple design of flowers on the cover, probably with fancy metallic accents, the kind of thing you’d find in an interesting used bookstore with no summary, no text on the back, no dust jacket, just the flowers and maybe a title. I’m going to make a separate post about making this cover design a reality because oh man has it been a journey lol! I designed and drew the digital art for the cover (digital because of the cut and application method), as well as the corresponding title page illustration (pencil and dip pen, scanned, title added digitally).

When I asked Tharkuun about it she was excited to suggest I get in touch with quillingwords, who generously agreed to collaborate with me! Among her talents quilling writes calligraphy, and hand wrote both the book title and chapter headers for me to incorporate into my plans. Check OUT those chapter headers! So fancy! A font could never!! Quilling has also been very encouraging and let me yell about this project in dms for months so the final result could be a surprise for Tharkuun. Thank u so much quillingwords, your calligraphy adds invaluable amounts of swag to this project.

I was going to do some kinda neat font for the chapter headers, but quilling’s work is too cool for that and I decided to use a modified piece of a historical illustration instead. The illustration also happens to be cool as heck: I was browsing the Artstor database (an academic quality resource available for free via Jstor, my beloved) and found E. N. Neureuther's 1836 gorgeous etching for etching of the fairy tale Briar Rose, an illustration made for a printing of a Brothers Grimm recorded German fairy tale with Sleeping Beauty elements. Much to my delight this illustration not only matches the general look I wanted but is actually relevant to the story, itself a Sleeping Beauty spinoff.

Slightly less stylistically consistent are the endpapers, which are prints of two different paintings by Arnold Böcklin: Isle of the Dead (1883) in the front and Isle of Life (1888). The first painting had occurred to me as an excellent visual to go with the story, and Tharkuun and I discussed this and agreed that pairing it with the related later, more optimistic piece was too thematically appropriate to resist.

I had fun and learned a lot making these books and I am very pleased with the result!!

Materials: Archival bookboard, cardstock, cotton cheesecloth mull, archival PVA glue, linen thread coated in beeswax, paper cord, red cotton embroidery floss. Blue cotton backed with archival paper, acrylic paint, machine cut black and gold heat-transfer vinyl. Laser printed text and illustrations. Metallic scrapbooking paper.

[poppy-metal]

miguel being so sexually repressed he's been too busy and heartbroken to indulge in self pleasure or the touch of a woman in years. sometimes he jerks off in the shower but its always mechanical, a means to an end. he doesn't take his time. doesn't relish in it. miguel who suddenly has so many sexual thoughts and desires bombarding him because you came into his life and his dick has a mind of its own out of nowhere. miguel who has to take matters into his own hands, literally, because he can't take it anymore and he takes time he never has before on his body all because of you. thinks about where your soft as he strokes a hand down the hard lines of his stomach, thinks about how much softer you'd be between your legs as he wraps a hand around his thick and leaking cock. twists one of his nipples cause he imagines you'd be a little brat who'd nip and paw at him as he pushed into your tight cunt, split you wide open on him. moans into the quiet of his room as his fist works over his hard flesh in languid strokes. squeezes his head to try and mimic the feeling of your plush hole enveloping him. has to spread his thighs, his toes curling into his sheets because hes so lost in the sensation, just from fucking his own hand like a mad man. his balls fat and heavy, bouncing against the bottom of his fist and the wet slap makes him think about the sloppy slide of your bodies meeting, and that makes him needier. the need to fuck, to fill, to breed has never been so prominent in his life as it is now and he kinda wants to bite your head off for it. he's no longer a sensible man. you've turned him into a beast, a pathetic panting man who can't be around you for a day without beating off into his cock fantasizing about punishing you for what hes become.

[onekindredspirit]

*How to Make Turkish Coffee* I've been teaching myself to make Turkish coffee. Some friends gave me a Cezve. I believe it's Greek. The resulting coffee is aromatic, thick and smooth. Immersing yourself in a process hits hard - Blend the angst of living with a very small amount of time Taste the sweetness but don't overcook to bitterness Stay with your Cezve And avoid avoidance It'll be okay The Saints knew that suffering and sorrow increase in proportion to love So surrender to the Ecstasy of the Saints. I am making Turkish coffee, I am riding the wave of experience and it is farewell to my whining ego. And in the midst of all this suffering I know the sweetness of the now, that feeling of joy intermingling with sorrow at my inevitable demise. Get a Cezve. Learn to make Turkish coffee Surrender to the Ecstasy of the Saints and get lost in the process And remember, the Saints love you and so do I. - One Kindred Spirit