Is He … You Know … Open To Interpretation?

gender envy 🖐️😔

meow meow :3c

Vintage Phantom of the Opera movie poster featuring the cutest version of the Phantom ever.

@sappy-asphie u and the gang <3

Seeing your friends will Literally change your life

soooo, do we know if the fae can lie through song? I would think that no they can't, but then, their songs must be full of uncertainty so everyone can sing them and they can't sing a lot of human songs. or, they can, but that would open a whole other can of worms...

anyways yeah, is this a stupid question, did holly black answer it in any of the books or in other ways? please share your knowledge 🙏

crash

Do you love the color of the sky, Mr Minecraft?

Hi

I’m back on my shit again

This one took so long to do, probably the longest I’ve spent on an artwork? (The earliest part made was made on August 23rd) (Edit: SHIT FUCK JULY NOT AUGUST FUCK I’m LOSING MY SENSE OF TIME GOD DAMNIT) (edit 2: in other news, my idiocy has already been spread and it is too late)

So that’s fun (I was giggling like a madman when I was close to finishing this)

God I hope the words on top stopped idk how many of you from panicking or feeling blind fury like I saw in the tags of the last one. (Though the fury was so fucking funny)

Before I start rambling, I want to mention the fact that Phil is never looking at the sky around him, but at the faces and expressions of his friends.

There are two more people in addition to the sbi and Kristin from the last one. Tubbo and Ranboo, whom I just consider sbi++ tbh.

First one is none other than Miss Kristin herself. I actually used a picture from their Instagram as reference for their clothes. I actually straight up imagine this was from their wedding day or smt. I hope I drew Ms Kristin okay. I’m still figuring out how to draw her tbh.

Second is Wilbur Soot. So when I was drawing all of them, I was thinking of what expressions they all would be making. Like Kristin and Phil would be all happy and stuff. And the idea of Wilbur just fucking grappling with the idea that if Phil drops him, it’s fucking over. He’d be done for. Dead (maybe). That idea was funny to me for some reason. So I imagine he just has a look of acceptance/fear while Phil is trying to figure out if he’s okay.

Third is Tommy. He probably gets dropped. L. Because you probably don’t carry someone like that while flying. (Probably because how am I supposed to know.) Tommy is just fucking screaming his lungs out btw.

Tubbo! He actually fucking fell. I asked my friend, “Help me make a decision. Tubbo and Phil. Cute. or Chaos.” “chaos” “CHAOS IT IS” So the idea, in my head, is that Tubbo was originally given a piggy back ride. Tubbo, chaotic, just sort of climbs Phil like a jungle gym or smt and sits on his shoulders. It was great for like five seconds and then he fell. You fucking bet he’s grappling with the idea of death.

Ranboo. The one picture I had in my head the whole time I was drawing them was just. “L o n g c a t.” Cause Ranboo was drawn in such a way that I was thinking of cats being picked up.

Techno. Again, that’s not the way you hold someone while flying but yeah. Techno is probably the only other person to not feel fear in this whole thing. The first being Miss Kristin

(It seemed fitting for Ranboo and Techno to have the aurora scene)

And the last one. Idk man I just wanted to draw a god.

This is the Angel of Death, between storm and chatters.

(The feathers mean nothing, they’re just a nice transition)

(If you made it here, please, please, please, consider reblogging. Thoughts in tags or not, I will appreciate you so much)

Cursed school presentations? Thank you!

I hate presentations 😂but who doesn’t?

concept playlists;

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled  it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

what a week huh?