Runningwithhellhounds - OwO

Jst mam tko miljon vprasanj zate ker je res kul da sm najdu nekoga k je iz slovenije k je interested in art in res nocem bit annoying ampak a si se sama naucila risat? In kok dolg ze rises? Pa a mas kdej tezave z art block?

!!! ej, mejt, verjemi da nisi annoying. sama v smislu da me nihce ni ucil ampak je moja mami dobra umetnica in mam njeno podporo, kar pomeni da mi subtilno nastavlja akvarelke na mizo. ze od vedno prakticno? s tem da sm mela intenzivnejsa obdobja, do nedavno nism risala 3 mesce. v izpitnm obdobju decembra sm si pa kupila sketchbook hehehehe. tok redko rism da tezko govorim o art blockih, ampak mam tok zdrav odnos do risanja da mi ni problem zajebat in nism nekej stuck? kr zmer ko ti nekej ne gre al pa ne ves kaj bi narisal lahko narises enga merboya, a ves. kaj pa ti? dej me kje dodej pls! danajakurnik na insagramu :))))) kr mam vec za povedat in je tole ze dolgo

YOU DON'T help UNDERSTAND help HOW HAPPY I AM THAT aslkdjwqeljqwe lk art for me *dies*

YOU'RE VERY WELCOME it's not really good but i'm drowning in feels AND I NEEDED TO DO SOMETHING about it so well yeah. have a wonderful day !

the first time minho and thomas meet ay

would you consider joining tfc zine?

whoaaa, is it happening? i’d love to! do you have any links, friend? thanks for asking <3

That sad moment when u try drawing insted of math to make urself happier, u feel

@korakos

''Stop looking at me,'' Lance says, decisively not looking back at Shiro. He gets Pidge out of his range, but she steps back in and jabs him in the face with a pad.

 He is not expecting a response. Shiro will give one, but Lance doesn't mind. He doesn't mind, and calls himself a self-liar, hyphenated. He calls himself a liar like a cheerful punch. Gotta have a relationship with yourself.

 ''Good,'' Shiro says, arms folded, at ease, barefoot. Barefoot. A walking exposed nerve – and assured. Hell. ''You can twist your foot when you knee.''

 What a cliché, what a fucking cliché. I'd still hear – say something like, I'd choose you twice, a cliché like that, and watch m—

 ''You twist your foot when you knee,'' Lance mutters, steps back in defense, too far. Into the pretense of safety.

 ''Mhm,'' Pidge glances at Shiro, and starts circling around Lance, ''head transparency.''

 This is the opposite of losing oneself in a crowd. This is self-awareness you don't know what to do with. Counting your steps on accident. Singled out by himself.

 ''Okay,'' Lance says, ''okay, break time, Pidge. Go go. I'm going.'' This feeling is so him, quintessentially, that he could personalise words for it.

Shiro's arms are folded, at ease, and he's too still be a this distracting. He's smiling. ''You're walking on your tiptoes.''

 Lance steps down fully, stepping backward. Don't hide.

 ''I'm not,'' Lance says, wholly grounded.

 ''I didn't say anything, muffin.'' Shiro is smiling.

 Right there. Right here. Lance's brain screams faux offense, take take, and it screams you choose muffin, and it screams are you making fun?

 Oh, Lance is intrigued. People aren't just distractions. They shape what you look at and you fall into piece-by-piece reappraisal. People are really fucking powerful.

 Lance's mind is screaming: be serious, I'm serious.

He is distracted, and he likes it.

your art is the prettiest thing and i get really happy everytime i see that you posted something new of yours <3

!!!! ! ! This is !!! I feel !!! Thanks, fella!

little thomas who should be protected at all costs