byler is endgame

since the creators like to leave so many things in the finale ambiguous then I'm running with it and making my ship canon anyway lmao. they belong to us now!!!

Yes, they meet up accidentally during college, yes, they never stopped thinking about eachother, yes, they're now free to face those feelings!!!

Imagine writing a finale so terrible it got half the fandom theorizing it was fake and there's an actual finale coming our way. Truly bizarre. (Love reading those theories tho, they're so fun).

Anyways, I'm doing my part with a little fix-it fanart :) I tried to make it as big of a tribute for this ship as possible. I've had so much fun these past few weeks interacting with this fandom, I'm truly grateful I've found a little space for myself in here. And I'm glad so many people enjoyed my art and stayed with me for longer, I am so thankful for you all! 💕 Reading your comments, sharing excitement with you and interacting in general has been a highlight of my days! I think it got me through this winter, it was a really nice escape. And an intense one. Whew.

I hope to create more fanart for this series in the future, maybe branch out into other characters as well. I'm still full of ideas! But for now I feel like I need to take a step back and let this hyperfixation fade out a bit. I need to focus on my college assignments for now, maybe I'll even find some time to work on my comic, but in the meantime I'll be posting some art that has been waiting on my drive :) I also still need to process the conclusion to this show, cause geez. Feels kinda terrible. But I'm glad to be a part of this incredibly supportive community. Never stop being so passionate, fun, and creative, y'all are amazing 💕 I've learned so much about storytelling and visual symbolism thanks to all the people's analysis and I can now implement it into my own art! And all of you should too! I can't wait for what the fandom comes up with now!

Mike's phone calls? Not mentioned.

Patty Newby? Who even is that?

Timeline errors? Not addressed.

Pregnant women? Forgotten.

Continuity errors? Still fucking there??

Queer? Baited.

WHAT ARE WE DOING?

that godamn swing set,

a traumatised gay boy

and finn fucking wolfhard at the crime scene

“ONE IN A MINYAN”

andi mack, episode eleven of season three, premiered on february 8, 2019. 

Luke Mullen.

The funny thing: I’d worried, if anything, that Boris was the one who was a little too affectionate, if affectionate is the right word. The first time he’d turned in bed and draped an arm over my waist, I lay there half-asleep for a moment, not knowing what to do: staring at my old socks on the floor, empty beer bottles, my paperbacked copy of The Red Badge of Courage. At last–embarrassed–I faked a yawn and tried to roll away, but instead he sighed and pulled me closer, with a sleepy, snuggling motion. Shh, Potter, he whispered, into the back of my neck. Is only me. It was weird. Was it weird? It was; and it wasn’t. I’d fallen back to sleep shortly after, lulled by his bitter, beery unwashed smell and his breath easy in my ear. I was aware I couldn’t explain it without making it sound like more than it was. On nights when I woke strangled with fear there he was, catching me when I started up terrified from the bed, pulling me back in the covers beside him, muttering in nonsense Polish, his voice throaty and strange with sleep. We’d drowse off in each other’s arms, listening to music from my iPod (Thelonious Monk, The Velvet Underground, music my mother had liked) and sometimes wake clutching each other like castaways or much younger children.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt // The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley