#aesthetic thing

this is the worst thing i’ve ever made and i put a ridiculous amount of effort into it for no reason, please enjoy and/or hate it

(disclaimer: actor bad this is only half a joke)

Ponyboy Curtis is…

Word Count:268 Warnings:None A/N:Not requested, this was part of an Aesthetic thing I was doing, it was fun _________________________________________________________

Ponyboy Curtis was used bookstores and dark movie houses. He was daydreams and sunsets, bitter cigarettes and split lips. He was poetry and ink stains on your fingers. He was a lost boy in the rough streets of Tulsa, and despite the curve balls life had thrown him, he remains a golden beacon in my life.

He held my hand was we walked through the park, my eyes still red from crying and my lips still trembling. He had a far rougher life than me but never judged me for freaking out over things like grades and being overwhelmed from all the extra curricular activities I was involved in. He just listened to me talk myself through it, never saying it was my own fault, even though it was. He just listened to me and smoked as we walked. He lead me over to the fountain, sitting down with me. I looked at him after a minute and smiled.

“Thank you for always listening to me about this nonsense.” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and smiled, carefully blowing smoke away from my face.

“What else was I gonna do,” he chuckled, smiling at me. I blushed at his smile, it was so warm and kind. “Besides, it’s what boyfriends do.” I blushed deeper and leaned my head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and smiled, resting his cheek over where he had just kissed.

“I love you, Ponyboy,” I said, feeling him smile again.

Juniper Addams aesthetic thing - Weird Is Relative

the writer.

messy notebooks, messy desks. messy head. scribbling all over their arms. night owl. never being able to finish a project. losing too many ideas due to forgetfulness. passionate about everything. know-it-all. not knowing their own limits. trying to make flowers bloom, even during heavy storms.

the poet.

quiet. visual mind. head filled with ideas, struggling to find the right words. not being productive for three months and then writing six poems in an hour. reading the entire dictionary several times. noticing little details that no one else does. laughing quietly. wishing to be enough, someday.

the painter.

failing at consistency. having paint all over their face, clothes, and desks. spending more money on art supplies than on anything else. notebooks filled with doodles, tears, and flowers. radiating sunshine. heavy mood swings. supporting, and being supported.

the performer.

loud. not hesitating to speak up, for themselves, for others. trying to see the good in everything. rain, and the smell before rain. drinking more coffee than their body can handle. reading every book at once. laughing and crying at the same time. being honest. the helping hand everyone needs.

Tagged by: @castleoftherose

So.... I'm not confident in my ability to draw my apprentice (well, any of them) so I made a couple aesthetic things instead..?