#feelings...

YOOOOOOU DUMBASS!!

I cannot with this man

He is such a mess and I wanna throw him while he's wrapped in an inordinate amount of blankets

I would kill for this woman

If anything happens to her, I'm losing my shit

I would also kill for this man

However

I feel like Hyde would do that for him

...

press 'X' to doubt Hyde, at least slightly

and by slightly

I mean by a landslide

Henry makes Hyde look how Rachel think Hyde looks

Do you see it?

Do you see my vision?

Something something...

I think about how much that meant to him. How he wiped Max’s tear in Dear Billy even though he was crying too. 

THEY MISS THE EVENT!

I feel sad for those who try to capture the perfect still picture...

THEY MISS THE MOMENT!

Life is about capturing the moment of each event and sharing stories... The intimate feelings within that special point in time.

REMEMBER WHEN...

Sure we've heard it for many decades... "A picture is worth a thousand words." However, I contend, it's not the words that matter...

It's the lingering feelings...

Those last forever.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃?    𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.     Never  had  she  been  afraid,    not  of  the  world  and  least  of  all  𝙃𝙄𝙈.     She  was  his  pillar  .  .  .  his  guardian  angel.      The  only  light  in  a  world  of  misanthropic  𝘼𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙔  who  shielded  Ruben  from  it  with  her  warmth.     Long  since  he’d  lost  his  sanity  and  his  morality    ( if  such  a  thing  had  ever  existed  before )    along  with  it  —  nothing  could  sway  him  anymore.      Or  so  he  thought.     ‘ I’m  scared ;     That  cut  like  a  knife.     Wounded  him  as  if  it  brought  all  his  sins  to  the  forefront,    a  little  𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙏  of  something  akin  to  shame.     Shame,      and  the  pain  of  their  past.

She’s  seen  the  repercussions  now.     The  blood,     the  fire,     the  𝙎𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾  machinations  that  painted  the  image  of  𝐑𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐊.     If  only  he  could  comfort  her  as  he  did  during  those  years,     as  siblings  should.     An  angry  notion  burned  within   —  If  only  we  weren’t  hunted  like  prey.      He  hanged  his  head  in  reverence  to  her  spectral  presence  and  what  𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿'𝙑𝙀  been,     charred  fabric  lapping  at  what  remained  of  his  flesh.       ❛ The  worst  has  already  happened.     Fear  is  no  longer  necessary  .  .  .  Whether  you’re  truly  here  with  me  now  or  not,    Laura,     I  will  have  our  vengeance  combined. ❜      Vengeance,     even  more  so  than  love,     is  what  𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝘿  him  now.

I dunno but it seems like I’ve never feel myself that comfortable on any other platform, in any other fandom. I’ve been posting my art since 2015 (I believe??) and I’ve never feel such great support until now. I dunno what should I feel or did I even deserve that, but thank you. I feel such freedom, because, you know, of course I want my art to be pretty and pleasant to look at, but also I don’t feel that ashame if I did something not 100% perfect. I can make it just funny or cute and simple or leave it as a sketch and don’t feel wrong about that. I can draw small pieces every day and share it and it’s totally fine too. 

Just... thank you for all your kind words, all your reactions, questions, all communication... It’s very important to finally feel that I don’t make all this for nothing.