#responding 2 asks

hiya, i’m jasper (he/him) :]

17 yr old audhd tboy who resonates deeply with outer space ... i also love music theory and choral music !!

general interests:

🪐 CHOIR!!!!!!!!

🪐 art (i love 2 draw)

🪐 books! reading! literature! yay!

🪐 theatre

🪐 space

🪐 music. so much music i love music

FUN FACT: my favorite music artists are sElf, queen, mccafferty, will wood, radiohead, finn wolfhard and hozier but there are many many more artists that i like :]

fandoms:

🚀 doctor who

🚀 project hail mary

🚀 lars and the real girl

🚀 david tennant and many of his shows and movies (although my favorites are takin' over the asylum, broadchurch and good omens)

🚀 the goldfinch

🚀 house md

(i rb and post about a bunch of other random stuff that isn't listed but i have so many more casual interests than just that)

FUN FACT: my favorite doctor who regeneration is the 12th doctor !!

tags:

#jibber jabber says random stuff : yapping

#fav : an all-time favorite post

#my art : my art!

#responding 2 asks : self explanatory

thanks 4 reading

I tried to make it like the ones in Doctor Who but YAY astronaut Campbell

or if u don't want to answer that

(i love ur art style so much lol) can you draw theo and boris in vegas? mabey getting high or something asdfghjkl

thx!!!!!!

Here they are!! My boys

basic answer ik but it's gotta be wind, sand and stars; it's got the boreo, it's got the angst it's just overall SO GOOD. it's the chapter that introduces kotku. theo and boris growing apart because of her and then being separated for what theo then thought as forever? oh my GOD it's so tragic and i love it so much i do also want to give a shoutout to the chapter directly after, the shop-behind-the-shop, specifically for pg. 400 and these lines (grazing extremely through the page here but i just have to talk about this because i think about it every single day) -

"it thrilled me, deplorably, when people mistook hobie for my parent [...] why hadn't my mother married someone like him - ? [...] yet even in death my dad was ineradicable, no matter how hard i tried to wish him out of the picture - for there he always was, in my hands and my voice and my walk, in my darting sideways glace as i left the restaurant with hobie, the very set of my head recalling his old, preening habit of checking himself out in any mirror-like surface."