Hey guys, I’m trying to prove a friend wrong, so could you reblog this if you think art will always mean something as long as you’re having fun, please and thanks :]

anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful

life's too short to write for an imaginary critic that you fear will hate what you wrote

"And now, the curtain rises."

Okay, I hate to do this, especially now considering the situation, but I really just don’t know what else to do.

I’m scarily close to failing all of my classes this year because of issues with my heart which my mother refused to take me to the hospital for for over a month and I can’t get an appointment through my GP for at least another three months and my state’s been getting worse. Ive almost collapsed several times, and the heat and having to walk to my classes every day because my mother won’t drive me nor pay for the bus and my attendance has dropped from 100% because I literally cannot get myself in to my classes so I’m not getting my bursary either is only making it worse.

I would go private, but I’m not allowed to work, and cannot do so behind my mother’s back without risk of being kicked out, so this is kind of my only avenue to be able to go to a cardiologist privately.

I kind of have to figure out a way to cover travel expenses so I don’t fail this year and have to pay for my next year which I won’t be able to do and also pay for a private cardiologist appointment because I’m genuinely scared for how my condition’s been worsening over the past two years.

My commissions are open and prices are up for discussion, honestly, literally anything helps right now, because I know bad everywhere else is and I don’t want to distract from that, but this is kind of the last option I have.

I don't want to ask AI a question. I don't want AI to write my sentences for me, at all ever. I don't want AI search bars to be the default and I don't want them to be in such a way that I can't opt out. I don't want this kind of AI in my life and there is no such thing as AI art, there is only theft of art from human artists by AI scrappers. I don't want any of this, I hate it. Maybe in a world that isn't driven by tech bro capitalism we can see machines doing all the dangerous inane things so humans can be free to pursue life and creativity. But that's not what's happening right now and I hate it.

VISCERA. floyd leech

tags: cooking, not actually unrequited love, courting rituals, cannibalistic thoughts, developing relationships, food as a metaphor for love, blood kink, first kiss, wingman jade, underage smoking, culinary crucible (twst), they're sooo in love ur honor

word count: 17,686

Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

when I was making @ikemen-daily-questions, I put a desktop theme to it as well. I don't think everyone uses desktop, or manually views the actual blog on desktop, but I think this is cute:

he's just happy. just a lil guy, brining you the questions. give him a pet afterwards, he's workin hard.

Leonardo once told her about one of his childhood memory, it was when he wanted to clean his room full piles and piles of books. While he was tidying up his room, he noticed many books he had collected but didn't read, he was much enthusiastic reading one book and another one, then another one, till the sun is went to sleep and the dawn came

"Master Leonardo, you said you would tidy up your books..." - said the maid

"Oh, it's dawn already, I'm sure that I will start it now" - our little man gave out his smile, like he was trying to comfort his maid, which he was 😆

Inspired by the promised election story - Childhood category - Leonardo's story

I found the story is super super adorable 💕💕 and I finally draw the young version of him 🫶🫴

Poor Sebastian has absolutely walked in on some questionable activities

little snob

May 1st is fast approaching, the birthday of my dearest darling Theo. This whole week I'll be accepting SFW asks from everyone to celebrate! If you wish to send in NSFW asks, you must be off anon and have your age marker in your bio! I will not be putting a limit on how many asks one person could send.

I've scoured Tumblr for lists of asks to send in and this is it! Please be sure to specify which list you're picking the ask from along with it's relevant number/emoji. (Example: OTP asks, number 5. // Random asks, ☘️)

I'll be reblogging this occasionally. The deadline will be 4/30/24 9PM EST. I'm looking forward to celebrating with you!

@nad-zeta 👀💙🌻

Fun Facts About Poe

Arthur: you spelt this wrong

Poe: I what

Arthur: you spelt this wrong. You forgot the U

Poe: you mean spellED.  *looks at it* there’s no u in color, you dumbass

Arthur: YES THERE IS

Poe: NOT IN AMERICA

Arthur: WELL THIS ISN’T AMERICA

Poe: IT ISN’T BRITAIN EITHER

⋆ 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝓮 𝓢𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

⋆ It was never boring, being with Floyd. He was unpredictable, spontaneous, brightening up your life in ways you never knew possible. Each day brought something new, depending on his mood. The mornings where he refused to let you leave, whining and squeezing you tight, preventing you from getting out of bed. If you managed to escape his hold, he’d find you, complaining as he wraps his arms around you.

⋆ You could be in the kitchen making breakfast when Floyd comes in, sleepy and annoyed. He’d approach you, complaining how you were gone as he holds you from behind, practically laying on you. As you cooked he would attempt to drag you back to bed, telling you it was too early and that you could have breakfast later. He would change his tune once you were done, the smell hitting him as he realized how hungry he was.

⋆ The days where he didn’t want to work, dismissing the idea and saying he didn’t feel like it. You would have to bribe him to get him to go, giving him a sweet kiss and promising him more when his shift ended. He would happily agree, wanting a few more kisses before taking off. Though, that’s not to say he would work his whole shift, startling you as he bursts back through the door an hour or two later. He had different excuses each time, like work being too boring or having missed you.

⋆ Azul would call you once he realized Floyd had left, asking if you knew where he was. He would hear him in the background, demanding he come back to the lounge. Floyd would tell him no, saying he didn’t wanna work, adamant about his decision. Azul would sigh in frustration, knowing there was no point in trying to convince him, apologizing to you before hanging up the phone. Floyd would then ask about the kisses you promised him earlier, looking at you expectantly.

⋆ Or the nights when you would surprise him, stopping by the lounge while he was working. The way his eyes would light up when he noticed you, shouting the nickname he gave you in delight. He would disregard what he was doing, ignoring the cries of protest from the customers he was serving as he headed your way. He was so happy to see you, his mood skyrocketing as he pulled you in for a hug. Jade would watch you both fondly, telling Floyd he would serve you and mentioning he had people waiting, gesturing towards the tray he abandoned at your entrance. He would grumble, reluctantly letting you go as he listened to Jade, heading back to work. Jade would lead you to a table, taking your order before leaving to get your drink.

⋆ You watched Floyd as he worked, your eyes meeting throughout the night. He would put his hand out whenever he passed your table, holding a piece of your hair or poking your cheek, unable to resist the urge to touch you. You would even find yourself with a dessert you hadn’t ordered, Jade giving you a wink and holding a finger to his mouth as he nodded towards Floyd, silently letting you know it was from him. You would stay until closing, waiting for him to clock out before heading home together.

⋆ One thing people didn’t realize was how perceptive he was, able to read any change in your mood and unafraid to point it out. He would go quiet, staring at you for a moment before asking what was wrong, noticing you were upset about something. He wouldn’t accept any excuse you gave him, wanting to know exactly what it was that upset you, wondering if he needed to squeeze someone. If it was comfort you needed he would be happy to provide it, holding you in his arms gently. Moments like these were rare, but more common than some may think, soft and quiet and intimate. He knew you just as well as you knew him, complimenting each other despite any differences you had. No one else could compare to him in your eyes.

⋆ You were dressed in nice clothes, fancier than what you’d normally wear, on your way to the lounge. You were invited to a big event Azul was having, celebrating the anniversary of the Mostro Lounge opening. The lounge was fully decorated, part of the dining room cleared to create a makeshift dance floor, a band playing in the corner. Azul was dressed in his nicest suit, mingling with the crowd as Jade and Floyd carried trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvres, offering them to guests. Jade noticed you first, getting Floyd’s attention and gesturing towards your direction. He did a double take upon seeing you, smile growing as he gave you a once over, loving how you looked.

⋆ He made his way over to you, giving you compliments as he continued staring at your outfit, saying you should wear it more often. He noticed others were staring too, giving them a look as he emphasizes that you should wear it more often for him, moving to stand closer to you. As much as he wanted to hold you he couldn’t, his hands full at the moment. You noticed he was starting to get upset, moving to lean against him so his mood wouldn’t worsen. He seemed satisfied with that, your sides pressed against each other’s as you stood there. You took a drink from the tray he was carrying, talking with him as you looked around the room, watching the crowd. You looked towards the dance floor, surprised to see how empty it was.

⋆ He noticed where you were looking right as the band switched songs, playing something more jazzy and fast paced now. It seemed to be a song he was familiar with, his eyes lighting up in recognition as he quickly handed the trays he was holding to an employee passing by, spilling some of the drinks in his haste. He turned to you, saying “C'mon, let’s dance!”, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto the dance floor with him. He wasn’t doing any dance in particular, instead feeling the music and moving his body with the beat. You laughed as he pulled you around, his enthusiasm contagious as he would spin you and dip you throughout the song. In the middle of your dance you stared into his eyes, sounding a bit out of breath as you told him, “You make me so happy, Floyd” in between laughs.

⋆ His face lights up at your words, unable to resist wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you close. He would be leaning down holding you, your faces touching as he nuzzles your cheek, laughing.

“Awww, I make *Nickname* happy? You make me happy too! So happy, I never wanna let you go~ Hee hee” ♡

Originally posted: March 6th, 2024

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡