Rather near or far away, Wenees everywhere wish you a happy birthday! Many happy returns, Lee Hoseok!! 💖💖💖💖💖
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the media which consumes your entire soul at age 12 will forever be a part of you. this is an unavoidable consequence of living and you have to accept this fact. no matter how old you get, no matter how long it has been since you last saw its smug face peeking out from the bushes as it follows you, no matter if you think you have outrun it for good and that you're finally finally safe and you hardly even remember it exists anymore and your brain knows a few brief moments of true peace, it WILL catch up to you in your moment of weakness. and listen you don't want to hear this but sometimes this is necessary for your mental health. you will on instinct want to reject it and run away again but sometimes. sometimes you just need to watch that old show or listen to that silly song or read that weird book again as an adult and it will hurt you a little bit in various little ways but it will also heal you a little bit. you can call it nostalgia you can call it connecting with your inner child or whatever you want but just listen to me it WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TOO AT SOME POINT AND YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR THIS (i am forcibly dragged off the stage by security)
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Jrwi episode 98 spoilers
I’m having totally normal late night thoughts about this episode.
I just imagine as Gillion is laying on this table, trying with all his power to stay awake, in a fully delirious ramble, constantly asking May where Chip and Jay are as she can only just reassure him that they’re coming. Not because he’s concerned for himself, but in his state completely forgot they left to go save his life, and that he’s worried for their well being. Until the very end, putting everyone else’s in front of his own needs. And as the remaining of his strength begins to leave him, where his vision starts to fade, his hearing goes quiet, and his breathing slows, tears pool from the corners of his eyes and they trail down the side of his face as he can do nothing but sink into this abyss, so tired. He doesn’t fear his death, but he mourns that it’s happening, that Chip or Jay aren’t here to see him off. But maybe it’s better for them to not see him in his final moments.
And in this darkness, he can do nothing but sink further and further down, suffocating. Until there’s this golden light that appears from above, and it grows brighter until it engulfs him into it.
His eyes open. And he’s on the ship, Chip was telling Ollie about these cookies filled with raspberry filling, Jay was navigating the ship and besides her sat this shirt round grey creature with a puffy striped tail, it’s peaceful as they sailed along the waves. It feels like he can breath again, the pain on his chest gone, this ever looming dread hanging over him is gone. This was nothing more than a dream, but it would be a calm one.
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Everybody wish me luck on the Apartment plan because if we get it my cousin and I are going to turn the spare bedroom into a room to do physical art, and I have the best Idea for a GIANT painting.
I want to paint Bo and Vincent as Icarus (one of those paintings where you can flip it upside down and it will be right side up of the other character); they’ll each have one wing.
I want to layer wax on the canvas to sculpt the wings three dimensionally.
It will be the greatest physical art undertaking I’ve ever done, and I’m so excited to try that it feels like my rib cage is vibrating lol
(When I do a digital sketch of the painting concept I will post it here)
RIP me if we get that apartment because I am 100% going to get too much into mixed media paint and wax art when I actually have space to experiment. I used to drip red wax like “blood” over certain art pieces, but I haven’t created physical art in so long. My child is starting school next year so I will have 8 hours a day to work on my various arts and I am going to SPIRAL. I can’t wait. Præy Villain Era. I want to order a hoodie with pictures of that painting printed on the sleeves. Maybe brambles embroidered around the wrists to represent Bo’s scars. OOH I COULD DO THAT ON THE ACTUAL PAINTING SCULPTED IN WAX. Ahhhhhh I am excited.
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listening to rbd and reminiscing the time i made Ponchito a mix cd with my favorite songs + wrote him a letter with my bad spanish djsjdjsdjs
Anddd I’m just sincerely hoping now that he never listened to the cd nor read the letter, because while I don’t remember which songs i included, (i remember i included some reggaeton tracks tho 💀) or exactly what i said in that letter, i’m pretty sure it was cringe 🙈
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Eclipse
May night descending be a mere eclipse;
Dim light hung close, but brushing harmless by
May shadows curl in sleep with softer curves
Til gleaming slivers wisp to brighter day
May sun’s bright rays ever ’round corners be
The lamps mere stopgap for the light to come
The cooling winds bring nothing but relief
To sweat-slick skin in summer’s sneaking burst
Between winter and spring. Stranger and friend
Alike shall pour onto the new-mow’d lawn,
Impromptu-picnic-party in full force.
Press safety glasses into your friends’ hand
Stare up towards the moon’s new waltzing dance-
The dark has passed. It’s alright. Go to class.
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