#shine down

[lavidaraq]

A Symptom

A symptom of being human. I can’t help but think of you when I hear this song. Not that you even remember when my birthday is or that November rain is a favorite song. Maybe it’s just the group and how obsessed you were with them. So I guess memories, feelings and songs can be symptoms of being human. No matter the song is amazing where you lack lol. We’re all just passing throughPassengers…

[herewegobebe]

MINHO | Waterbomb 🔥 [Cr x x x ]

[the-meme-monarch]

been rewatching hlvrai and drawing along :]

edit i fixed the last one (drew his gun on the wrong arm and it Ate At Me (yes i just flipped the drawing what are you a cop))

[lokiusly]

the sun can’t shine on Loki anymore so now they shine the sun on Mobius

[zennesaph]

that which is king of all things, the perfect being

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

and once again I have drawn a tiny four

[mipexch]

been thinking about something wicked a little too much lately. no harm in romanticizing the ominous dreadful unstoppable force

[larkbunny]

Request from @lickthecowhappy

Thanks for the request! This was fun ✌️

If anyone likes my art and wouldn't mind throwing some support my way, I would be super grateful ☺️ here on ko-fi

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Realizing Dick Grayson is just some guy™ is the worst thing that ever happened to Tim drake.

[sepezzz]

Sorting the archives and a particularly cheesy dancing song comes on

[linkvcr]

Heyy~ some of the sksw npc girlies for the requests mayhaps? 👀

i love skysword npcs they're always so fun to draw

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next tw: anxiety attack

[thesilliestcryptid]

happy pride!

in honor of pride month have some horror movie women that make me feel not so straight

[me-beef]

colorful horse show

[speakofcompersion]

~Always Shinin' ☆°•

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

three times katniss talks about peeta completely normally in catching fire

I watch as Peeta crosses to the table, the sunlight from the window picking up the glint of fresh snow in his blond hair. He looks strong and healthy, so different from the sick, starving boy I knew in the arena, and you can barely even notice his limp now. 

I hadn't thought about it much, but in the arena at least some of the boys got to keep their body hair whereas none of the girls did. I can remember Peeta's now, as I bathed him by the stream. Very blond in the sunlight, once the mud and blood had been washed away. 

I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. I've seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepers' guns away from me in District 11. I don't know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don't notice much because they're so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they're a light golden color and so long I don't see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks. 

(every time she describes him, which is often in this way, it's like in a romcom or movie where the hero steps in and he's bathed in some sort of otherworldly glow so we know that THIS is the person, this person bathed in golden light.)