My Stomach/appetite, A Poem

but they did go to specsavers

Draco: Alright, and what do we do if we see a trouble?

Everyone: We drag Harry in the opposite direction.

Draco: Good.

Harry: Hey!

draco: if you have 10 cookies, and i ask for 5, how many would you have left?

harry: none

draco: … harry, this is basic math, it’s not that har-

harry: i would give them all to you because i love you

draco:

draco, visibly holding back tears: disgusting. absolutely repulsive. get out of my house.

this is so silly but ngl i am obsessed with raymond bc he looks like draco… so i had no choice but to draw this bc i firmly believe draco would be REALLY into a little kitty villager that looks like him

I see a lot of positivity posts about 12-year-olds just learning to draw.  Posts cautioning us to be mindful of 11-year-olds with no grasp of anatomy and 13-year-olds whose characters are all the same person with different hair and clothes, and I love those posts.  Those are great posts.  Keep those posts coming, tumblr.

But can I ask, what about the 25-year-old who just bought their first ever sketchbook?  What about the 32-year-old who’s been drawing for a month and has just about got the hang of a human-looking face?  What about the 67-year-old who finally has time to sit down and learn how to paint like they’ve always wanted?

Not everyone starts drawing as a child.  Not everyone learned as a preteen.  Some people start in college.  Some people start when their career is going well and they feel like it’s time for a new hobby.  Some people start after they’ve retired.

Not all beginner artists are kids, and I just think the adults ones deserve some encouragement, too.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65160004/chapters/167595925

I managed to post my first chapter for my Cinderella Boy fanfic!

Both Alike in Dignity

Blurb: Chase and Deacon Hollow usually had nothing and wanted nothing to do with their grandfather’s longtime rivalry with the town’s poshest, most stuck-up lady. Like how water flowed and how the apple fell, that was the natural order of things. 

That was until an unsolicited ‘Diane Forenski cordially invites you to an afternoon garden reception in celebration of her dear grandson’s arrival in Sugar Springs…’ lands in Chase’s reluctant hands. And then suddenly, with the arrival of one smug, snarky, blue-eyed boy powered by a quiet obsession with chocolate and all things shiny, Chase finds himself very much entangled in the Hollow-Forenski feud.

Or: Buddy is Diane’s grandson

what people think writing is: worldbuilding, churning out entire chapters in one sitting, metaphors, character building, finishing novels, flawless plotlines

what writing actually is: random 1 am thoughts, zoning out into fictional worlds, associating songs with characters, writer’s block for six weeks at a time, coming up with plot twists at the most inconvenient times