So I Found A Pitman Shorthand Translator Last Night

Dracula Daily sketch(es) for October 5th.

In which Mina grows worse, the Count makes a daring fashion choice as he flees, and Jonathan makes a promise.

the look of love ೀ

how to describe a loving gaze

⇸ eyes darting all over your face, trying to figure out which part of you they want to set their eyes on the most (it's impossible)

⇸ gazing at you like you're miles away only when you're a few feet away, standing with another person. their stare is hard, intense, but also melting and blank.

⇸ a featherlight touch to your arm with their eyes softly peering up at you. they can't believe that you're allowing them to touch you like this—so innocent, so softly.

⇸ late nights where its just the two of you in a car. they turn over to look at you but immediately turn. for the safety of the both of you, they can't stare at you any longer

⇸ when you're teasing them, they have to bite down extra hard to not release that smile from their lips. their eyes are squinted more tightly than usual. still, they're glued onto you.

⇸ meeting their eyes from across the room, and the two of you have the exact same thought. you turn away first to hold back your laughter, but their eyes are pinned onto you.

⇸ a softened gaze in a random moment. there's no reason for them to be looking at you like that—with slightly hooded eyes and parted lips—except for the fact that they just love seeing you

⇸ you're twirling around in your new outfit, showing the 360 angle. their pupils look like they're completely taking over the iris of their eye. suddenly, breathing becomes a lot more faster than they remember.

⇸ tears run like thrashing rivers on your face, dripping onto your pants and soaking the sleeves of your shirt. but they don't care. even when wiping your tears, they still can't get over how you look absolutely angelic like this.

⇸ eyeing you in the middle of the night, feeling incredibly lucky that they are the only one who can look at you in this state. a smile dawns upon their face as they trace the shape of your jaw, press their fingers in your cheekbones, and kiss you on the cheek.

⇸ a make-out session that seems like it will never stop until they pull away, and the reason being, "i needed to look at you like this," with swollen lips and a red flush.

⇸ laughter dying down into silence. looking at each other and bursting into laughter again.

⇸ being completely bare in front of each other after a long night. shameless admiration where their eyes move up and down your face and body. there's a mix of lust and adoration in their eyes.

⇸ watching you storm off, and all they can do is stand there, focused on your fleeting figure. their face is contorted—not in an angry way—but a look of concern flashes across their features. did they just lose the one they loved the most?

⇸ getting food with the other person and realizing that this is all it takes for you to be content. this is what happiness feels like, you think.

⇸ a gripping hug that makes you feel so seen. that one second during the embrace where you two both look at each other, and time stands still. you want to frame the expression on the other person's face.

⇸ seeing you, and a beaming smile immediately breaks out of their face.

Polonius: Tell Ophelia about the birds and the bees.

Laertes: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

ah yes, the shelleys, those people famously known for not loving lord byron and wanting to be near him

I also drew some epilogue scenes cause they can’t all be sad!

Burdock showing off baby Katniss at the Hob :,)

Katniss showing up at Haymitch’s house to sell him rabbits after Burdock’s death :,,,,,,)

i need more people to talk about them bc they lived together, solved crimes together, beat up men together…. i’m getting the vibes that historians would call them “ best friends”

mwahah i tweaked their dresses and outfits (obviously) for this. My thought process behind this? picture it: instead of going with that murderer piece of shit to the party, they go together. they kiss n then kill him. the end 💓

(also they are literally 💖 and 🖤 girlfriends PLEASE )

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(source: The Birmingham (UK) Evening Dispatch, December 17, 1904.)

ALT

― Ovid, Metamorphoses

I think the truth every KF fan needs to accept is that Forrest could rizz every single goddamn adult in that town and it wouldnt even be hard.

He is THE fandom bicycle solely because he has too much rizz

Forrest x Sandra? Practically canon.

Forrest x Ponty? Easy.

Forrest x Peggy? Straightforward.

Forrest x Teddy? Toxic old man yaoi, love it.

Forrest x Ricky? Go for it.

Forrest x Virginia? Fantastic.

Forrest x Marie? Spicy.

Forrest x Murphy? Stepdad 4 life.

You could ship this mf with ANYONE and it would work. He is straight. He is gay. He is queer. He has no concept of the spectrum of sexuality. He is all sexualities at once. He is infinite. Forrest is that bitch and will always BE that bitch.

You hate that your favorite bands are exercising their free speech.