Yes, Of Course He Gives Snugs, What Would We Except From Him, He Can Barely Walk Like Human.

“The point I’m trying to make,” he said, brightening, “is the dolphins. That’s my point.” 

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Just one word: FINALLY

Can’t stop thinking about them and this moment. My heart still singing, my hands shaking, my head empty. Soft soft bois, as I am. And Merry Christmas to everyone!

Chapter 7 of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.

It seems pretty weird, my posted images at one place, but yeah, I still dont have or know my artstyle. I keep drawing and hope I'll find it one day. Or not.

just a little confession which in nobody interested, but I feel ashamed and need to admit it

Oh.My.God

oh, the places we’ll go!

(it’s been a year since i watched this show with @knightenchantrex. here’s a painting for you! 💖)

Chapter 4 is on the air and good night storytelling can start!

I can’t help myself, I love these two so so much (Dog as well) and their soft moments. Send love and kudos to my dear @elfontheshelves, the author of this fic and my best muse.

Yeah, I gave up to draw all stars on the bed sheets.

I did it! I didn’t believe it (and in myself), but I did second DTIYS and I have an odd feeling that Aziraphale looks a little dead, but he is not! He’s just exhausted. Little bit of stardust, old gods and two lovers, because I can’t draw anything else. Big thanks to @ran196242 for an amazing piece. You make astounding job and I absolutely love your artstyle and comics! Hurry up to read them, guys!!

A Good Day

by Kait Rokowski

Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries, took the bus home, carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment and cooked myself dinner. You and I may have different definitions of a good day. This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill, worked 60 hours between my two jobs, only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks and slept like a rock. Flossed in the morning, locked my door, and remembered to buy eggs. My mother is proud of me. It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course. She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale” with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs” But she is proud. See, she remembers what came before this. The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles, how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks. She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide. These were the bad days. My life was a gift that I wanted to return. My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs. Depression, is a good lover. So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you. And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world, That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting. It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created. Today, I slept in until 10, cleaned every dish I own, fought with the bank, took care of paperwork. You and I might have different definitions of adulthood. I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college, but I don’t speak for others anymore, and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for. And my mother is proud of me. I burned down a house of depression, I painted over murals of greyscale, and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live But today, I want to live. I didn’t salivate over sharp knives, or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge. I just cleaned my bathroom, did the laundry, called my brother. Told him, “it was a good day.”

My first digital dtiys, guys - still not finihed yet.

I worked on this piece for few days (there was a sketch on paper once, maybe a week ago...) and I am thinking I never finish it and I KNOW that @whiteleyfoster​ and her beautiful art worth for making it in proper way. So, I hope it’s ok if I’ll post it? And I am sorry I cannot do it right, but I would like to show you as well.

I just want to say (in a very odd way) how she inspired me and how deeply I fell in love with her Prince of Omens AU.  

(I just post it before it ends in my “never finished works”)

I hope you all had Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! ^^ I totally forget to post art for another chapter of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine, so sorry! As readers probably know, our bois couldn't keep their hands off each other for 5 minutes at a time, but nobody wasn’t surprised (me neither). What dorks they are and thanks God the kids don’t resemble their fathers/uncles and are much more smarter then them.

He’s back!

Crowley's back on his witchy shit! 💛