harrystyles Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally. March 6th.

wish i could pet kevin day like a rescue cat. buddy it is going to be ok i promise u i know u are going to be scared the whole time but u are my little babey. stop biting me

lets go to the beach beach

if im killing myself and youre killing yourself then who tf is gonna write the yaoi

“How stupid, that someone so short could have such a presence.”

― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

I love the idea of kandriel going on road trips together sm!! I had this idea for quire some time and finally drew it thihihi

when you're talking about the character and the person who likes the character starts typing for a long time

HUDSON WILLIAMS

For Timid Magazine (31/12/25)

it's cause you always on that motherfucking Character

everything coming full circle (2/2)

just a boy with big dreams and a signature pose

You're nine years old. And you love your home.

You don't have a dad, but that doesn't bother you. You have the best mum ever. She's warm, and fun, and kind, and funny. She helped create a whole sport, but tells you you don't have to play if you don't want to (you do want to, you want to very much, you two play it together, it's the best thing in the world). She has never hurt you.

She's famous. Which makes you famous too. You have cameras on you a lot. But if you want to stop or leave she lets you, she helps you, she shields you.

Over the last few summers she sends you to your godfather to play the sport so you have the opportunity while she works. She thinks it'll be boring for you if you stay with her. And your godfather has a nephew for you to play with. You hate the summers. You don't want to be there. It's bad. But you're told if you tell bad, bad, worse things will happen. So you bite your tongue.

And then your mum dies. Your mum dies and you see her lifeless body. Your mum dies and you have no one in the whole world. No one that protects you. No one that cares about you. No one that loves you. No one that holds you. No one that lets you even say "no". Suddenly everyone hurts you. Suddenly those summers are every day, all the time. But worse. Suddenly you aren't a nine year old boy anymore. You're an object, a pet, a posession, a toy. Suddenly you're intimately familiar with total isolation.

You're nine years old and you can never go home again. Home doesn't exist. It's a thing in your memories that will only ever exist there again. And you long for the end just for it all to stop and to see your mum again.