petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.
Shut up. I needed a kitten stealing a pancake on my blog.
Honestly, if you don’t need a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog, it had better be because you already have a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog.
i want to rub manakete grima’s belly. i bet it’s ticklish. i was thinking about my dog when i was drawing it. is it normal to think of fuzzy animals when drawing au, lord-of-the-undead dragon gods? maybe. i don’t care, though.
i’ll get around to colouring it eventually but my wrist is killing me