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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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Anonymous asked:

this was a while ago but i never really realized how much i appreciated until now but a while ago i drew something for hearstrings and i dont really post my art on tumblr so i was suuuuper self-conscious about it like people seeing it and judging it lack of notes yknow, the usual and i remember i just blocked tumblr for a couple hours bc the anxiety was overwhelming but when i came back you reblogged it and tagged it i think "how come i didnt see this!!! amazing!!" and i just. so . i love u

oh gosh i miss a LOT of things in the tag im sorry!!!! i’m glad i got to finally see it tho! i love u too!

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Best advice I've ever gotten for not feeling awkward while drawing from a live nude model is to not look at the bits like they're titties and dicks and such, and instead just look at them as blocks of color and shadow. Or, failing that, draw so many naked people that you no longer care.

oh trust me my sense of shame is broken I don’t feel awkward its just that

drawing dicks isnt really my idea of a good time

boobs are fun i can relate to boobs but i dont have a dick
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Is there a possibility that Vera's grandparents will ever let Alyn stay with them because they can see he makes Vera happy? I feel like he would love that too aha just a random thought, I love you art and OC's!!! They are all so pretty aha

they’re wary about him at first but one morning they catch vera sINGING. VERA. SINGING. SHE HASN’T SUNG IN AGES. LITERALLY NOT SINCE “THE ACCIDENT”. she’s happier with him. they see that and they love alyn for it. they don’t mind him coming over. their house is pretty much always open to him. 

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vera grabs his shoulders, betrayed by her own gravity, drawn in by his. he rubs his forehead against hers and she can feel how uneven his breath is as it passes over her mouth. her fingers dig into his shirt.

“fuck,” he whispers absently, caging her with his arms, her back against the wall.

this slope is treacherous, she thinks, knowing that he feels the same. there is so much inside of her. she wants to give into all the good parts  - wants to hand them over, neatly tied up in a bow, and place them in alyn’s hands. he would take care of them. she closes her eyes as she releases a shuddering breath, his proximity leaving her aching.

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