#golden hour boy

[motley-cunt]

before I go to bed. this one from josh shultz from earlier in the tour.

#….jesus christ. #andy posting #andy biersack #andy black #my fucking god #sometimes I wonder how he walks the mortal earth #golden hour boy

[frostbeees]

8.4.23

#golden hour boy #cole caufield #mtl

[uraandri]

feeling stressed about exams, venom snake is back again as my phone background

#golden hour boy #ura.txt #metal gear solid

[nomaptomyowntreasure]

if anyone is looking for me, I'm just in the corner sobbing my eyes out.

#fall out boy #fob #pete wentz #pw #2ourdust #that was my last tourdust show #in the wake of saturday #more than an hour #wentzing #when he smiles at you and you feel golden #fobmsg

[drillchips]

How many mirrors must I break,

Before I only have one face?

#ooooo boy #I can’t get the quality any better but alas #I started this when thanks to them premiered and finished it an hour ago #have to wait till 1am to watch for the future so just in time #my art #anyways let this kid suffer just a little less please and thank you. #no reposting #hunter toh #the owl house #flapjack toh #toh belos #phillip wittebane #caleb wittebane #golden guard #I read all the tags when you reblog ;)

[luxtoony]

Sensei

Well that came out a little different than intended, the bg changed everything so grab both versions ^^

I was VERY emotional while doing this, many thoughts about the bad future timeline, about Casey and his state in the new one, his memory of Master Leonardo.

I think most of it glimmers it the golden light, it's preciousness weighting down it's wearer.

Edit: Big thanks to @threestripeslider for the playlist, I was so glad to hear Iris, and Flares is officially my F!Leo song

Happy Easter Holidays! And if you don't celebrate it, I wish you the best time filled with calmness and happynes.

Guys guys guys! I finally know in some capacity how to draw Peepaw! You know what that means? After the Holidays you are getting soul crushing(aaand fun) animatics!

What do you mean Mikey is a Peepaw I need to learn to draw too?

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #leonardo hamato #future leo #rise future leonardo #rottmnt movie #luxtoony #my art #rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt art #hey I have a twitter now! #i will be plugging it more later #anywho I hope you like this golden hour boy too #Happy Easter!

[marquisecubey]

a late afternoon in september

#cubey's art #persona 3 #kotone shiomi #minako arisato #hamuko arisato #persona 3 femc #akihiko sanada #akiham #persona 3 fanart #digital art #art #illustration #digital illustration #I still love the composition on this one so much #haha no babe don’t turn away from the dark tangled lower corner of the frame to stare at the last fleeting glimpses of sunlight ur 2 sexy #I also recently went back and altered the colours on this bad boy so if it looks slightly different from its twitter counterpart thats why! #shout out to kacey musgraves' album golden hour because I realized the other day that I listened to it a lot while drawing this

[angryhuangyu]

Day 1 Harringrove week: Song prompt "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston

#Listen. I needed soft domestic golden hour harringrove #AND I DAMN DID IT #damn I want what they have.... #also its already the 24th where Im from so..... #harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #fanart #huangdraws #art #artists on tumblr #soft boys #:''''(

[nollimet]

“A love letter to all the newts who’ve made me cry”

Linoleum relief print, violet ink on fawn paper, 2023, 14”x14”

[Available for sale on my store]

A few close ups (that betray the true colors)

#ya boy had to run outside at golden hour to get this photo bc it was the only way to capture the paper color correctly #you can’t tell but the ink is just a little purple #original art #ht’s art #lino print #linoleum print #relief print #relief printing #print #print making #print maker #cute animals #Salamander #newt #amphibians

[herewegobebe]

'Guilty' Jacket Shooting | TAEMIN 태민 Ep 1 [x]

#shinee #taemin #lee taemin #guilty #guilty jacket shooting sketch #ethereal boy in the golden hour #my.gifs

[2-rustywings-2]

🍓🍊

Doodle of the bois I forgot to post here

#pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #fugonara #jjba fanart #jojos bizzare adventure fanart #golden wind #vento aureo #I love me some soft boy hours

[leoss-sx]

#grunge #pale #mine #golden aesthetic #homens #gay men #butt #golden hour #flowers #gay #gayboy #tequilizou #followers #tumblr boy #boho #insta #aestethic #twink #cute #gayhot #indie #photography #photographers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #cottagecore

[chair-full]

#aesthetics #self growth #snow #motorbike #james franco #teen boys #childish gambino #yoonkook #Ariel Winter #chrissy teigen #black girl #golden hour #eva mendes #mcfly

[zxmm4]

𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓰𝓰 ☸🌞, 『 🥃 』 ∼🪔🧭

#bts #taehyung icons #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung moodboard #bts icons #v icons #taehyung layouts #v taehyung #namjoon icons #seokjin icons #yoongi icons #hoseok icons #jimin icons #jungkook icons #bts moodboard #gold aesthetic #golden hour #gold moodboard #old boys #golden egg

[cheeseballcheeto]

yosuke doodle ٩( 'ω' )و

#p4 #p4g fanart #p4 golden #persona 4 #yosuke hanamura #best boy #i love him #omg i can hear birds #i have to wake up in four hours oh god

[hannahssimblr]

I spend three hours wandering around the estate looking for Goose. I've checked every front garden, every hedge and flower bed and under every car, looked inside bins and up trees by the time I'm forced to contend with the fact that I haven't confronted the railroad tracks yet. I don't. I never pluck up the courage.

I can’t fathom it, being the one to find him there, sweet Goose with his little kitten paws and soft pewter fur. This thought that I hadn’t even considered until Michelle spat it at me is tormenting me now as I forlornly wander the evening streets, calling out the name that I’m not even sure he knows to answer to yet. 

I stumble upon Jen in a little park we used to drink in when we were fourteen. She’s been out looking too, evidently, but has had enough and is sitting on the ground gazing out over the last russet streaks of sunset over Dublin Bay. 

“Have you given up?” I ask her. Her eyes are clouded with sadness 

“I have a feeling he’s gone, Jude,” she says. I feel a lump forming in my throat. “He mightn’t be. He might come back, you know, cats are known to show up after being away for days, weeks, months even,” this is the sort of bargaining a person who refuses to accept the obvious truth gets too involved with, and the kind I’ve been doing with myself the whole afternoon, thinking that maybe if I imagine Goose’s return with enough conviction I will magic him home again, but Jen, for once does not match my idealism.

“He probably doesn’t know where his home is yet, he’s too new.”

“Yeah,” I shift some loose gravel with the toe of my shoe. “Jen, I feel so awful.”

“I know,” she says, and holds her arms out to me to pull me to the ground and wrap them around me, “It isn’t your fault, it could have happened to any of us.”

“I ruined the entire day with my stupidity.”

“Shh, stop,” gently fingers stroke my hair at the nape of my neck, “you just made a mistake, it’s human.”

“Did I ruin your date?”

She pauses, “It’s okay, I don’t think she realised it was a date, and it's probably for the best.” 

The wind rustles through the trees around the park, and I feel chilled with the knowledge that change is coming. The school year is ending soon and now the future lies unavoidably ahead of me, a path completely untrodden. 

“You’ll find someone else to take to the debs,” I tell Jen, peering at the side of her face as her short crop of chestnut hair is backlit by the sunset. “You should have been the first person to get a date anyway.”

She gives me a half smile, unconvinced, “there are like, four lesbians in our year including me.”

“Out lesbians,” I point out, “You never know.”

“When I go to college it will be better,” she says firmly, “school is just destined to be shit, romantically, I mean.”

“In all ways, I think.”

She just laughs. 

“This stuff is bullshit anyway.”

“What is? Love?”

I rub my arms where goosebumps are rising with the cold. I should have worn a jumper. “Yeah, you’re not missing out on much.”

A silence follows, one that feels deliberate, but I venture into it anyway, “Michelle and I had a bad fight earlier.”

“I heard.”

“Us shouting?”

“Mm.”

“Sorry.” I wipe my nose which is running from the cold with the back of my arm. “It was terrible, we both said awful things.”

She just circles her hand on my knee in a vague gesture of comfort.  

“Sometimes it feels like she’s trying to hurt me, you know what I mean? It’s like she has all of this bad stuff stored up that she wants to, like, unleash. It’s so vicious. It seems like she really wants to dig her nails in and leave a mark on me, and then I get so defensive, like, because talking it out doesn’t work, I have to shout, and I have to be horrible too so that she’ll even react to me.”

“We all say things we regret when we’re upset.”

“Yeah, but it’s so destructive. I come away from it all feeling like shit. Like, this isn't who I am, I’m not a person who fights. At least I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be up there saying these things to her, but I can’t stand there and let her say them to me either.”

“Yeah.”

“And I worry a lot about what things are going to look like after this year is over, like, with college and stuff,” even mentioning it makes my stomach feel tight, “like, um, how she wants us to live together and all.”

“And you’re nervous about that?”

I sigh, “Well, I don’t know, it makes sense to do it, right? She thought we could get a little place near NCAD, and we’ve been looking at houses online, and… I don’t know. The idea of being around her all of the time, like, twenty-four-seven, sharing a bed, eating every meal together, walking to college, it makes me feel claustrophobic, and then I worry that if I feel that way now, how am I going to feel when I’m actually doing it? Surely it’s not supposed to feel so terrible, right?” I prompt her when she doesn’t respond, “Jen? What do you think?”

She pauses for a long moment, toying with the aglets on the end of her boot laces. “I think that you’re asking me for an opinion I’m not prepared to give you.”

“...right.”

“We agreed, I agreed with you both that I’d never talk to one about the other. It’s not fair on me and I don’t want to feel stuck in the middle of it.”

“But-”

“You’re both nice people and I love you both so much, but when you are together you are absolutely horrible. That’s all I want to say.”

I don't know how to respond to that, so I don't, I just sit in bad feelings and wish for the millionth time that my brain was normal enough to make good choices on its own and not beg them from other people.

I sniff again, though this time I’m not sure if it’s just because of the cold. “So, um, the acceptance deadline for those other colleges is coming up.” 

“The foreign ones?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you still going to turn them down?”

“I promised Michelle that I would.” 

Jen’s shoulders slump, all of her does, like someone has let the air out of her, but she just says, “Alright.”

I feel the teeth of my genuine desperation for her opinion, her approval gnawing at me. I just want the sage words of advice she’s withholding from me, “Is it a mistake? Like, if I reject their offers? Would that be the stupidest thing I ever did?”

“I don’t know.”

“I worked hard, you know? I really put everything I had into those applications, I gave them the best that I had and they loved it, they said really nice things about me in the letters, and sometimes, like, I think I’ll die, or something, if I don’t leave Dublin. But then there’s Michelle,” I fist the front of my hair in my hand, “and the things at home, and I don’t know what the right thing is, whether it’s hurting myself or hurting everyone else…”

“Jude,” Jen suddenly grabs hold of my face and forces me to look into her eyes, “you have to do what feels right, okay? I’m not going to tell you what to do. Like, just… you need to fucking search within or whatever.”

“Uh huh. What does that entail?” 

“I dunno!” She lets me go and stands up, brushing dirt from the back of her jeans, “C’mon, it’s cold, we should go home.”

“Uh, I was kind of hoping you’d be able to solve me, actually.”

“No, this time you can solve yourself. C’mon, up!” She presents her hand to me and I let her haul me onto my feet. 

“Ugh, Jen,” I say, feeling myself sinking back into a melancholy hole again, but she links my arms and brusquely walks me toward the playground gates with all the pep of a middle aged Sunday morning power walker. “You know what? I think we could both do with something nice to make us feel better.”

“What do you mean ‘something nice’?

“Like, I dunno, an ice cream or something.”

“What time is it? It must be after nine.”

“Yeah, so? I was thinking of that place with all the weird flavours, do you remember that?”

“Yeah, but it’s all the way in town. Effort.”

“You can drive, can’t you?”

“You want me to drive? Jen I hate driving.”

“I think you’ll do it for me.”

“Why’d you think that?”

She eyes me sideways, “After what you put me through today, hm?”

“That's manipulation.”

“No, it's payback.”

“Fine. I’ll go get the car.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Come on, before I change my mind.”

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#lucky boy 2010 #love the golden hour lighting here i gotta say #sunblind u did it again #san sequoia is also just gorge #even tho it's not my fave world it's got that perfect leafy suburban vibe i want #tw: pet loss #tw: pet death #tw: violence mention