I am here to also inform you, your art is very tasty, i want to lick it like a popsicle, your painting style reminds me of a waterfall
Oh this is an ask, might as well throw a question
What's your favorite thing to paint?
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But my favorite thing to draw is women! Cuz women are pretty! Especially their anatomy!
I also love using statues/sculptures as reference!
Like these!
(Tw: Bare bodies!! Of sculptures!)
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why do people marry people they dont like and act like its normal
I think dislike is something that grows over time; I don't think anyone sets out to become partners with someone they activily hate, but rather a lot of factors play a role in growing resentment.
One major one is probably lack of honesty. It seems like something that can be avoided rather easily by just... being honest? but for a lot of people they dont think theres much incentive to be honest about who they are all day every day especially when courting someone. They might present a version of themselves thats appealing moreso than it is honest and when they finally get a partner they might think they can drop the extra bells and whistles. But when the bells and whistles are what got them in the door, the lack of them might be what gets them pushed out, metaphorically.
I'd say the feeling of it being normal comes from how older generations were raised on the idea of marriage = stability and many people were raised to just put up with whatever for survivals sake. People have parents, grandparents, great grandparents who just didn't like each other but stayed together because they had to and that gets passed down to the younger generations so it seems like "a thing that just happens when you get married" is extremely common
Theres a lot of nuances to it but its something that happens, and it happens frequently enough that a lot of people understand and accept it as a thing. That doesn't make it a good thing, that commonality doesn't totally equate to normalcy. But theres a chance the person you like might do something thats completely intolerable for you and its a core part of their personality and you may never find it out until they feel comfortable enough to share that with you, and that comfort may not come until well after you married them.
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Happy Fanniversary, Ali, @nv-md I love you so so much! You are a wonderful bright spirit who writes amazing stories and let’s lil ol’ me scream at you for your brilliance. I’d quite happily like to keep you forever if that’s alright with you? I mean, of course, I’ll share you with everyone else (because I’ll cause a riot if I don’t) but please know that you’re a complete delight to know!
The below silliness is for you. Please don’t judge to harshly, it’s been a mad day at work but I couldn’t resist putting a little something onto your dash!
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“Iㅡ” Harry shuffles from one foot to the other, both hands hidden behind his back.
Draco raises an eyebrow and stares him down until Harry shrinks back half a step, looking positively horrified. It takes Draco every ounce of self-control to keep his signature cocky smirk off his face, and he presses his lips tightly together to ensure he doesn’t accidentally chuckle. There’s just something about Harry, acting and looking anything but the confident young man that he isㅡ, not that Draco is in any rush to tell Harry that this is how he thinks of him.
Truth be told, there is a nearly endless list of things Harry has said, frequently says, has done, and frequently does that turn Draco’s legs to jelly, but he keeps those safe in his diary, the one he’s had since he first started Hogwarts. It’s been fifteen years, and he keeps a close guard on it, keeps it locked with a multitude of spells, but there’s an entire page thatㅡif unrolledㅡis about fifteen feet long, and it lists all the million and twelve tiny things Draco has noticed about Harry.
“Will you be mad?”
Harry’s question drags Draco out of his thoughts, and he’s momentarily torn between drawing his brows together to frown at Harry or rolling his eyes. Either option is acceptable, really, because Harry’s question is utterly imbecilic. In the end, Draco settles for a derisive snort.
“To be mad, Potter, one actually needs a reason. Since I don’t know what you’re so positively terrified about, I can hardly fix you with a skin-flaying glare now, can I?”
Harry looks like he actually considers this for a moment, then he nods slowly, silently conveying that Draco’s rhetorical question does seem to make sense. Draco just about manages to bite back a scathing remark. Old habits die hard, even if a lot has changed since Hogwarts and his and Harry’s petty rivalry.
“Well, just promise me you won’t blow up or mock me.”
This time Draco does actually roll his eyes.
“I can promise you the former, Potter, but I can’t promise you the latter.”
For some inexplicable reason, that makes Harry smile. Although Draco has every intention to remain serious, he can’t resist giving in to the insistent tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“Fair,” Harry says with a lopsided grin that makes his green eyes sparkle with the Potter-typical mirth.
Draco watches as Harry produces an ivory-coloured envelope from behind his back. It’s sealed with the official Potter family crest, and as Harry hesitantly offers it, part of Draco wants to make him sweat and simply stare at the gift, but he can’t bring himself to do that. And so, he takes the proffered envelope and breaks the seal as gently as possible. It still breaks in half, just as it’s supposed to do.
“Uhm, I really didn’t know what to get you; I thought about a card because you know paper, but it somehow seemed not enough, and well, you know me, I’ve never been the best at words.”
Draco nods in agreement because it’s true. Harry’s strong suit is his heart, his righteousness, his unwavering belief in the good in people, and his desire to protect and save, and although Draco often mocks him for it, he also loves him for these very reasons…among others.
Opening the letter properly, Draco pulls out a thick stack of neatly folded papers. Upon closer expectation, the papers are a deed, and upon even more immediate expectation, Draco’s throat dries up, and a thick lump wedges itself somewhere between his voice box and Adam’s apple. He tries to swallow around it, but it’s almost impossible to do so. Blinking hard, really hard, Draco stares at his own name and the property address, Grimmauld Place, and before he can even begin to process the meaning of this, Harry starts babbling.
“It used to belong to the Black family, and I know Sirius left it to me, but the house loves you, and in honour of your mother, well, I thought we could own it togetherㅡ Uhm, only if you want to, course. I signed at the bottom; you’d have to sign as well to make it official.”
Harry doesn’t get further than this because Draco tosses the envelope and the deed onto the coffee table, takes Harry’s face between his hands and pulls him into a fiercely possessive kiss. He claims Harry’s mouth, swiping his tongue into the warm, wet cavern that tastes of coffee, oranges and chocolate. Draco is suddenly heady with desire and unwilling to draw away; he walks Harry backwards until he’s got him backed up against the nearest wall. Harry lets out an oomph, and Dracoㅡstill cupping Harry’s faceㅡbriefly breaks away from the kiss and stares at him, eyes almost black with desire. Harry’s eyes mirror his own, and Draco can’t help but smile. It’s a goofy grin. He’s about to dive in for another kiss when two of Harry’s fingers land on his lips, effectively stopping him. He glowers but says nothing.
“Is that a yes?”
Draco inhales sharply.
“What do you think?”
Harry shrugs.
“I don’t know.”
“Harry James Potter, you are an idiot.”
Harry guffaws at that.
“An idiot in love. Now, is that a yes?”
Draco rolls his eyes.
“Circe’s tits, Potter, of course, it’s a fucking yes.”
Harry grins.
“Great, can we continue makingㅡ”
He doesn’t get to finish that sentence because Draco is on him, kissing him and groping him and just generallyㅡand quite desperately soㅡtrying to find a way to show Harry somehow just how much he means to him. He fails, of course, though he doesn’t admit that to himself, and he’ll never admit it to Harry either. Because that’s just not how Draco Malfoy does things.
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