Silly Little Stuff And Some Trosh Because I LOVE RHEM

silly little stuff and some trosh because I LOVE RHEM

I was watching silence of the lambs for the first time and ITS GOOD I like it and yea so I drew some doodles during it

27 Years of South Park

Finally done ｡ﾟ(TヮT) I did 16 pages of these while guessing the characters' proportions, I'm so stupid for not making character sheets. Everything would be nth times easier if I did.

Oh well, they turned out great anyway.

Yasss, I can still catch up with Damenfest ‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و̣̩⋆̩

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i'm always delighted by an enjolras who is stupidly oblivious to his feelings but on the other hand please give me an enjolras who is painfully aware of them.

give me an enjolras who is acutely aware that he is different to the other amis, that he will never be able to express himself in the same ways that they do.

give me an enjolras who watches les amis drinking and joking around and smiles along passively, but always feels a pit in his stomach and a heavy weight on his shoulders, anticipating the rise of the revolution and knowing that their happiness could shatter at any moment.

give me an enjolras who knows he isn't a fun person to be around, who knows he seems distant and untouchable when there a million thoughts running through his head, who deflects concern and masks his fears with a stoic and prideful facade.

give me an enjolras who observes everything happening around him but never finds enough time to join in, who realises just how much of his youth he is missing out on but never gets the chance to grieve it.

give me an enjolras who dismisses marius not because he cannot comprehend the idea of romance, but because he is tired of everyone obsessing over something he knows he will never experience.

give me an enjolras who is acutely aware of his beauty and charisma and ability to manipulate others, who feels no guilt for using it to further their cause, but wonders if anyone ever sees the real him.

give me an enjolras who can't stop himself from ridiculing grantaire because he reminds him of himself on his worst days, when in the back of his mind his faith dares to falter and a tugging in his gut whispers of what is to come.

give me an enjolras who knows he can be cruel and terrifying, but who understands it is sometimes necessary to be terrible for the greater good.

give me an enjolras with so much to do, always in a state of go, go, go, who then stares at the ceiling in the middle of the night, unable to fall asleep when there is no longer anything to distract him from the fact that he is very, very scared.

give me an enjolras who at some point realises he is leading his friends to ruin, who is overcome by a staggering guilt for each and every of them, but who knows he has nothing to live for and everything to die for.

give me an enjolras who, for a split second, hand in hand, feels a kind of love for grantaire in his death that he had never felt for anyone or anything in his life.

Some lesmis...