The Ringo Lisa . . . . .

He's so cutsie <333

YESSSSS 🤤

george harrison with sexy little earrings and choker you will always be famous

SCREAMIFJ I LOVE THEMMM <33

silly doodle of teddy boy starrison bc it's my favorite era

Ref for my new oc!!! Recently I started playing The Arcana again and had to make oc... Ofc I had to like... give them... interest in bugs... copris lunaris og beetle no one will tell me otherwise

idk what my first post should be but here's my favorite blinkies + ones th@ describe me !! :) + some are made by me

I'll probably add more later

Woah! Is that an Intro???

Call me either martian or Cas! - he/they -

I mainly draw but don't post much art =)

I used to be into fanfic writing a few years back and I'm trying to get better at it.

I am a minor but I have one draft that's nsfw,, I'll probably still publish it, Idk.

I'd take most requests for the shows/people below + more depending on the request.

Fandoms (aka what I'll write/draw for):

The umbrella academy

The Beatles (mostly George + Ringo)

David Bowie

The owl house

Buffy the vampire slayer

(Maybe) the Monkees

The arcana

I NEED a hunter toh fic inspired by skin by oingo boingo

"This is someone else's story

Someone that I never knew

This is someone else's body

Am I getting through to you?"

Tw: revised only a little

Note!!: I'm mid rewatch of toh, but I haven't got to hollow mind yet + don't remember much of it. This takes place post hollow mind tho. Also LOVE oingo boingo!! Song is so good

Sitting in his room, hands folded yet with a tight grip, a mind racing from everything he had seen and gone through, hunter thought it all over. Everything.

It ripped him apart just to fathom. The torture, the lies. Beneath all the fond and horrible memories, who was he if not just a disgusting extension of everything that emperor belos built.

He could hardly wrap his mind around it. And how could anyone expect him to?

A carbon copy of someone you can't become.

"If you peel away the skin, is there anybody there?"

A recreation of something you never were. Shaking, shivering, and suddenly feeling like a foreigner to his own body, he subconsciously curls into himself on the bed.

Running a hand through his crooked hair, he shook subconsciously, slowly taking in the full gravity of his life.

Part of him knew that if he dwelled on it he would only sink deeper into it; losing himself in his own mind, but what did he care? What did he have to lose? Himself? He was already long gone. What could possibly help him out of this?

All these questions, all unanswered and doubts about his entire existence flooding his mind. It felt like an endless and undying pit of despair, ready to swallow him whole at any given moment.

Who was he? -- when it all came down to it, underneath it all, what could he be?

"If you peel away the skin, is there anybody there?"

Under what belos molded him into, physically and otherwise. He physically couldn't find a clear sense of his identity under the guise of the lies he had known his whole life

Taking a shallow breath in, his eyes lilt shut, his body forcing him into sleep with exhaustion finally creeping up on him.

"Over years the walls have grown

Is there anybody in there

In this self inflicted tomb?

If you peel away the layers,

Is there someone in this room?"

I was gonna post this on the first but i forgor 😢😥😓

The crazy thing about George Harrison is that you will see thousands of pictures of him where he looks absolutely stunning, like drop dead gorgeous, absolutely bewitching, and then you will read dozens and interviews and testimonies of people being like "George Harrison is so much more attractive in person, the pictures truly don’t do him justice" or like "being in the same room as him was an indescribable experience that no picture can compare to" or "the photos could never quite picture how intense his eyes are" …

And it’s like "oh okay so meeting him would have killed me, I would have just fucking died on the spot, direct eye contact with him would have made me crazy beyond repair, cool."

It gets better // Five Hargreaves x sick!reader

Summary: Five Hargreaves x reader where reader is very sick, only from a common cold. can be read as platonic!!

Warningz: this takes place in S3. Mainly bcs I'm rewatching it rn.

Note: rushing to get this done before I'm not sick anymore :/ divider by @enchanthings

It gets better - AlicebanD

you've been sick for almost a week now, which, for you, was odd. You were one of the members of the sparrow academy who had survived fighting with the umbrellas. Due to your powers being similar to Five's and rather useful to the group, the umbrellas decided (with some disagreeing) that you should stay with them.

you had been with them for only a few months now, which allowed some of the siblings to get to know you. You were on decent terms with most of them, and were more friendly, suprisingly, with Five; the oldest who appeared youngest. He would spend more time with you because he knew you had a time-related power like his, and thought of the potential that you could somehow, some way, fix up the kugelblitz.

now, in these few months you'd gone out to check up on your siblings once or twice, with Sloane or one of the Umbrellas always trying to talk you out of it. Those times, and the times when five would drag you out of the hotel on some mission were the only times that you even left the Hotel. And yet somehow, you had come down with a cold. A bad cold.

it had you sick for nearly a week now, and it didn't seem to be letting up in the slightest. This was unusual to the members of the umbrella academy, as they didn't get I'll very often. And even as a sparrow, the case was the same for you; And in spite of this, you couldn't seem to get any better.

Out of all the people you were staying with, five seemed to be the most worried about you in your current state. You wondered if it was because he saw you as his way home, or if he was using you in any way. Typically he would never act the way he was right now. He was completely out of sorts, hardly getting any sleep and constantly freting over you, making sure that you had any medicine you needed to get better.

All of his siblings were beyond surprised at his behavior, they didn't really know how to receive the way he's been acting. He's giving you almost round the clock attention and care. When he isnt checking up on you or refilling your glass of water or finding painkillers or preparing food for you, he is likely hard at work, brainstorming more ways to help you feel better. This was completely out of character for the typically stone cold boy who was sarcastic towards others at best. But to be caring and doting almost like a mother hen? What have you done to him?

But he couldn't help it. It was in his nature to try to find solutions to things that needed solving. But above all that, he was worried sick for you. And Five seemed to find himself caring about you in a genuine way that he expressed naturally, even more than he did with his siblings. Five had only known you for a few months, but had come to form a connection with you; the two of you bonding over your shared abilities and struggles regarding time travel.

It was due to this common ground you two had that he would develop this much care towards you. As he was tending to you, he would leave you to catch up on sleep during the nighttime and would dote on you during the day. It was during one of these nights that it happened, he finally did it! After weeks of you being bedridden under his care, five had found something that he thought would help. He wasn't totally positive about it, but it had to work this time, he thought. It was a medicine he had made himself that would enhance your power, channeling the strength from your abilities and using it to fight off the illness. It seemed like his best shot so far.

He immediately ran out of his shared bedroom, swinging the door shut before bolting to your room. In spite of the late hour, Viktor opens the door, letting his brother in while rubbing his own tired eyes. Viktor didn't need to ask why five was here, considering this had happened a time or two before, but he had never seemed to be in this much of a hurry. The boy rushed past him and over to where your bedside sat, gently shaking you awake.

"y/n, y/n" five sounded almost frantic. He knew this would work. It had to.

He shook you gently "I need you to wake up."

Your eyes slowly flutter open, and you feel the now familiar discomfort of trying to wake up when sick. Your bones ache underneath you as you do your best to prop yourself up in bed.

He passes a medicine cup in your direction as you strain to sit up.

"Take this. I made it different this time. It will help, trust me y/n."

You took it from him, taking a good swig of the medicine without question. You trusted him more than you probably should have, considering the short period of time you had known each other. But the feeling was mutual at least.

As the night passed by, you fell back into sleep, and five went back to his room, giddy with anticipation he didn't expect to have.

In spite of how many times in the past he had said the same thing to you, "it will help this time, trust me." This time, unbelievably, it seemed to actually take effect.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt refreshed in a way you had almost forgot that you could. Hell, you had been sick for so long that it almost felt strange to feel normal again.

The first thing five did when he woke up was check up on you, expecting you to still be as sick as you have been. To his surprise, you were sitting upright talking to his siblings; already awake, above all you seemed so much better than you had been. Upon seeing you, be was filled with an unexpected rush of emotions. All of his efforts, and he was finally seeing results. He had worked so hard to get you better, hardly realizing that he had grown to care more about you when tending to your needs so frequently.

Before he could think about how he would look, about it would damage his ever unwavering pride, he ran up to you. You almost jumped when he pulled you into a tight, remarkably stiff, but loving hug.

Now that he had you, he couldn't stand to lose anyone anymore. He wouldn't let it happen. And, Above all else, he was so, so thankful that you were okay.