Professional Photos Of My Babies :3

hello my lovelies :3

i finally published my second fic! it’s just a sweet little fanfic of the reader and paul snuggling

if you’re interested here ya go :)

spring is such a precious time

Spring is such a precious time

The blossom of new beginnings

The death of old

Evening tea, a comforting familiarity

Homemade treats given by soft hands

A sweetness so pure it makes bones rot.

Spring is such a precious time

I waited for hours, for days, for weeks

For these tender months

Dreams of picnics

Dreams of vintage rooms

Dreams of laughs, kisses, the world cradled in our very palms.

Spring is such a precious time

Upon the arrival of Winter my love left

A world shattered

A heart bereft

A little child crying in the emptiness

But as Spring beckons the tears dry

Laughter bubbles

Hopes renew

The tea is set

And Spring is a more precious time than before.

Happy Birthday to our beloved Lost Boy, Brooke McCarter. He would have been 62 years old today. He was a kind, funny, talented man with a heart of gold. Send some love to his family and to Billy Wirth today 💜

celebrating new years with the boys <3

hiya :)

i got a fanfic idea fairly recently for the lost boys so here’s a lil description..

It’s the late 1880s and David had recently met a charming young man named Dwayne, taking him under his wing and into his home. Dwayne had seen the wretched parts of life, but David’s world was something he was never expecting. His newfound discovery was wynorrific, but would it tear their blossoming relationship apart or bring them closer together?

i still have some things to work out with the plot, but i’ve got it set out for the most part. just needa get to writing more than a few pages now..

it’s gonna be called sweet orange blossom, and likely won’t be published till winter comes around, but i got other works in progress currently too so yk

guys i missed it :( i missed one of the few days of the year that i’m visible.. my essence is fading.. it was nice knowing you guys

here’s a little drawing i made for my fanfic that i might publish soon :3

it’s a lost boys fanfic that’s just sweet and fluffy cuz i kinda needed that tbh. it’s a paul x reader, with the other boys being mentioned

for anyone interested, i’ll post it on ao3, my account being WoodlandStars13

i hope you enjoy :)

and even if you don’t read it and whatnot, i hope you have a lovely day!

He does it every year but every time I see it, I want to cry.

am i the only person who has a poetic mind, paired with an awfully mundane hand? i could think words in strings of utmost harmony, surpassing that of shakespear himself, but as soon i as i pick up a pen, or even open the notes app for that matter, i can barely form a sentace following the laws of grammar.

its such a struggle

alr, so my moms been bugging me for awhile about the fact that i should do more things like writing and whatnot (especially if i can get money from it to save up for college), which i get. i need to start actually doing stuff with my life that isn’t just sitting around and consuming

but lately she’s been pushing me to use ai and praising it cuz it saves her a bunch of time with her self-made business, which ig i can understand. but at the same time like wtf no. i wanna be an author one day and i don’t wanna have to rely on ai to do the work that i should be doing

and what hurts me more is that she’s been using it to design things for her newsletters and whatnot, but that’s actively taking away from people who have dedicated so much time and energy into honing their craft, into becoming amazing

i know that ai can be really helpful in various ways, but i don’t think that means we need to use it, especially since it’s harming so many creative folk. i’m genuinely scared that one day, when i graduate into this world after spending years working hard to be a wonderful author, i’m scared i’ll be a failed artist the second i step out into this fucked up world. i’m scared i’m already a failed artist simply for being an artist

i’ve wanted to be an author my whole life, and it hurts to see a machine learn and develop quicker than i ever could and to receive more praise than my work ever has

and honestly, yeah i’ll admit i’ve tried using chatgpt before. i had no ideas and i desperately wanted to write, so i tried to see if ai had any good ideas. yet i didn’t care for a single one. they all felt so bland and over-used. it didn’t feel like me. sure, maybe i’m not using it right, but i still have my opinion and it’s not going to be changed

seeing humans hard work replaced with quick, white-washed crap hurts, and i don’t want to stand with the side of a machine