are there even 5 nice things about me?
- If I do something, I tend to give my best.
- idk I kinda like baking.
- I am into mythology.
- I really became stronger than I gave me credit for this whole time.
- I feel at home in museums uvu .
Thank you and sorry if it took me a lot to reply!
I made this transparent too if anyone want to use it for their blog `v´
Just be sure to credit me for the art if you do~!!
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
#it all changed when the anxiety nation attacked
FrUK coffee shop AU
Quaint little coffee shops dotted the streets of Paris, yet the autumn breezes and falling leaves had led him to the warmth of a quiet café just off the main street.
The Frenchman who single-handedly served and managed the café had impressed Arthur. Francis, (as Arthur would eventually come to know him as), was as equally drawn to Arthur’s “caterpillar eyebrows” as Arthur was to Francis’s charm and wit.
Days and weeks had passed, and Arthur found himself back at the coffee shop exchanging teases and furtive glances. He was attracted to Francis, and it was a truth that he could no longer deny.
That Friday morning, Arthur found a note tucked under his coffee cup.
I see you looking at me.
I end at 7.
I saw the albion fan art and I kind had an heart attack <3 <3 <3 and the fic is very nice! If you have time, read it.
you’re a no good punk, arthur.