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Parts of it are very cringe but parts of it - well, still cringe, but worth sharing I think
Been busy with summer work lately so here r some destress clervalstein doodles bc that’s apparently all I can draw as of late
Keanu Reeves & River Phoenix // Romeo & Juliet
What if you had a reanimated 8ft corpse (of which you created) to chase down but god said faggot! You will suffer months worth of illness with only your gay best friend taking care of you. btw your brother dies myseriously straight after
Top 5 gayest Emil Sinclair moments
1. Kissing Demian on the lips, that whole last scene of them together was drenched in homoerotic subtext, with their faces being super close to each other and Demian whispering to him (the no homo by saying it was from frau Eva is so funny too cuz in the end he still was receptive asf to be kissed by Demian)
2. Seeing Demian shirtless, boxing and had to call him handsome n talk abt his manly face and thirst over his muscles like ok king
3. Hated dreaming about Kromer abusing him but when it was Demian dominating him he suddenly found it hot
4. Years of pining for Demian (he straight up says 'how i long for Demian') but lowkey being ghosted by him cuz kickstarting spiritual journey or smtn
5. Paints a portrait that represents many things for him, one of them being AN IDEAL LOVER, casually says oh it looks like Demian! Lord Jesus...
HONORARY MENTION: sniffing Demians neck and enjoying the scent
Also the way hes super horny for Frau Eva is rlly funny to me cuz he admits many times she looks A LOT like Demian, so the milf looks like the man u have been pining for since childhood but shes the gender society says its acceptable for you to like...inch resting, also the fact every woman hes attracted to is refered as BOYISH AND MASCULINE (Tho i dont wanna brush off Sinclairs attraction to women, to me he is clearly bisexual, i just found it rlly interesting theres so many layers to this story)
I am begging tumblr to discover this
Henry Clerval and the creature
You work at a drink cafe. Someone comes through the drive through just after you open. You hear a very deep and dark voice ask, “Morning. Can I get a venti dragonfruit strawberry blended tea, no ice, and a venti dark roast coffee, no additional accommodations.” The car pulls up to the window and you see the most sunshine bushy-tailed vocaloid-fan teenager in the passenger seat and the most gothic miserable bed-ridden man you have ever seen in your life. You hand off the drinks and the goth man takes a sip from the tea and hands off the coffee to the teenager. Somehow, you’re not surprised.