ALMOST. JUST A LITTLE MORE.
Ahahaha I feel like I kind of copped out because I’ve been getting asked for Potter!Punks for ages, and never really was able to draw something I was satisfied with and now these are only busts instead of full bodies. OOPS. Sorry. Maybe one day I’ll do full body images, because I have about a million more tattoo ideas.
#Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Potter Punks #Okay because I know people will ask #but the description is already long: #Harry’s tattoos are #stag antlers on the sides of his head #a Japanese-style lion on his bicep #the sword of Gryffindor on his neck #FIERCE on his chest #Lilies on his arm #A star on his shoulder for each loved one he’s lost #and the Deathly Hallows symbol on his wrist #because it’s the same tattoo as me and I am trash #AS FOR RON #He has the weasley family clock on his bicep #it is also magical and works the same as his mom’s clock# MUM on his neck #BRAVE on his chest #and it’s not a tattoo but he has Scars on his arms from the brain tentacle things #I should have done way more for Hermione but lets pretend she’s just now getting into tattoos #She has STRENGTH on her chest #The Hogwarts motto across her throat #and ink and quill on her shoulder#my art #shut up cara #also I’ve started sketches of James Lily Sirius Remus Snape and Draco #ahahahahaaaaaaa
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2014 was one of those years that started out like “THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!!!” and its halfway through and we have a war going on, a deadly disease has been spread, countless shootings have happened, racism is alive, more people have been leaving living…
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!The arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck,You’ve fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.