“Noise On The Tele” By Me.

Just finished this gift drawing for my friend :3

they gave me a boo gif for my birthday ^///^ yay

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The Great White is here to tell you he thinks you’re pretty amazing too!

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This artwork was inspired by my PTSD episodes that are triggered by sex.

i m o k a y < 3

:)

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Meet Aslan, my nonbinary oc :3 They’re a lion! 

I thought it would be interesting to make a nonbinary lion character, as lions are traditionally very... gendered. The maned lions (male) are typically seen as very masculine-- the kings, while the maneless lions (female) are typically seen as very feminine--the queens. 

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Incredibles 2 posters feat. Edna Mode

“Sick Shooter”

I drew my sona Fira fighting during a zombie apocalypse. I’m really into this sort of thing, one of my favorite movies being World War Z. But this piece in particular was inspired by the resident evil video game series. :)

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Shaaaark!

I love sharks. <3

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I call this piece Faulty Thoughts, Faulty Blame

Have you ever had someone say something to you that echoes in your mind years later? Maybe you’ve heard it a thousand times, in so many forms that you wonder its authenticity.

For me, it’s the feeling that I don’t belong on this earth. In this piece, I wrote down everything that has become my own thought, after hearing them over the years from my mom, my family, bullies, and friends. They’ve become my own dialogue however, picked up by the demons Anxiety and Depression. It’s a shame. 

Lately, I’ve felt like talking is pointless, as people have come to accept that being broken, and hopeless, is just who I am. If I get sexually abused through my whole life, it’s just expected that it’s my fault. If I get bullied constantly, it’s just because my personality is weak. If my family hates me, it’s because I did something to deserve their hatred. I don’t feel like I can rely on people, as everything in my life is shocking-- and it’s lost its effect. It’s not surprising anymore, and people just don’t have the energy to be sympathetic. Everyone is desensitized. Tragedy is just an expectation for me and nothing more. That’s why I can so bluntly proclaim tragic information because I just don’t deem it as otherwise significant anymore. This is my normal. My father once told me, “It’s no one’s job to care about you.” It’s made me feel selfish to rely on people. I should just bear it on my own.

I hate myself because I shouldn’t be here. As everyone says, it should have been the triplets here, not me. I wish I didn’t have to bear this agony, either. All the suffering that my family and friends have had to bear, has been because of me. I am this... inhuman force of nature that brings tragedy to everyone around me just by breathing.

I never understand what I’m supposed to do. People tell me to rely on them, but once I do, they tell me I’m annoying and destroying their lives, exiling me with a tongue of pure hatred. Maybe the sentiment was skin deep. But if I block people out of my problems, I gain resentment as well, as if I’m betraying them. They eventually leave me anyway. I’m constantly unsure of how to be around people.

I apologize for venting to people. But I just feel lost. I feel hopeless. Should I just live my life alone? Should I be lonely?

happy pride fish belong to the gays