Aw Hell Yeah Another Bathroom Baybe 💪💪💪

rb to have a super gay 2023

ango yipee yipee

Drew the first one today, trying to find a style I like 💔

Little gif I made for Ango's birthday as a bonus

Hey! I know I haven't really posted anything for purple in like, a hot minute.

My laptop broke a while back but hopefully I'm getting it fixed tomorrow, I've really been getting back into the lore again these past few days so hopefully I'll be back to posting more stuff soon

thinking about the people who vanished without a trace. The mutual who reblogged something as usual and never came back online. The friend on discord who just disappeared, and when you go to check on them their account is deleted and theres no other way to contact them

I look out of my window and hope you are okay, I wish you well and Im sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.

I hope we meet again someday but until then. Stay safe. Stay alive. Be well.

UEDA.

Moths but. More moth :3 -Eddie🐶

do you think we're humans because we're gay, or we're gay because we're humans

Im going to answer this as someone who grew up closeted queer and trans in a very conservative place, as a scientist, as one hell of a neurotic person, and as the accidental leader of a strange internet cult. We arent humans because we are gay nor the other way around. We are gay, queer, different, diverse, unclassifiable, unlableable, baffling and strange because we are alive. Science has no fucking idea why we are that way, probably never will. We dont know why we are that way and probably never will. Existing as a spectrum, as everything we are, is the most utterly alive thing there could be. We are alive and therefore we are gay, it is inherently in its meaning, to exist is to differ, to create, to live in uncountable different, chaotic ways. Just like we arent just sad, or angry, or happy, we are often many of those at the same time and often we dont understand it or know. Being gay is like being everything else about being alive: uncertain, unique, chaotic, strange, baffering. We know nothing of very big things, we know nothing of very small things, and we barely know shit about things our size. The only thing we can do is love as messily, as undefinedly, as strangely as possible. Who fucking cares.

Pd. Apparently I wrote this last night after taking 3 xanax and i do not remember it, but seems like i forgot to hit post, probably because i passed out. Make whatever of this piece of useless fucking wisdom my brain formed while high as a kite

мой любимый арт! я к нему нарисовала ещё и обратную сторону в стиле арахабаки. хотите увидеть?

Monster High March(ish) - #2025MHChallenge

Prompt 4 - Stripes

I just wanted to draw Ghoulia for at least one prompt lol