#I’ve been really exhausted

[randompajamaalt]

aaaa I’m still alive I promise I’m not dead here have eyes (tw for BRIGHT COLORS, HARD CONTRAST, EYESTRAIN)

[anothersuperstition]

like five commissions would solve so many of my problems right now …. 🌀you want to commission me🌀…. 🌀you want to look at my pinned post and you want to commission me sooooo bad🌀…….

a few recent commissions ⬇️

been loving leaning into more illustration/poster work and would love to do more!!

[babywan-kanblome]

“what’s it like being a star wars fan?”

me: “Well … our fan base is mostly made up of crying middle-aged bigoted-sexist-man-toddlers that can never be satisfied with any new project and they unfortunately make this fandom very unapproachable for anyone that would like to get into star wars, and they all need to be thrown into an escape pod and launched into the sun. other than all that, it’s pretty chill and what not.”

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Old woman yuri in celebration of the eclipse

[aurora-boreas-borealis]

My rage is simmering, simmering within the cracks of my broken wings.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 31: Post Game

…for the sake of the world’s happiness.

[panthermouthh]

Crazy how taking time off work actually gave me the ability to do Tasks

[pxssyboyares]

need to hear WAY more commotion for femme transmasc btw

[sciderman]

You said that if you dated Peter or Wade it would make you miserable. Which– Okay fair, Wade does have a history of purposely hurting the people he loves.

But what about Peter? Why do you think dating him would make you miserable?

because I’ll always know I had the option to climb a 6’8 cyborg and I passed that up for a sweaty little twunk that I perpetually have to remind to bathe (sorry peter)

[stardustvanfleet]

soft pretty bob jakey bc i’ve been having a tough week and i miss him :-( 🩷

[ashmcgivern]

My free time is fleeting but doodles of my children persist

[soapcan18]

MY PALMS AND FINGERS STILL REEK WITH GASOLINE FROM THROWING FUEL TO THE FIRE OF THAT GRECO-ROMAN DREAM PURIFY THE HOLY ROCK TO MELT THE GILDED SEAMS IT DONT BRING ME RELIEF NO IT DON’T BRING ME NOTHINGGG

[spineless-lobster]

rotting in bed

[softestepilogue]

full offense but fandoms are unbearable because y’all are unlikable. y’all are so weird and i will die on that hill.

this is like the third time i’ve been in a fandom where a white male SIDE character is heavily favored by the fandom and they start jumping through hoops, and grabbing reasons out their asses, to prove why the main poc character is a terrible person. they will also ignore any wrongdoing of the side white male character.

it’s so fucking weird and exhausting.

[elohimkin]

had a long talk with one of my friends about a bunch of stuff where i mentioned that i don’t like to tell people about my spiritual beliefs because they are unconventional and he was like “yeah, occult literally means hidden knowledge” and then later a different friend messaged me asking to explain a spiritual phenomenon that happened to someone she knew and i’m just….. feeling a lot of euphoria about my identity. like knowing my friends see me as someone who is occult in nature is just so so validating

[regular-lord-reckoner]

Today’s definitely a rough one. This is the first time I haven’t gotten my dad something for Father’s Day. Something I used to worry over because he would rarely tell you anything he wanted or needed, but it never seemed to matter in the end because he always loved whatever I would come up with and I always got to give him a big hug. I miss him so goddamn much.

I‘ve been thinking about him a lot lately and how grateful I feel to have had him as a father. He accepted me in a way few people can and like my mom always said, he let us be us.

He loved sharing in other people’s joy and congratulating them on their success, but he also gave grace and understanding during the hard times. He also taught me a lot about boundaries and what you will and won’t tolerate from others, even those you love the most or who say they love you.

He taught me a lot about people and the world and even when I disagreed with him or pushed back he made room for my perspective (and, like most children, I suppose, I’m realizing more and more every day how right he was about some things…not all, though! And I hope one day we get to continue our debates).

He was a man of integrity and honesty and I feel incredibly fortunate to have spent the time that I did with him. I’ve been thinking a lot of the trips we went on, especially the one to Chicago for one of my mom’s work trips.

While she had to go to lectures my dad and I took on the city and had so much fun just wandering around while he told me about all the architecture and we visited museums and the aquarium together.

I miss those moments. I miss him messaging me with things like, “Breakfast?! It’s here!!” and our Panera trips. I miss taking him to his appointments and sharing our music with each other during our travels. I miss him calling me over to his laptop so I could read some article he’d just found and he’d say, “Now, what do you think about that?” and I’d usually have a take that made him laugh real big.

He was a warm, gentle presence always there by my side all throughout my life and I like to think he’s still that even now.

He loved yellow flowers the best, especially sunflowers, and I feel like everywhere I go now I see yellow flowers and especially sunflowers. They’ve probably always been there, but it’s like the first time I’m really seeing them and always right when I need reassurance I’ll spot one.

I’ve always been big on the butterfly thing as well and have felt like Ashley’s paid me a visit like that many times, but this year I’ve noticed a big yellow butterfly that meets me often now whenever I’m outside and I like to think that’s him.

There are also two butterflies that like to hang out by the pool. One that’s pretty stoic and calm and the other that dances all around and is full of energy. I always say hi and thank them for coming to visit and they always just hang out for a good while before fluttering off to some new adventure.

It is hell on earth to lose people you love, especially this early on in life, but I want to do more to keep both of them alive in my memory and so I thank you for letting me ramble a while about my dad, aka Full Cup also known as Poppy.

The last thing he said to me was that I was going to have a good life and he said it with so much conviction that I believe him and it’s something I hold on to during my hardest days. Through that and all of his lessons and time he spent with me I still have him by my side and that’s a very precious gift. Thank you, Dad. This is our first Father’s Day apart but I hope Ashley’s got you something going on y’all’s end and I hope it’s spectacular!! Happy Father’s Day, Full Cup. I love you to the moon and back 💚🌙✨🌻🦋