#I've worked with many talented people and they all have 'look at me' ingrained in their DNA

[krawdad]

I guess I had never considered myself theatre people because I have this trait where I am okay with, and in fact actually prefer not being the center of attention.

[the-colourful-witch]

Hey there! Congrats on 1,000 followers! Your art is so awesome, you deserve it completely.

I feel like your art is so unique and magical, so I was wondering if you have any artistic inspiration? Also, another question, how did you come into your own style?

Anyways tysm for drawing my favorite characters and I hope you have the bestest day ever :))!

Hiya! Thank you so much! Hearing that you think my art is magical means the world to me! <3

I am so happy to hear so many of you like what I make and it brings you joy. That is the goal :) I do have lots and lots of inspiration! I've been drawing for years and my style has developed a lot over time, but a few artists have stood out for me for a long time! One of the first people I studied was Drawing Wiff Waffles on YouTube. Her videos made me so happy and I was learning to draw people from her. After that, it became a trail of talented illustrators, like Eli Spencer and Su-Wi here on Tumblr, Amélie Fléchais, Beatrice Allemagne, Oliver Jeffers and Jim Kay. I remember so vividly; a few years ago I first discovered that there had already been three illustrated editions of Harry Potter released over the years and I had no idea! I bought the first three with some pocket money and fell in love with Jim Kay's work. The way he combines realism and fantasy is truly magical to me. He awakened a new hunger for illustration in me. I've since studied those books many times, looking for inspiration. For both this blog and my own illustration work. He will always be my number one when it comes to inspiration. I was so sad to learn he's not finishing the series. I'm sure the next guy; Neil Packer, will do a brilliant job, but still; I'm pretty sad about it. I wish Jim all the best with his mental health and hope he recovers and finds joy in creating again <3 That is worth a lot.

For the second part of the question; that is a hard one :) I am still learning a lot and trying new things and I don't think my style is set yet. I indeed do a lot of the same things for this blog, so I guess that is a style here... I get a lot of questions about style and I have to be honest: I don't like the word. It feels too set, if you know what I mean. I prefer to think of it as handwriting and muscle memory. A lot of the things that come with style are little hangups and choices an artist makes over time that become ingrained in their muscle memory, which looks like a style. But the thing is: style evolves over time. It is not a set thing and I don't think we should view it as such. It restrains artists from experimenting and following their intuition. In short; my style is a combination of little tricks and hangups I've collected over the years. I'm still learning and I am enjoying that journey :) <3 I have collected a few photographs of my sketchbooks over the years and here you can clearly see a learning and experimenting curve:

From top to bottom: from about 2021 to 2016 I think... give or take. Thank you so much for your fun question! I hope you'll continue to enjoy the character illustrations full of magic!

[giantkillerjack]

[Just writing out my internal monologue to parse my thoughts!]

So I watched this helpful video and now I am considering a totally different approach to publishing my graphic novel script drafts! Maybe a different approach will help me stop feeling the need to nail down every tiny detail in what is supposed to be early, flexible drafts that I can share for feedback and for EVERYONE LOOK AT MY LITTLE GUYS

Ahem.

I've already done the kind of story beats that they're talking about here - I made some a long time ago to show the overall arc of the saga.

But maybe I can do some more storybeat art to show individual scenes as well!! And instead of posting an extremely detailed script for every scene, I could just share and give context for each storybeat art!

Maybe doing that would make it easier to consume the early version of the story I have been posting on AO3!

OR maybe I should stop publishing the script drafts altogether, so that I don't feel the need to polish so much this early on....

Anyway, I definitely want to continue working on developing a healthier relationship between pacing and my desire to publish quickly. I am always giving myself unnecessary urgency that doesn't make me faster but does make me anxious and guilty!

I do genuinely need to get faster at writing/illustrating/publishing, but shame does nothing for me but hurt. It's just a deeply ingrained reflex that I have to keep working on!

It's all complicated and nuance-y and shit, but i have made progress all around and I am starting treatment with an ADHD specialist.

So hopefully, I will continue to get slowly healthier and also be able to work on my honing my craft and getting closer to telling AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE ABOUT MY BOYS. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 (I am so grateful for all the helpful educational videos that talented people like this one share online!)

*Ponyo meme voice* Jack loves... storytelling! Jack loves... art! Jack loves...

Adderall.

[mimisempai]

I love everything about you

Summary:

As they argue during the preparation of a mission, Loki wonders if he has messed up. As they make up, he realizes he's not the only one with insecurities.

Notes:

I have seen comments about the ship Lokius being unbalanced, that Loki could never be physically and romantically attracted to someone like Mobius. This is my way of responding to that kind of nasty comment

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32561806

1997 words - Rating T

"You really shouldn't have said that."

How many times had he said that to himself?

In the time he had known Mobius, Loki had changed a lot, not to please him, but because Mobius had shown him that he could be anyone he wanted to be.

However, the desire to be accepted and to prove his worth had been ingrained in Loki for a long time, and Loki knew that sometimes he tended to talk too much in order to overpower his interlocutor.

But there, he had bluntly yelled at Mobius in front of the whole team and even if his point was valid, he shouldn't have.

"You really shouldn't have said that."

Sylvie had caught him as he had left the office, after slamming the door. He had said he didn't care about Mobius, but both he and she knew he was lying to himself. It was precisely because he cared that he had become angry.

He had finally found a place where he was accepted and people who appreciated him as he was, with his flaws, people who encouraged him and made him want to be better. He had ruined it with a few words because of his misplaced pride. He had made it a personal matter when he had promised himself to always be professional when it came to his work, even if Mobius was involved.

"You really shouldn't have said that."

He had gone back to work, his face closed, and had done what he had to do without the spark that usually animated him while trying to avoid meeting Mobius as much as possible.

This was the first time since they had been together that they had had a real fight and Loki had never felt this kind of anxiety before, this time he had a lot to lose. He wasn't good at apologizing, but this time he wanted to show Mobius that he was as invested in their relationship as he was.

After turning several times in front of the door of their apartment, he finally decided to enter.

"So are you done sulking?"

Count on Mobius to attack first. Loki figured there weren't that many ways to handle the situation. He gathered his courage, took a breath, and began, with his head down, "I'm sor-"

A hand rested on his. "Wait, Loki... I'm the one who's sorry."

Loki gasped.

"Yes Loki, I'm sorry and I shouldn't have reacted like that to your suggestion. I have my own insecurities and unfortunately this time they kept me from being objective."

"I don't understand Mobius, what insecurities and what could I have said that awakened them?" asked Loki, puzzled and surprised at the turn the conversation was taking.

"Come on." replied Mobius as he led him to the couch before continuing, "We'll be more comfortable sitting."

They sat side by side on the couch, facing each other, Mobius' hand had not let go of Loki's.

"I've always felt a certain amount of pride since I can remember because I have a talent for strategy and a pretty smart mind. It may sound pretentious, but it's just that I'm aware of what my strengths are. Damn it! It's ridiculous but I owe you the truth. Having a lover like you is more than I could have ever expected in life. You're handsome, have extraordinary powers, you're young - on a human scale - and intelligent. So when-"

"Mobius no!"

"No, let me finish. I'm telling you how I felt, it doesn't mean that's what it is. So I was saying, when you came up with this strategy that was excellent, better than mine, I had this irrational thought, what did I have to offer you? I look ordinary, I have no powers, I'm older than you, so it's like I felt robbed of the one thing I'm good at.  That's what it was all about. Your lover is an idiot filled with insecurities."

Loki laughed softly. Mobius, a little offended, wanted to let go of his hand, but Loki did not let him.

"I'm not making fun of you, or rather, I'm making fun of us. We're both insecure idiots, Mobius. We're both so desperate to impress the other and afraid of disappointing them that we reacted completely irrationally." He kissed Mobius's hand before continuing, "When you told me I could be whoever I wanted to be, that I could be a good person, you set the bar high, and when you reacted like that earlier, my old fears resurfaced, so instead of reacting calmly, I got carried away, because I felt like I wasn't measuring up to you."

It was Mobius' turn to nod, smiling with mock derision, "You're right, two idiots."

With his free hand, he pushed a strand of Loki's hair back behind his ear, and said softly, "This is something we'll both have to work on, but first of all, Loki I beg your forgiveness, sincerely, because whatever my insecurities were, I had no need to get carried away and refuse your strategy that was clearly better than mine. You should know that it is the one I chose to adopt and that the rest of the team is already working on it. Oh, and before you protest, this isn't to apologise but because  it's the best choice."

Loki turned his head into Mobius' hand that had remained on his cheek and kissed its palm, then took it in his hand and snuggled up to Mobius, looping his arm around his shoulders.

He whispered, "You know, this is new to me."

"Hm?"

" Not to be blamed for something I said or did."

Mobius tightened his arm around him and replied, "I think we both have a lot to learn from each other, the most important thing being to talk."

Loki nodded his head against Mobius' chest and they stayed like that for a few moments in silence, enjoying the newfound peace.

Then Loki stood up and repeated Mobius' last words, "Yes, the important thing is to talk, and that's the point..."

He stood up and pushed Mobius away, preventing him from getting up and said, "Stay here a few more minutes and when I call you, come join me in the bedroom!"

Then without giving him time to answer, he almost bounced to their room.

Mobius obeyed, too tired to protest. He heard rustling coming from the bathroom cabinets, but he did not try to find out what his lover's latest whim was.

"Mobius! You can come now!" Loki called to him.

He headed for the room. The lights in the hallway were off, making the faint glow emanating from the room more than a little obvious. He couldn't hold back a gasp as he entered the room.

Candles adorned every surface, their soft light giving the room a warm, comfortable atmosphere.

Loki was standing next to the bed with a sweet smile on his lips and his eyes sparkling with love.

Mobius just raised an eyebrow.

Loki approached him and said gently, "You said that we both have to learn from each other and that the important thing is to talk. From what you said about you when comparing yourself to me, I realized that I must not have told you enough or shown you enough how amazing I think you are. So tonight I'm going to tell you and show you." He made a big emphatic gesture towards the bed

Mobius laughed a little embarrassed and amused at the same time. This was all so Loki. His Loki. The man he loved.

He replied with a smile, "I'll just have to comply then..."

He was about to remove his shirt, but Loki grabbed his wrists, shook his head and said softly, "Let me do it."

Mobius just nodded.

Loki released Mobius' wrists, sliding his hands over his muscular chest, and began to unbutton Mobius' shirt, not hiding his admiration, murmuring in admiration at each piece of skin revealed. Mobius did not find anything special in this part of his body and could not understand Loki's fascination.

As if he had read his mind, Loki said softly, "It's perfect for me," running a light finger over a scar Mobius had on his right hip and continuing, "A mark of courage. How can you not find it gorgeous?" The tone of his voice made it seem like the most obvious thing in the world, making Mobius' heart clenching.

When the shirt was finally removed, Loki ran his fingers through the hair on Mobius' chest and sighed with contentment.

"You don't mind if I undress you completely? It will make things easier." Loki looked at him with those begging eyes he knew Mobius could not resist.

Once his pants and underwear were off, he pulled Loki to him for a quick kiss, trying to hide his feeling of vulnerability.

Loki, who was not fooled, smiled tenderly at him and led him to the bed, where he made him lie on his stomach. Mobius took a deep breath and relaxed, feeling safe in the hands of his lover. He heard the sound of a bottle being opened, then Loki straddled his bare bottom. He felt a little too vulnerable to feel truly aroused, but the intimacy of Loki's presence on him gave him a comforting feeling.

Loki's gentle hands began to make slow, gentle circles on his shoulder blades. He moaned in bliss and soon became like a ball of clay in Loki's skilled hands. Gradually, he became aware only of himself and Loki's hands on him. Hands that tracked down every knot and strain in his back, until there were none left. Mobius couldn't remember when he hadn't been relaxed like this, maybe never.

" Would you mind turning around, love?"

Mobius complied. Loki smiled at him and began to work on his shoulders in the same way he had on his back. Mobius closed his eyes and let himself go, completely relaxed. Then the pressure became lighter and Loki traced Mobius' scars with his fingertips.

Then he said softly, as if in awe, "Mobius, do you know how beautiful you are?

Mobius, not expecting this, blushed slightly and nearly choked, unable to believe what Loki was saying.

Loki slid his hands lower, rubbing tender circles on Mobius' belly and continued, "Don't you realize what a present you are making me by letting me see you like this?"

He moved his hand to caress the slight curve of her belly, "Everything in you is beautiful, even the things you find unattractive. Every imperfection that you think you have... are not imperfections in my eyes, since I love everything about you, love."

Mobius didn't know why, but he felt tears start to flow and he tries to hold them back, not ready to be so exposed to Loki.

But he couldn't hide it from Loki, who leaned over and kissed each of Mobius' eyelids as he whispered, "Everything about you... your strength, your courage, your passion, your determination, your skin, your hands, your eyes, your face, your scars, the wrinkles you think you have, even your tears, I love it all."

Mobius raised his free hand and pulled Loki to him, unable to stop himself from kissing him any longer.

After a few moments, Loki lifted his head and his eyes into Mobius's, whispered against his lips, "Everything you said earlier, I want you to forget, because I want you to be able to see yourself as I see you."

"Loki..."

He drew Loki's head to his chest and kissed his hair, hugging him tightly, too overwhelmed to say anything. It would still take time for him to see himself through Loki's eyes, just as it would take time for Loki to see himself as Mobius saw him. But both were there to remind the other of their worth. And though time was the focus of their work, they had all the time in the world to convince each other of that.

"I love you."

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As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[magioftheseas]

Mmmngh sorry for bothering but how far do you think Komaeda's obsession for talent is? Lately I've been seeing a lot of content that really plays up his obsession with it and idk but it doesn't really sit well with me? Idk if this makes sense sorry;;

You don’t have to be sorry, anon!

The thing is that Komaeda’s talent thing is...well, it’s socially-ingrained, like severely so. And Komaeda is already a pretty intense and unstable person so that worsens the effect. However, he’s good at discarding it if DRAE is any indication where he’s completely switched sides, so to speak.

Komaeda is vulnerable to social ideas but he still has a pretty specific idea of how things are supposed to work, and once those two things clash, he does predictably get frustrated and starts doubling down initially...

However, it wears down on him relatively quickly.

In sdr2, his last message includes an apology to Hinata and an acknowledgement that he understood Hinata’s perspective and had also wished for the same. He’s even pursuing it right now, as misguided and destructive it might be, which still shows his willingness to change...even if he’s gonna die as a result. Which is still a problem. Although it’s not like this is incomprehensible behavior. Tons of people vow to change...and then proceed down a course that could get themselves killed. Komaeda’s just extra-extra and also like, suicidal. So, he’s even worse off than the average stubborn idiot.

While Komaeda *is* obsessive, it’s because he’s desperately upholding what he’s been told as it gives him a sense of stability. I see that these days, too, where people feel scared and destabilized that they cling even harder to demonstrably harder ideas and refuse even more to admit they’re wrong when...obviously they are. It’s a harmful and counterproductive method of preservation, but a human one nonetheless. People are just...like that sometimes.

Komaeda, at least, is capable of realizing he’s wrong much faster. It only took a few days for him to acknowledge he empathizes with Hinata, and it only took a year or two for him to change his perspective on talent completely. He deserves credit for that, if nothing else.

But yeah, I feel like Komaeda’s “obsession” with talent is like...it’s there because of society. Hinata’s the same way. Ffs, Hinata’s obsession was arguably even more extreme because he consented to brain surgery as a result of it. Once taken out of that environment, Hinata realizes how horrifying and stupid that all was. Similarly, once society collapses and it’s demonstrably proven that you can be a normal person like Naegi and “defeat” despair, Komaeda gives up on talent altogether and moves to stabilize himself through other philosophies.

I guess my point is that looking at the fixation on talent as just an obsession misses out on a lot of nuance, which informs why these characters and especially Komaeda feel the way that they do about it. Komaeda, in general, is representative of people who don’t BENEFIT from this system and yet they cling to it desperately because they lack support systems elsewhere.

It would be a great thing to pretend that all shitty systems meant to only benefit a very privileged few are supported solely by that few, but it’s just not true. That shit system breaks people so much that they believe there’s nothing else, that things couldn’t possibly be better and without it, things could only ever get worse.

Komaeda’s just one of many victims. And even then, the worst thing is that even if one shit system collapses, another can. If it’s not Hope’s Peak, then it’s Junko. The best we can do is keep fighting--but I digress.

Komaeda’s trying his best and let’s support him. He clearly needs that above all else.

[cosmictulips]

Feedback for 500 followers game!!!: GIRL OMG...I have so many things to say 😍 you read me like a book! I'm going into more detail below: Question 1: What is one of my best traits?

you radiate confidence when you chase things that you're passionate about.

YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!!! recently I've gotten more into figuring out what I like to do (since I realized I never had like, a list of hobbies...) and this is how I feel when I do them! I definitely feel more connected to myself, and idk how to describe it, but I feel more alive I think? hopefully you know what I mean.

I think also, that's what other people love about you. how passionate you are. how you just don't stop, regardless of what other people tell you.

please omg idk if this is how people view me 😭 I've always had a quiet personality and I've never really showed up much (I am working to change that though 😼 I have things to say and I'll say them!) so I've had a complicated relationship with how people view me and what I think about their opinion. but alas! that's not what the reading is about. if people see me like this, that's good I guess lol.

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Question 2: Do my spirit guides have any messages for me?

your guides are telling you to take a break. not full on relax, but really just... step back and see the bigger picture.

omg okay so here's the deal with this...I've done tons of pac's on this topic and I've always gotten that I need to take breaks more often...but not that I need to focus on the bigger picture. I guess it clears things up a bit more? I naturally don't like not doing anything (it gives me somewhere to put my energy), but I suppose a few days of reflection and retrospection wouldn't hurt.

you do however need to get out of the head space you're in. you may be feeling a bit insecure right now, but don't. everything changes. no matter how stuck you may think you are, there's always an answer. sometimes though, that answer comes when you stop looking for it.

OMG THISSS ^^^ I think this is connected to what I was talking about in the first question, about people's opinion of me. It's a complicated situation, but when I stop dwelling on it, I feel better. I am in fact learning how to relax and not care as much as it was ingrained in me to.

i think something good is coming for you soon. i just think... you need to be a bit kinder to yourself... and to also.. let yourself relax a little. you are still learning, still growing. there's no need to be harsh. there's no need to be afraid.

you know what, this sounds exactly like my inner dialogue 😭 I have thoughts, but I don't apply them to myself at all. I guess I'll take this as a sign to start improving on that aspect! also I claim the good fortune 🙏 and I'm sending it right back at ya!

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You're honestly such a good reader! 😍 and your writing skills are exquisite! you put so much effort into all your asks, you totally deserve more than 500 followers!! also I'm gonna start saying "cute as balls" at least once daily 😭 plz it's such an iconic phrase. also I love the gif you picked!!! It's so gorgeous!

PS: I didn't expect that this feedback would be so long you know 😭 but I had a lot to say, because your reading really resonated, and a talented reader must know they are talented 😼 have a good day/night!

Hello star cadet =)

Let's break this down even more lolol.

les see ::

I totally get what you mean. the more a person connects with themselves, the more they feel alive..and full of life essentially. it's like weights are just being lifted. I totally get that.

lol trust meeeee I get thattttt. I also have had issues where people would see me one way or another and I always struggled with wondering which one was true. but ... as I grew older, I realized that I can be both these things. it still slightly annoys me when someone only sees one side of me but... people will see you how they want to see you.

what's important is how you see yourself.

yea, moving onto the resting thing. sometimes we focus so much on the details that we forget to see what we're heading towards. and it very well could be that you need to just... stop for a day and do something else.

but to me, this came across as you needing to look up. step back from the puzzle of life so to speak and really sit down and look to see whats coming together. are you sure you still want to be on this path? how much water have your d...drunk? drank? that day? you know what I'm saying? make sure to check in with yourself

I'm glad the reading resonated with you c=

yea I always try to pick a gif that best ...fits what I'm seeing lmao it adds pizzas! no... ppizzazz! if you will haha

[indigo-starcatcher]

Don't read if you don't feel up to it; just a long vent about how I've been.

My mind has been overloaded with a million racing thoughts and opinions lately. I think this is what happens when our mindsets rapidly grow or mature, but I don’t really know so I suppose I’ll just... dump my mind here. Keep scrolling if you’re not up to a big, long vent session from yours truly.

I’m in art school, and despite everyone advising me to not focus in on one career path/goal/corporation to work for, I’ve done just that. They’ll remain nameless. And I don’t think people realize how absolutely tough art school is. I honestly can’t think of a more competitive field. Because honestly, it’s all talent. You can go in to other fields, for example the medical field, and the person next to me gunning for the same career can learn the same information. There may be different jobs for that degree, and yes there is competition still that I don’t deny, but you get my point; it’s there for all of us in black and white. With art, there are so many outlets and so many different styles and facets. It’s super easy to get bogged down and if I’m being honest I’m bogged down 100% of the time. It’s not always as prevalent; some days are better than others, like anything else. But when you see the work of others who are farther than you/at the top/where you’re EXPECTED to be in a few years time, it’s extremely intimidating, even if you can see yourself visibly improving. Ill put it this way. Have you ever been in a dream, and you simultaneously see yourself running ahead of you, out of body, while still feeling disconnected from yourself, like you aren’t (AND ARE NEVER GOING TO) go anywhere? That’s how I’ve felt since trying to become an artist. And yes, I understand that I’m still in school and that this place is for learning; I’ve never denied that I am still, and will forever be in, the process of learning but.. what if I never stop feeling this way? What if I can never catch up to myself and become what I’m supposed to? I feel as if when you think of top Illustrators, or even good illustrators, in my year.. I wouldn’t be thought of. I can think of a few off the top of my head that most would agree with being the “best” of our class. Which! Also some would argue “there can’t be the best, because styles differ”. I think that’s false. Technique, consistency, and rules of composition all come into play with any kind of illustration – they can be measured across any style. That is how you know who is the best, regardless. Long story short, I feel like my dream is so, SO far out of reach. It also doesn’t help that teachers reinforce the idea that we won’t get our dream jobs. Which, I get. There’s rejection in life and you can’t always get what you want. But you also can.

In regards to (TW: EATING DISORDERS). I think that people think that because you’re not actively acting upon an eating disorder that you’re magically cured and that its gone and everything is a-okay again. No, that is not how eating disorders and dysmorphia work. I will never, ever be able to rid my brain of this. I say this with absolute confidence, and it’s not for lack of trying. I’ve been thru a lot of different stages with my body; heavy, thin, muscular. No matter where I am, I’m never truly happy. I see the cellulite, the dimples. I check how far my stomach pokes out every morning compared to when I go to sleep at night. When I lay down, I – out of habit – run my hands over my ribcage to see if I can still feel that tiny divot in between my two rib cages. I run my hands over my hipbones to make sure I can still feel them. And while I don’t feel that I should physically look like a skeleton, they’re my measuring points; not so much for gaining real weight, but if I’ve eaten too much in a day, I wont feel my ribs. No good. Eat less tomorrow. Look in the mirror. Check your calves. Your thighs. Your stomach. The little spot that connects your underarms to your pectorals. They’re getting fatty. If I get fit? I feel like I can eat and eat and eat. I gain the weight back. Cant eat as much. Cut down to low calories? Doesn’t work. As a result I ate, and ate too much that day? Hmm, the toilet and my fingers look pretty inviting. But I can’t. But boy do I think about it. It’ll never. Ever. Go away. If its not acted upon in a destructive way, its ingrained in negative little ticks and habits that will always be there. No matter how thin or fit I am. My brain is a parasite and my body is its host.

On a? More positive note? As far as other humans are concerned, I’ve lost a lot of people that I thought would be around forever (this gets better, I promise). Both in the physical sense, and relationship sense. It used to absolutely tear me apart when someone that I thought was my best friend would leave me. I’d go into a deep depression for months, wondering what I did to drive them away. At this point in my life, having experienced the worst possible death I can imagine (thus far; I know there are/will be much worse to come) I’ve realized that with those around me who are still alive, I cannot be bothered by pettiness or bullshitting around opinions anymore. I don’t have time to sugarcoat my opinions. I know what you’re thinking; I’m not a very tolerant person. This is not in regards to acceptance of others or anything like that, so don’t misread me. I simply mean that I’m learning to stand up for myself. Put my foot down. Tell people how it is in regards to fairness and what’s okay/what isn’t. I didn’t used to do that, and I’m proud of myself. I see what others deserve and if they aren’t getting it, good or bad, I tell them. I see what /I/ deserve, and dammit, I know that I don’t think very highly of myself. But I know that I deserve good things, and I will not let people just treat me like a temporary decoration on their shelves anymore.

For THIS much, I am proud of me. I just hope for the other parts of me to improve. Hopefully a little bit?