i was too focused on drawing that i didn't notice my hand was sore, then i went to open a bottle lid and OUCH
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im sliding right into that kind of art slump where you cant get past drawing a few blocks of color without getting bored and frustrated already, your head is empty, theres nothing that makes your brain go OOOH! DRAW!
like everything is uninteresting and nothing matters- i know very well this feeling passes but i hate that it is now, again, when i have a little more time than usual AND want to do nothing but draw
i also feel like i have asked too many times too frequently for encouragement, i dont really want to do that again
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Not to get deep here or anything but i really think i dont want to have a relationship with my sister anymore and ive been reflecting on that a lot. like sure she didnt abuse me or really do anything to directly traumatize me, but she voted against me having human rights because im queer, as well as voting for a party that wants to harm first nations people despite both of us being first nations i just.... i dont think i can forgive her for that. weve had laughs and good times together but i find myself unable to forgive her for her politics. i wouldn't tolerate bigotry from anyone else, i shouldnt tolerate it from someone just cause theyre family.
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i’ve been reading the serena webtoon and so many of her outfits are bodyguard mikasa coded!! also just the way acts too lol it reminds me of her
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into the deep end - 29k T orufrey fic.
the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.
for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.
the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.
but they were never whole to begin with, were they?
qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.
olly says nothing.
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