cuz ugly

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I would’ve added more but ya know- too much.

And I did this for fun to say u could ship anyone u want just as long as u keep what’s canon or not in ur mind- I haven’t had any hate yet. But it seems like almost everyone gets it in this fandom. So I’m just gonna leave this here

They all wanted to be Garnet, Garnet is proud of them all anyway UwU

More paperhat that i’m trying. this is established relationship paperhat tho

So i got this headcannon that Dr. Flug was in a plane crash and it disfigured his eyes so severely his eyeballs came out or something but when blackhat came and made him a deal ‘aka i’ll spare your life and give you back your eyes if you work for me for the rest of it’ and he took the deal but his eyes are now black and his face looks like that so he keeps the paper bag over his head cuz he thinks he’s ugly (tho blackhat disagrees greatly) 

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been wanting to use this dumb scene since forever but it looks like itll never happen in my fics so here take my mediocre art instead 👌

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I do love Shadamy…but the fanfic are just…..

I remember how jealous(?) trans timelines and before/afters always made me. Every so often in my teens and 20s I’d let my internal armour down and I’d watch every online video I could and followed every story I could find (there weren’t a lot back then). I remember feeling so impossibly unattractive and so terrified to be different. That could NEVER be me. That WASN’T me. Besides, my teens were plagued with weight issues and extreme acne that left me so self-conscious on top of everything else. Every time I tried to be honest as a young person with my feelings to parents or friends it was meant with monstrous shame and violence. I felt so far away that I ran so hard from every feeling, character trait, clothing choice, hair choice or anything at all that made me feel in any way externally projected femininity. Developed my version of what a “bad ass” was. Refined, adapted and learned to excel in that world and avoid pain. It wasn’t until I learned the value of radical self-honesty that I even started to realize what I’d done to myself. How much my brain had adapted to just implode on these thoughts and swallow them to survive. How much it has damaged my processing ability. How much I’d created this double version of reality. This character. This dulling of my emotions. Disassociation. As I’m learning to shed all the past shit, I realize that through all of this- trans timelines unequivocally gave me strength. Even though I didn’t believe it at the time cuz I felt so ugly, they gave me hope. They saved me a little bit in a way. I felt less alone. I felt less broken. I’m still in the middle of working through all this but I’m so far from who I used to be. So as uncomfortable as it feels to embrace my past self, I hope maybe it helps someone the way it helped me.