My fingers absent-mindedly rub the scar on my shoulder, because even now, fifteen years later, it still aches.
“It wasn’t a huge piece of metal – maybe six inches. It went in at an odd angle. With my window gone, though, I eventually crawled up and sort of fell out of the car.”
kay @t-y-l-e-r–d had a commission request for @joanielspeak‘s Unhitched Ch. 25 and instead of taking the sweet i took the sour and vented because jfc i’m a mess. so, I tried to do another less wtf scene too lol
So i don’t know if you know about it but there’s this amazing fangame called the seventh stand user where it’s basically an amazingly well done self insert fanfiction of stardust crusaders. (i recommend this game 1000%) At the beginning of that game you take a personality test to determine the stand you get, and i got [JOYKILLER] and i love him and he’s my son. on the other hand, my “original” stand here is [BLACK BAlLOON] which is a hit song by the goo goo dolls which also has another hit, iris (which is my name).
Alright, but what if the apocalypse happened and those of us who are “glued to our phones/computers/soul-sucking wireless devices” actually knew what was going on and how to survive due to us being connected to other people and all the assholes who look down on us for being “internet zombies” had no idea until the literal zombies busted through their windows and tried to eat them.
Welp it’s time for another doodle dump! Up next we have Woodie again from the game Don’t Starve. XD
I swear I draw more stuff then just DS art…
I drew a lot of these while feeling under the weather so don’t kill me too much for his lovely anatomy. Woodie is my sister’s ( @bilboisjam ) character to play as whenever we play DST and we just love making awful puns about science and wood. >u>”
I actually REALLY like drawing this guy, his face is so fun! I especially love his floofy hair. Am I the only one who thinks his hair is super soft? I would think his beaver form is just as floofy…
(For those of you not in the know, this is the comic anon is talking about)
This message gave me a good opportunity to make something concerning the aftermath of Anime Expo this year. I hope you all don’t mind as I take a small trip down memory lane and look back on all the opportunities I was given to meet some amazing people. Some interactions I remember fondly, and others I will regret till the day I die because I didn’t jump at the chance to talk to them. To those people out there that gave me the chance to meet them, thank you.
By the time Dex gets to Samwell, he’d been on testosterone for roughly nine months. Getting there hadn’t been easy, he had to pay for all his appointments and medication and had to wait till his eighteenth birthday to start the process, but his parent’s had somewhat come around to the situation and have even started making an effort to gender him correctly. He feels it’s something to do with the fact that he is actually starting to look like a nineteen year old boy instead of an ambiguous thirteen year old.
When he returns from winter break, he’s officially over the one year mark. His family has gotten better, and his mother even bought him a few new flannels because “with all that muscle you’re gaining it looks like you rose a size.”
And Dex has been gaining muscle. Between the hockey work outs and the continuation of how is body is shifting, his shoulders have broadened. His waist has flattened and his already straight hips have smoothed out as well. He’s still binding, top surgery is expensive and he’s already decided that he would deal with that after college, but he’s wearing a proper binder that doesn’t hurt or bruise anymore. And it flattens his chest to the point where even he does’t give it a second glance anymore. He’s even able to grow some facial hair. It’s not a lot by any means, but seeing the ginger mustache and beard grow while playoffs are happening swells his heart.
Though nothing swells his heart more than his team.