dumpness

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It’s April 1st so here’s your dose of terrible Les Mis fandom blasphemy with Enjolras as the villain. I haven’t done a parody comic in a while and I’ve had this one in the back of my mind for a while so I thought why not do it but now I’m terrified because it’s a mess and here goes. Enjolras singing Be Prepared, Scar’s song from The Lion King, because it is anything but canon.

(There are a few more song parodies in my Disney tag. Also finally made a holiday tag.)

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yesterday night went really quickly from “I want to draw something nice for myself” to “I don’t want to put effort into drawing anything anymore i dont care about anything”

Ends a bad-art-day with Peridoodles
I’m so sorry for all the Peridot, shes just so fun to draw I can’t stop

bootymax asked:

jack ol buddy ol pal are you alright pal buddy oh pal are ou yokay there mpall friend oh buddy jack alright are you aokay

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(he/him or they/them)

the first two are older, but i like them, the last four are recent, which is hard for me because i’ve been having trouble with my looks lately. 

so, anyway. i know these are late. but it took me all day struggling with myself to be able to post them. i don’t know why. i’ve been more or less out for several years. i keep figuring myself out, but at the very least i’ve been using my chosen name(s) and pronouns with friends and family for five years, and the whole world (more or less) for just a bit less than that. i’ve done some medical transitioning, changed my name, and i thought i felt pretty comfortable with myself, at least with this sort of stuff (though admittedly not in general, which is a different issue, honestly), until i started seeing everyone else’s tdov posts and i had, to put it lightly, a bit of a meltdown. so i guess i’ve got stuff to work out still, if not about my gender, just about how i feel about myself. 

bluntly, and maybe too honestly, i realised i have a hard time seeing so many people feel so in touch with their physical selves. i’ve never felt that. i feel “okay” with my body now, but it has never felt like mine. and lately i’ve been realising that more and more, and that maybe i shouldn’t be trying to accept my body, but to accept that i can’t quite. it’s okay if i feel out of synch. feeling okay with myself doesn’t have to include feeling fully okay with the me everyone sees. and i know that there’s people who see under that to who i really am, so there’s that too. this got longer than i meant it to, but it feels good to finally get out. i might not feel that way tomorrow, but that’s okay too. so it goes.

there’s a lyric in one of my favourite songs, on one of my favourite albums, by one of my favourite artists, that i cling to, and have for a long time, but it’s evolved in meaning with time, and i think i’m almost to the point where i’m not hanging on to it in desperation so much as holding it close to myself in comfort, and that’s something, anyway. so that’s what i’ll end this with. it’s not the most hopeful sounding sentiment right off, but it’s hope enough for me. “and i won’t get better, but someday, i’ll be free; i am not this body that imprisons me.