i know its really crappy

a not-entirely-earthling stinky boy


Let him be everything because he is everything.



It wasn’t exactly love at first sight.

“My lazy brother refused to take out the trash so I had to while I’m wearing my least flattering outfit and you came along and took a photo on your phone and I flipped my shit. Turns out you just wanted to take a photo of a butterfly.” - au


Forgive me for I have sinned.
I’ve been playing School Idol for a while and then I decided to make this monstrosity. I’m sorry my sweet child of death.

Also this is a really rushed made comic so I’m really disliking how my art turned out in this one.

Do not remove my text from my posts!

anonymous asked:

I sometimes wonder if the fuckton of psycho/physiological distress has made you the writer that you are today or if you could write so beautiful even despite of it. I wouldn't wish that on anyone but your transparency on the matter and your writing acknowledging so many ill aspects of our lifes and how to maybe deal with them is balm and food for the soul! It certainly has helped me a lot. I wish for the scales to always tip for the better days for you, thank you Pia!

I…think about this all the time, anon. Though your message had me thinking about it a bit more over the weekend (I would’ve responded sooner, but I had no idea what to say). <3

The thing is, I never planned to be a writer or an artist. Not like, as my main professions. I always wanted to be a scientist or to lecture media at university like any good media studies wanker graduate. But because of health, and mental health stuff, I have sort of been concertedly blocked from almost everything I’ve wanted to do on a professional level. Which has been very frustrating and…difficult. Glen says I’m a type A personality not allowed to live a type A life.

Ending up with art and writing - I have loved both, I do love both, but sometimes I have days where I stare out of a window and am aware how much of it is contextual and situational. How much of it is circumstance, and not ‘my childhood dream.’ (Whatever, dreams change, sometimes it’s good that they do). Glen calls me a fiercely independent person and I think most people who know me, know that I’d be happiest being financially independent and mobile, but I’m unable to drive, and I’m unable to be financially independent, and…writing and art both give me a measure of like…self-agency, but I work too hard at both a lot of the time to sort of carve a niche for myself where I feel like I’m working. Ultimately, I have used what I love to harm myself for not being able to do more.

I wish that was uncommon for people with chronic illness or chronic trauma, but apparently a lot of us do that to ourselves. It sucks. I’ve never met a chronically ill person who was like ‘yeah I love being able to do hardly anything it’s such a relaxed lifestyle’ (like the government kind of wants you to believe of people on disability welfare as I am).

So I think about…I think about who I’d be without all that distress, and what I’d write (if I’d even be a writer) and I always think you know, I wouldn’t be this person, I wouldn’t be writing this stuff, I wouldn’t be all of these things. I’d certainly not be writing trauma recovery stories as a central theme. I’d be so unrecognisable to myself. It’s such a weird thing to contemplate? But you can’t help it either.

But then on the other hand, I’m also tremendously grateful that I can reach out to people with this stuff, that I can share it, that there is a space for the things I write and even its heaviness or angst. That I’m not alone with it (which is on the one hand sucky, too many people are suffering basically - but on the other hand, means we’re *not alone with it*), and so on. Do I wish things were different? Sure. But being able to write what I do for people like yourself make things as they are now a whole hell of a lot easier to deal with and live with at times.

I’m so…fortunate, so grateful, that I can turn some of it into stories that resonate with all kinds of people, regardless of their life experiences. Sure, it’s not content for everyone, or even most people, but for those of us in this weird blanket fort that is Fae Tales and SAL and TGA and everything else, it’s like…you know sometimes it’s not a bad place to retreat to when life is hard. :)

I wish the scales to tip to better days for you as well, anon. <3 Thank you!

Week #13 - Favourite Headcanon Alternate Universe (Merthur AU)

What is your favourite headcanon from an AU setting? (Asexual Merlin & supporting boyfriend Arthur)


Life kicks you around sometimes. It scares you and it beats you up. But there’s a day when you realize that you’re not just a survivor. You’re a warrior. You’re tougher than anything life throws your way. You are.


look at his little smile, he’s so cute ahh

Strange Magic Fanfiction: I’ll Look to Like

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

~ Romeo and Juliet

A drabble requested by hellonsneakers and jennithedaydreamer and a few other people. Number 22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Basically my reaction to the my brain pleading can you please ust write some fluff!?

This was meant to be 2000 words. It is now 42 pages long and has turned into a monster. Help me.

This is just one of the many things I’m writing right now, but so far its the only one to actually cooperate. If I can wrangle down the others then I can actually start things. Because now not only have I started six parts of my timeline (when the hell am I just going to bite the bullet and start that stupid thing) but I’ve also decided to write that “Griselda’s Tea Time” idea that everyone got really into. So… we’ll see what happens.

In the meantime….

My biggest fear here is if I wrote Roland right… I mean besides every other blatantly obvious fear. But goddammit the guy is the hardest to write for. He’s got to be charming and slimy all at once. Handsome but ugly. Awful but perfect. I swear he’s a walking batch of irony. So… we’ll see…

Apologies. This is kind of everywhere and might be a little crappy. But it’s something. And this prompt was the kick in the pants for me to actually get some writing done and got me working harder on all my other things.

But yeah… sorry… it’s a little crappy… and I’m not exactly happy with it. But for what it is… 

We’ll see…

Marianne dealt with many different things in her past, and she’s been in love more than once. And as the age old expression goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, eyes are the window to the soul and love is blind. Because they would always look, but it was often her own eyes that deceived her.

A summary of glances and the repetition that really isn’t repetition at all. 

A comparison of Marianne’s most important looks. 

The first time Roland had looked at her, Marianne had nearly been brought to her knees. Naturally she was more than aware of the status he held in the Kingdom. Who wasn’t? The fair Knight sweeping damsels off their feet with a smile that could slay a dragon and a heart and a sun all at once. The perfect specimen with hair pure as gold and eyes green as tart apples and the grace that swept lakes into streams and brought the grasses in the fields shuddering and bowing before going off to charm the wind as well.

And one day those eyes had fallen on her.

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“Not to break up this Dawson’s Creek moment, but it’s time, Wanda,’ Darcy says, standing in the doorway, thumbs a blur over her phone. “Two minutes and counting.”

“My brother?” Wanda asks. She rolls up to her feet, ringed fingers smoothing down her skirt.

“Readying the supplies,” Darcy nods.

“Is that wise?”

“Probably not.”

“What’s going on?” Steve says. He gaze bounces between the women, a line of worry forming between his brows.

“GBBO,” Darcy and Wanda say in unison. Matching grins light up their faces.

Steve blinks slowly, mouth opening and closing. He shakes his head and says, “I’m sure I don’t want to know.”

“Sure you do. Curiosity and all that. It’s something everyone should experience, Steve,” Darcy says. She pushes her glasses up the slope of her nose, stuffs her phone in the pocket of her oversized hoodie. The hoodie is grey with small yellow lightning bolts scattered across it with an iron-on mjolnir patch with pink spotted cheeks and black button eyes.

“Come on, Steve,” Wanda says, tugging the sleeve of Steve’s shirt. “It will be fun.”

“Why does that make me feel uneasy?” Steve asks, more to himself than anyone else. He follows the women anyway, out into the communal space.

The tv is on and Pietro is sprawled across one of the couches a box of cookies in hand. “It’s starting,” Pietro says cheeks bulging, crumbs dotting his black henley.

“Gross, dude,” Darcy says, staking out a space in the overstuffed armchair beside the couch. The chair is nearest to a plate of cupcakes covered in mountains of buttercream frosting and a yellow box of Tunnock’s Tea Cake Darcy dare not touch. The tea cakes were Wanda’s favorite, along with some sort of traditional Sokovian cookies that tasted like fruitcake made with a dash of old lady perfume after being dug up from a centuries old grave.

“Welcome to week two in the Bake Off tent…”

i appreciate dan and phil not only for addressing the orlando shooting and expressing their sympathies but also continuing to be a bright light for many despite the hard times

I wanted to save this one for some special occasion and Seungri damn it, today is a VERY special day. 

Yay for the gay, praise be unto!

[1 John 4:7] Dear VIPS, let us love one another, for love comes from Lord Seungri. Everyone who loves has been born of Seungri and knows Seungri.


in b4 Caliborn smashes the claykids flat and people try to predict endgame ships based on who got squished together