i sorta did a thing

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thoughts, feelings, y’know that sorta thing

edit 2: this is a post about bipolar disorder, made by me, an artist with bipolar disorder, strictly for other people with bipolar disorder. stop tagging it for unipolar depression, anxiety, bpd, psychosis, or anything else (those are just the most used tags on this) because it’s not about those. even if you think you can relate, tagging this as anything other than bipolar disorder is stripping my meaning away from my work, and invalidating my feelings as a mentally ill person AND an artist. stop doing that.

edit 3: do NOT put this on gore/guro blogs. thanks.

found an old Steven Universe screencap re-draw/over paint thingy in my files that I thought was pretty neat

original:

REBLOG IF YOU'RE THE PERSON THAT WANTS TO PROTECT EVERYONE BUT IN THE END YOU ONLY END UP HURTING THEM

*sends message to friend which leads to a
back and forth battle*

“Don’t worry about me…”
-But I do-
“But you don’t need to…”

(But I don’t know how to react to this. I’ve never been that important to anyone’s lives so why am I important to you?)

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so after a long time i decided to doodle some more bill!sans

The thing I find funny about Merlin reveal!fics is how Arthur takes it so personally about the years of lying and I’m over here internally laughing like “omg Arthur he’s lied to everyone and you’re only thinking of yourself wow”

So Some Stuff Happened While You Were Gone

It was strange to come home.

Except it wasn’t home anymore. Somewhere in the intervening years of grinding through undergrad and graduate coursework, the house Jazz grew up in had stopped being home.

Danielle had been given Jazz’s room when she left halfway across the country to Yale. During holiday visits they would share, Dani insisting that all her time “camping out” under overpasses and old mausoleums as proper precedent for her to sleep on the floor.

A few times Jazz caught herself thinking of it as her room, instead of Danielle’s. She could still recognize the room she’d stayed in for seventeen years, an old imprint she felt in the air, pins and needles in her scalp; her hands itched with the impression that if they just peeled away the sci-fi posters and anime wall-scrolls and the global Polaroid collage the old room would still be there, waiting beneath like a layer of wallpaper.

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i’m settin’ a FINE GODDAMN EXAMPLE for the little fuckers, brother, by not havin’ a massive fuckin’ stick up my ass like some people….but maybe i’ll try an’ work on it.

sleepy-eddie  asked:

Sirus notices his phone is ringing, he picks it up and answers the call. “Uh…” He glances at the name and sees it’s no one other than his boyfriend, Comet. His heart nearly skips a beat and he declines the call in horror. Later, after nearly ten minutes of sulking and regretting his decision, he calls back with guilt. “Um… Hey, sorry about that. Are you alright?”