My drawing for Andrew Scott’s birthday!

I wanted to make some changes, but I had no free time (2 jobs and moving is hard), so I decided to post it as it is. To my mind he looks too kawaii here :)) But Andrew is kawaii, isn’t he? Anyways, happy birthday, Andrew!

ichimui  asked:

Love your art man, you're one of the best artists I know here on tumblr, and your personality is just golden too~ <3 I really hope you're doing ok! โœŒ๏ธ Have a great day! •w•

Thanks! It’s always nice seeing your blog, I really appreciate the compliments! I’m doing fine, and I hope you’re having a great time too ^_^

I just need to get this off of my chest. I need to talk about what Home, the song, means to me. 

I personally have never felt like I have known what a “Home” really is. I’ve grown up in the same building for my entire life. I went to the same school district. I went to a school in my state, that was relatively close to home. I’m in a sorority. I gained friends that will be with me for a life time. I’ve lived in the same house, slept in the same bed, for the last three years. I have a family that loves me. I should be the happiest person in the world.

But I have never felt that sense of Home, before. Before that song, before that night. 

I go “home” now, and I’m uncomfortable. I feel like the building i grew up in is suffocating. I feel like the town around me closes in like a brick wall. I feel like every conversation I have in that town is tainted by an expectation that will squeeze me lungs. And I have always been happy to come back to Philly. But I never felt like this was Home. It felt like a holding ground. 

Then. The night that Home was leaked, I listened to that song for three hours straight and just cried. They were happy tears that turned into sad tears that turned into relieved tears that turned into hurt tears that turned into excited tears that… turned into a feeling that I had never felt before. 

A feeling of utter contentment. I was able to have conversations with people and accept their answers whether I agreed with them or not. I was able to smile and feel it in my chest. I was able to speak my mine and feel like I was being honest. I was able to think, “wow i like boys and girls. i don’t think i could ever choose.” I was able to realize the girl in my class from two years ago, did actually make me as excited as the boy in the class after. I just was.

For the first time. I was able to feel comfortable in my skin. I felt like I was Home. And I cried that night. And I cry still listening to Home. 

Because some people fine Home in a person or a place or an emotion. But I found it in a song. And don’t know what tomorrow holds. But I know that I have a Home to go to if I’m ever lost.

After 10 years of being a fan, today, for the first time, I get to see Tarja Turunen live.

I’m so excited.

sigh billowing past strawberry lips, ximena slumped over in a defeated manner. “i love my job, i do, but you’d think i’d gone and hit the boss’s dog and fled the scene, the way i’m kindly being buried in a grave of cases.” tilting her head full of messy curls back, a groan fell out of her throat. “someone get me drunk and F A S T.”