not my image not my image please dont

Stim shamelessly!

Its been so long since I’ve done a drawing like this. :O 

I normally do these on paper but this time I’m trying out digital/drawing with my tablet. This is also the first time I’ve tried drawing myself with my current haircut. 

[ Image Description: 

The drawing is of an autistic person stimming, with the words “stim shamelessly” around them. The word “stim” is above the persons head, while “shamelessly” is below the person. Both words are between two red neurodiversity ‘infinity’ symbols.

The autistic person is wearing a dark blue headphones and a blue jumper with a red neurodiversity symbol on it. They are stimming with a blue and purple tangle, and by rocking and listening to music.]

asdfhkahladfhkl… but rose hair tho

really not here for the new netflix original series: narcos

look i get that it looks ~exciting

but as a colombian it’s really tiring to only see this image of my country in international tv, because it reinforces the stereotype that colombians equal drugs.

i’m really fucking tired of a lot of people from other countries only knowing about pablo escobar and café when i mention colombia. we are much more than that! MUCH MORE THAN THAT!

it’s also annoying that both colombian tv and international tv want to make money out of the suffering of our people. drug cartels and the guerrillas still exist in colombia and still fuck with politics and people’s everyday lives!

it may not be as bad as before. there aren’t bombs in bogotá anymore. there aren’t as many people being brutally murdered because of this conflict. but it’s definitely NOT over. people are still dying because of it. people are still paying fares to the guerrillas (who, even though they are smaller and not nearly as powerful as before, are now mixed with the drug cartels) in some of our rural areas so they can live there. people are still being kicked out of their lands because they won’t pay those fares. 

it’s insensitive that so many of these tv shows created around colombian drug cartels only talk about the drugs and the assholes behind them instead of focusing on the terrible effects that’s this has had on our people and our economy and our everyday life.

just… it’d be better to watch a documentary that actually depicts all the terrible things that come from these people, the lack of humanity, the lack of remorse and compassion, and at the same time the strength of the colombian people who fight them, instead of watching novelas and tv shows ~glamorizing and glorifying~ the cartels. 

maybe don’t watch it? but if u do, also read/watch documentaries so u know how bad it really was (and for some, still is).

We’re both psychic types and our species are closely related. Coincidence indeed! But, aaa, you’re so pretty! <3!

Favorite fairy tales? Hmm, well, I grew up with fairy tales of stars, so I’m not too familiar with any other common fairy tales. Maybe you or your friends can tell me these someday?

I’ll share with you one of my favorites, if you like. It’s a bit of a long one, so I don’t mind if you sit down.

Long ago, there was a time where the night sky was pitch black, with only the moon to guide us. Only the most darkest of monsters were willing to stray in the complete dark.

Nay a soul but them were willing to be among the night. So, they stays til morn, when the sun wakes.

One night a very odd child was born to a family of two. An expecting father with fierce  demeanor, and the tired mother with kind eyes. The odd child brought with himself light within his body, to surpass the night.

Frightened and uncertain of the child’s fate, they remained, and gave him the name, the Oddchild.

Growing up he was feared and stunned by many, and had little friends. But at nights the Oddchild ventures away from his family’s den, to look at the empty sky. His soul longed. But, for what? He didn’t understand.

Days, then years, came and went. His mother and father both journeyed to the heaven beyond. He was lonely, but he still admired the night sky.

He heard a sound, and he found a lost child in the dark, abandoned by a predator, its belly too full. Sympathetic the Oddchild guided the child to the lost child’s grieving family.

Soon after he found himself guiding many more lost.

Some foolish to trek far from home in the night,

some no longer has a home to return to,

some looking for their lost dearests.

All were given no guide, the moon too heartless to be kind.

Then, the Oddchild realized. He looked to the sky, and saw just how empty it was.

He looked at himself, and remembered how different he was from others.

With all of his might he wished and wished to the moon he is to be the guide of the lost in the night.

And, his wish was granted. His body was lifted high up, and split into thousands upon thousands little stars. These stars were then scattered across the night sky, the Oddchild can forever guide the lost ones.

The End.

…Well, there you have it. I think the story speaks for itself, no?


Soon I wont be able to pay bills so I’m doing commissions - please signal boost!

I still haven’t found a new job and if I dont get +500£ somehow  won’t be able to pay my bills soon. I hate to do this, but I have to ask for help


Full Body - $15 (Shading: +$8)

Waist/thigh: $12 (Shading: +$6)

Bust: $10 (Shading: +$5)

detailed info can be found under the cut

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