what did i do idk

Fanon Lotor be like

i am not even sorry just take this


meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control


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.


2k make me choose edits:

@downworlld asked: andromeda tonks vs narcissa malfoy


OKAY UHM FIRST OF ALL I BIT OFF MORE THAN I COULD CHEW, I WAS GONNA DRAW ALL OF THEM. LIKE ALL OF EVERYONES CHARACTERS, AND THEN HALF WAY THROUGH DRAWING THIS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, HOW IN THE HELL WOULD I BE ABLE TO DO THAT? SO U  H NAH. sorry ;; these are the only characters i got done. 25 people. idk i feel kinda bad but i just dont think id be able to do such a task- so uhm ye here you go. im sorry its shit xD like its all messy,,,

vg stuff belongs to @blogthegreatrouge  also if u ever see my submission, his name is actually bob. bob is his name, not max. its bob. AND NOW THE TAGGING WILL COMMENCE

@grimkipp @nekophy @inashibe @anrez-op-skele @mamajebbun @nateev @meeperspeeperslovecandy @angexci @lullaby-cry @jay-does-art @stargamer11darkgamer11 @universecipher @wit-fox @puffrisk @sakaruchibi @kandiicandyy @lazyartz @echoi-reblogs @kookieslovetosmile @derpytrashsketches @sonicmimi15 @vipeejunior7 @adbiwolf @crystalperson

AHHH don E

I’m not better, okay? I’m not better! And I keep waiting for someone to figure that out, and - they don’t! I mean, of course they don’t. ‘Cause as long as I say the right things and I act the right way, they’re happy because that means they cured me, right?
—  How did we get here? - Red Band Society


Day 7: Fantasy/Soul Mates

Where Yuri is Spring and Otabek is Winter. 

Yuri incessantly complains about the tragedy of his cursed love story. But little did he know that the flowers splashed and dotted across his new meadows fell dormant in Winter only so that they can bloom more beautifully in Spring. 

Winter gives and gives and eventually dies so that Spring can truly live.


i just wanted to draw lil vanessa and nina in cute outfits but whoops they look sad,, what happened??? how do we cheer them up????? this is probably an emergency situation 

rinse the blood off my space toga

“Can I see? Wait, there’s no shafts? it just.. grows in two colours?”
“Er. Not exactly.”
“The other humans’ plumage isn’t near this bright. Are you a born leader?”
“HAH. no.”
“It signifies caste, then? Or a mating display?!”
“Not even close. I went out and paid an artisan to apply a harsh chemical to rip out my natural colouration, then apply this artificial one.”
“That sounds.. unpleasant.”
“Yeah it burned like a <<dog?>>, my scalp was tender for days after.”
“If it doesn’t create any advantages, what’s the point?”
“Ah, it just looks <<rutting>> <<cold>>. What other reason do we need?”
“..humans are weird. .. .. .. do you think it would work on feathers?”

This popped into my head and now it’s out there.

When Castiel finally dies it’s warm.
He doesn’t go to heaven or hell, not even does he land in purgatory. God finally has mercy with the worn out soldier with too much heart.

So Castiel wakes up in Sweden, heavy blankets keep him warm as the sun slowly rises and swallows the darkness. Three cats sleep at his feet and purr, he reaches out for them and a tiny white one meows as she bumps her nose against his fingers.

Cas’ feet hit the ground but instead of something cold there’s a comfy and fluffy carpet in soft green. Another cat appears in front of him, he seems to magically attract them somehow but he wouldn’t dare to complain.

The tiny white cat hops off his bed and follows him into the kitchen, where he presses the button on his coffee machine and looks out of the window. It’s framed by short curtains already a bit faded by the sun, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He pours the coffee into a bright yellow mug and steps outside, flowers and vegetables and apple trees greet him in the bright morning sun. There are even some bees buzzing around his head, seemingly happy to see Castiel.

When he finishes his coffee he pulls on a light jacket that makes him wonder if it wasn’t a trenchcoat the day before. The white cat, whose name - Cas remembers now - is Amelia, follows him again around the house and even outdoors when Castiel leaves through the front door.

There’s a path down the hill he stands on and he follows the poppies and daisies until he finds himself in the middle of a small farmer’s market. He’s not surprised when people greet him, smile at him and wish him a wonderful day – it feels like the most normal thing.

A redheaded girl hugs him and then bends down to pet Amelia, telling him to look out for the schoolkids who sell self-made bracelets today ( of course Cas buys two of them, one with yellow beads and one with green ones ).

He smiles and buys some vegetables and fresh fruit, a teenage girl who looks rather rebellious gives him one of her flowers but refuses to let him pay her.

It feels right to be here, of course Castiel has no clue he’s dead, he feels way more alive than ever and from now on it will always be that way. Some faces and voices feel strangely familiar but he doesn’t think about it too much.

Just when he was about to head home someone calls his name and grabs him by the shoulder.

“Hey Cas, I got the pie crust you asked for on Monday, did’ya forget? Also you totally have to taste the fresh pizza rolls I made, they’re freaking majestic.”

Castiel blinks once. Twice.
The green eyed man in front of him smiles widely and nods in the direction of a small place a little off, where another very tall man waves at him.

He waits one more second and watches Amelia, who meows and bumps her head against the man’s leg over and over again until she gets picked up.

“Cas, you comin’?”

He smiles.
“Always, Dean.”