Hoyl shit holy shit I have one more page in my sketchbook and I’m halfway done with it and I’ve never finished a sketchbook before and I’ve been drawing in this thing since freshman year and I’m *so close* to finishing I can Feel it
Hey folks, this artist is actually racist af. Feel free to message me for more info, it is a great pic but I refuse to support the artist because of some huge past issues they are apparently trying to “fix” with this. No more notes on this post, pass it on. They don’t deserve credit for POC representation after what they’ve done
“Huge past issues” = Me drawing a caveman Kylo with matted hair (that I called “dreadlocks” for lack of a better word, english isn’t my first language and in french, there’s only one word to describe it) 1 year ago and telling you all to fuck off when you went crazy on me and my friends for this one doodle because I refused to consider myself racist for drawing it. What is considered racist or problematic in your country might not be in another, I know how shocking it can be to learn that North America isn’t the center of the world and designated world leader of what’s considered politically correct.
Jfc take a step back and look at what your life has become.
Yesterday, one of you made a post and compared me to a klan member. I have been told to choke and die, to kill myself. About 50 hateful posts calling me slurs have been reported to me in the past 6 months.
You are all acting as if I have been posting the worst hate speech in the fandom and been harassing me for a year because I drew a picture you don’t agree with.
I know people who would have hurt themselves or fallen deep into depression for less, how do you sleep at night after telling someone to die over a picture?
And now you get mad because I have been drawing Finn and it has gotten a lot of notes.
But guess what? I have been successfully drawing him multiple times in the past, and I’ll draw him again. And I’ll get better at it and my pictures of him will continue to gain attention.
Because I like Finn.
I don’t give a shit about your “POC representation” points, contrary to you I like a character because he’s special to me, not because it will make me look better and “woke” to my online friends.
You don’t like it? That’s cool, then block me. That’s the magical door to the land of to never having to see my art again.
Because if you don’t, then believe me, it’s not the last time you see my art on your dashboard.
based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant
She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.
“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.
“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.
“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”
“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.
She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.
“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.
It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.
“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”
She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.
So I’ve had this blog for just under two months and just hit my first thousand and I’m ??? like thank you so much to everyone who follows me. I love you all. So for 1k I figured I’d do a follow forever to celebrate all the people who’s blogs I love and yeah. I’m sorry I’m shit at thanking people idk how to do this I don’t deserve any of this and everyone who follows me is too kind.
Special thanks to everyone who’s taken the time to talk to me, either in messages or by dropping asks in my inbox. You guys make me smile and I’m so grateful for all the ways I’ve interacted with the various members of this fandom.
Also to all my mutuals who have given me mini freak outs when they followed me because I am not worthy.
(Nobody’s bolded because I love everyone and felt bad.)
It’s like you came into my life just to prove I was nothing without you. You waited till I fell for you just to break me into pieces. You told me everything I wanted to hear just to get what you wanted. Now I’m convinced that all you wanted was to use me and watch the effect you left when you walked away.
Donna beamed so bright her smile could light up the night sky.
smiled and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I uh…I got your message and I
thought since I was close I’d stop in…unless it’s a bad time…”
a bad time for you, get in here!” She practically pulled you inside, yanking
you into a bone-crushing hug. “Dean called and said you were alive, I didn’t
believe him, but here you are.”
get blingo’d, eat a buncha junk food, and have a girl’s night?”
yes.” You smiled. “I see why we’re friends.”
opened her home to you and let you use her shower while she ordered all kinds
of take out. She laughed it off when you told her you had no idea what foods
you liked best and said she’d take good care of you. You trusted her in that
walked out of the bathroom, your hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, wearing a
pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels you’d stolen. Donna gave you a
knowing smirk as you sat down next to her on the couch, peering into one of the
takeout bags. “That’s Dean’s. Smells just like ‘em.” She laughed. “You take it
or did he give it to ya?”
I taught this morning and then ran a workshop (on mental health in the classroom yeahhhhh) at a conference this afternoon and I’m only just getting home and I’m doing all the deep breathing stuff but are there any particular stretches or something that work well for post-binding all damn day (8.5 hours, I didn’t get home as early as I thought I would)?
I think you know. Don’t you?
I think you noticed. Didn’t you?
‘Cause there is no way you didn’t.
I always smile when you walk past me in school. I walk different ways just to see you. Honestly, do you think when I walk in your class on Monday after school, I have to put something in my locker? How cute. Just excuses. I’m always the last person who leaves your classroom. Have you noticed? I always do these little things. Like cleaning the board. Just to be in your presence for one more second, hoping you’ll start a conversation. I don’t have any other way. I always play with my hair, when you’re teaching ‘Cause at least I’m trying to look as good as I can. Do you notice my lip biting? When they look destroyed I’ve probably thought about you a lot. Do you see what impact your eyes have on me? How I can’t escape them? How they fascinate me? How I get lost in them every single time? Or what do you think when you catch me staring? At your hands? Eyes? Hair? Lips? Have you ever catched me staring? I can’t remember. Do you see how nervous I get when we talk? Of course you do. Even if I wish you didn’t. I don’t know how to talk to you… I mean, I want to talk to you! BUT I FUCKING CAN’T. That’s so frustrating. This entire story is frustrating. Did you notice how I don’t laugh about any jokes but yours? Even if they are damn stupid and not even funny? How shaky I get when youre around? Or how I stare down at my paper when I know that you look at me? I don’t want to think about how shocked you’d be, if you knew that I’m laying in my bed, at 11:28 PM, writing down all this shit you make me feel, while tears run down my face… Btw. how would you feel about it if you knew? I don’t mean this “yeah maybe I like you” what you’ve might noticed already. I mean “damn I fell in love”. Would you be…. confused? Would you talk to me? Or at least try it? Would you ignore it? No, you wouldn’t ignore it. Yes, maybe you would ignore me, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that a student fell for you. After all this time I know you well enough. And I know I’m just one of the 1.000 girls you teach, but this would keep you thinking… that’s why I didn’t tell you. Yet.