#gcse graphics

[steelycunt]

HELP I’m going POTTERY PAINTING with friends this evening WHAT DO I PAINT!!!!!

#i spent the entirety of my art gcse sitting in the supplies cupboard I am not creative anymore I NEED IDEAS HELP!!!!! #my friends are both graphic design students also. they’re going to show me up I CANT LET THAT HAPPEN!! #give me ideas give me inspo give me anything xx I beg of you xx #(ridi's) bigmouth strikes again

[domesticated-pirate]

ever wonder where you'd be now if you hadn't listened to all the negative adults in your life growing up?

#I would not be in a basement office for sure #recently been trying digital drawing and just reminded me how i wanted to be a graphic novelist #but was barely passed english GCSE and school would let me take art #(wasn't good enough) #so i just kinda shut that down #but now... #maybe ... maybe I could revisit the graphic novelist idea

[linc-karo-27]

Everyone doing art rewinds and all I have to show is that

And this isn't all of them

#i can tag this as G'raha Tia and is technically correct #jonathan bailey #ffxiv endwalker #jonny bailey #so some bridgerton stans gonna be real confused #this is what my GCSE in Graphic Design is used for #mum are you proud of this skill #prayer circle for Raha in MSQ though

[sethdeanromanwwe]

So now HHH is back can we talk about rebranding NXT and making it cool again? It doesn’t need to be black and gold just not whatever the crap this is

#are there any other designers on here who just die inside or just me?? #gcse graphic design #god i hate it i cant #remember when it was COOL #nxt #nxt 2.0 #wwe #dont get me started on the cwc

[fliksy5050]

why is adobe illustrator so annoying. yes i actually meant to make another text box in between the lines of the one currently selected thanks

#graphics gcse #is so fun. #yippee

[commonguttersnipe]

Monty Python as Teachers

(this came to me in a dream...)

John Cleese- The science teacher who takes experiments far too seriously. A menace when on lunch duty.

Eric Idle- The music teacher who doesn't teach but instead uses the lesson as a rest period for his students. Is definitely a father figure for a majority of the pupils.

Terry Jones- The history teacher who adores his subject and intentionally skips the boring parts. Directs the school play every year.

Michael Palin- The geography teacher that loves books and makes sure everyone is involved in his lessons. The heartthrob of the faculty.

Graham Chapman- The maths teacher who seems to be really boring until he says something really unhinged. Students will protect him at all costs.

Terry Gilliam- The art teacher that has a ✨𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷✨. Is the reason nobody is taking graphics GCSE.

#monty python #70s #john cleese #eric idle #terry jones #michael palin #terry gilliam #monty python’s flying circus #british tv #graham chapman

[yandere-to-express]

Goth and the thembo

Chapter 2


cw for obsessive behaviour and stalking, but, well, you guys knew that was coming, right? maybe the cw should just say "peter",,
(there's also some misgendering, but i promise it's very brief and non-hostile/unintentional!)

Dog barking. Microwave beeping. Smell of the instant meal they just pulled out. Big stretch...  

Breathe.  

“Be quiet, Blossom,” they sighed half-heartedly, already drained only 10 minutes after getting home. The little chihuahua sneezed confrontationally, staring out into the hallway, alert. It was probably the neighbour’s kids getting home from whatever sports club they usually attended. That, or their brothers were coming home after visiting whatever new friends they’d made at their own schools.  

They decided they were too tired to care.  

Legs weaving through the suddenly interested cats and dog now they were holding a plate of food with careful practise, Y/n carried it upstairs to their unfinished room, the blank walls staring at them almost accusingly with boxes of things that still had yet to be unpacked as they clicked the light-switch on.  

Speaking of unpacking...  

Y/n sighed as they sunk into their mattress, spoon in hand as they half-heartedly ate the curry on their plate, the events of the day almost dulling their usual favourite flavour down considerably, cheap chicken tikka masala not covering their taste buds in a comforting embrace the way it used to. Maybe it’s just the way it was made over here.  

Anyway.  

Yeah, they made a new friend in the least likely place, but that was nerve-wracking enough. They thought...They thought that because they got detention something terrible would happen. And when it didn’t...They didn’t know, the impending sense of doom still hadn’t left entirely, so it was exhausting enough just processing it from the comfort of their home. It was a miracle they hadn’t devolved into tears at school, especially with how loud it was in the cafeteria today.  

They couldn’t let that happen. They wouldn’t , this was a new start. They weren’t going to blow it like they did back in Year 7.  

...No, they weren’t thinking about that right now. They’d unpack that memory when they had the mental capacity to do so.  

...What were they thinking about again? Oh, right, school today.  

So yeah, double-period History was boring until Peter showed up, French 2 was a wash (seriously, they were thankful they took it as a GCSE before they left England, they were further ahead than they thought they’d ever be), Graphic Design just went over the same old stuff they already learned back home, and Algebra 2 was even easier like, c’mon! Algebra wasn’t supposed to be easy! At least move them up a few classes if it was like that! They were so worried about the past two years of GCSEs (as well as the three months of Sixth Form that they promptly – and gladly – abandoned when the family moved overseas around Christmas) being earned would be useless now they were here, but it just meant they were too far ahead! And they weren’t allowed to join the Seniors so late into the year either! Back in England they’d been so worried about having enough intelligence, but now they apparently had too much of the stuff, and it was irritating! They’d rather keep being a “gifted” student back in Years 1 to 6, thank you very much. At least AP Physics was more of a challenge, but, well, it was AP Physics . It didn’t get much harder than that, in their opinion.  

Why was all this a problem? Because without work that would take more than 25 minutes to complete on average, Y/n was terrible at focusing. Worksheet finished? You’d think that they would ask for more, right? Wrong , they just stared out the window absently, maybe doodling in a book that they brought for that purpose if they remembered, trying their best to keep their cool when the class got rowdy and the teacher had to shout over the noise to call the class to attention again. It was worse than back home, honestly. The classes were bigger, for one thing, so that immediately meant more noise.  

Man, maybe they should have just gone straight to college. Oh well, too late now.  

They licked their spoon clean as they finished their meal, just opting to leave the cutlery and plate on one of the piles of boxes to take down in the morning, closing their curtains (their parents insisted that they at least hang those up) as they shrugged off their zip-up hoodie, tiredly undressing ungracefully and throwing on some pyjamas. After leaving the room for a few minutes to brush their teeth (hey, they were an idiot who ate unhealthily and kept dirty dishes in their room, but oral hygiene was still one of their top priorities! ...thanks for scaring that into them, Mum), they reached into a small box by their bed, pulling out an old pink DS, checking the cartridge and settling on the game inside, ignoring Blossom’s barking as they heard their brothers return.  

Pokémon Platinum would help them out for now...  

Y/n woke up with a start, eyes snapping open as they heard movement outside. They wiped their bleary eyes as they looked around. They’d fallen asleep with their DS, it seemed, the melody of Jubilife City at night out of place as their anxiety rocketed. Was this the beginning of a robbery?! Were they being robbed?! They scrambled to pick up their DS, tapping the Pokétch a few times to get a sense of how late it was and-  

Oh. 11pm. That was when their dad got home from work, which was confirmed by the door creaking open downstairs, his mumbles of greeting to what Y/n assumed was their Mum or a brother muffled by the floorboards beneath them.  

Man, were they dumb, huh? They let out a shaky chuckle at their own stupidity, shutting their DS and putting it on the makeshift nightstand (you know, just a stack of boxes, like what anyone else has in their bedroom) next to their bed. They lay back down, screwing their eyes shut in an attempt to sleep.  

Surprisingly, it actually worked!  

...Unsurprisingly, they missed the way the moonlight cast a shadow on the figure sitting in the tree just outside their window...  

Ok, that was way too close for comfort.  

That old dude who went inside almost saw him, apparently there was a family dog that hated people walking by, and poor Y/n looked terrified! They looked as though they were about to die (no, not them, they’d never die, he’d make sure of it)! But, fuck, if the streetlight was just a few inches closer to the house...  

Peter shivered as he looked back into his darling’s darkened room with his huge, almost luminous, cerulean eyes, safe in the knowledge that not many other people would be out at this time, and none of them would see them from the sidewalk. He waited for what felt like an eternity, watching as the rest of the lights shut off before making his next move.  

His mother and sister picked on him for looking scrawny, but he hardly felt it as he lifted himself up on the branch above and hoisted himself onto the balcony and into the doors that they must have left open by mistake (honestly, it was February! Never mind the dangers of the world outside, what about the cold?! Oh, he’d have to take care of them, help them stay safe and healthy)…  

Unless they were expecting him...?  

He felt a shiver race through him, caused by the excitement and the chill (it was 23 degrees out there, ok?!) as he tip-toed into the room cautiously, praying to whatever deity out there that he didn’t step on some old, creaky floorboard. Thankfully, his darling’s room didn’t seem to have any (good, they deserved the best room in the world, he couldn’t bear to let someone as adorable as them to live uncomfortably, and they were so small! He was actually a little worried some of the piles of boxes would topple over and crush them!), and he was right by their side in a flash.  

He stood, watching over Raine with a little uncertainty of what to do now, looking at the rise and fall of their chest. They were wearing some pyjamas with some yellow fantasy animal thing on it (Pikachu, right? So adorable ...), and they gave a little snort as they slept, a little bit of drool escaping their mouth.  

If Y/n knew they looked like that while they slept? They would’ve been mortified.  

But, to Peter?  

They looked like an angel sent from the heavens. His darling angel. Fuck, how could anyone look so adorable and beautiful?  

...Well, the cold was no longer an issue for him, it seemed.  

Peter knelt down, placing his chin onto the mattress as he continued watching them breathe. Watching as their face scrunched up a few times, muttering nonsensical things out loud as they dreamed (he had no idea what a cookie cat was, but fuck, they were just so cute!) . He stayed there for hours, ignoring the plea for rest from his eyes as they drooped more and more. After the first half-hour, he’d gotten bolder and moved his face closer to theirs, able to smell their wavy brown hair (they must have used coconut scented shampoo before school, he realised, but God , it was addicting, he’d have to get some of his own just to be reminded of the scent of them ) and gently wipe away the line of drool leaking from their barely parted lips.  

...Deep within him he knew it was gross, but he licked the liquid away in a flash and, stars above , that was even better than their smell!  

He whispered praise to them as the night dragged on, petting their hair and caressing their cheek tenderly. He even got a little absent, sleepy nuzzle on the hand back (he was never washing that hand again)! His darling kept mumbling stuff about ice cream from outer space, and choosing something called a Bidoof (whatever it was, they giggled in their sleep about it being God, and, in case you hadn’t guessed yet, he did another mental bluescreen at how adorable they were being) to fight something called an Arceus?  

But then, they said something that made his heart (and, ok, maybe his pants) swell and his face turn bright red.  

“Mmph, Peter...Bite me...Sharp teeth...”  

Oh.  

Oh boy.  

The goth kind of just...sat there, staring at Y/n in bewilderment.  

Yesyesyesyesyes darling, he could do that!  

He cursed under his breath, averting his gaze out of bashfulness (somehow, he had some shame still left inside!), and pausing as he noticed the sky outside was brightening.  

Fuck , he’d been there all night!  

Peter hesitantly got up, looking back at Y/n as he made his way back to the balcony. The sun was only just peeking up behind the horizon, but it was enough for some golden rays to hit his darling’s body.  

Yeah. He was right. They had to be an angel, they looked so fucking beautiful and peaceful like that.  

He wouldn’t mind waking up next to them like that in the bed, some day.  

He shook his head, brushing his ebony hair out of his face, gazing over Y/n face and body one last time, before hopping out the balcony and back into the tree, scaling down it carefully and landing a little clumsily onto the wet grass. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and hesitantly walking away, back towards where the school and his own house was.  

He was going to be so exhausted today.  

...It was totally worth it, though.  

“Someone’s chipper today,” Lucy noted as Y/n skipped into the classroom, sitting next to her with a smile. “You’re even in on time! Did Detention really scare you so much that you didn’t wanna be late again?” 
“Good morning to you too,” they frowned teasingly, pulling out a little sketchbook and their pencil case. “Nope, I just...I dunno, I didn’t sleep in for once. I actually slept great for the first time in, what? Ever?” 
“You look it, your eye-bags are basically gone!” 
“Oh, no, that’s makeup. But! I actually had time to put some on for once!” 
“Aww, Y-Y growin’ up!” Lucy teased and wiping pretend tears away and, patting them on the back and jokingly wiping away a tear. “But, how was Detention by the way?” 
“Oh, great, actually. I got some work done and I made a new friend,” Y/n admitted, beginning to doodle. Lucy smiled widely, seeming to be genuinely happy. 
“Good for you! I’ve noticed that my crowd seems to put you off – don’t give me that look, I’ve seen your face, I’ve worn that face, I’m only still around those loud assholes because they’re Vio’s friends, so I know how you feel – but, seriously. I’m happy for you, now you’ll have someone less obnoxious than the soccer team!” 
“You’re talking to me as if I have no friends other than you,” Y/n raised an eyebrow at her, grinning. 
“You know what I mean! You only really hang out with me and Vio, as well as that nerd in your History and Physics classes. TJ?” 
“TK, and they’re a sweetheart, I’ll have you know.” 
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but, anyway! Who’s your friend?” 

Y/n glanced down at the doodle and realised that without thinking, they’d drawn the new friend himself.  

“Oh, take a look, I just finished a drawing of him,” they pointed. Lucy followed their finger, their smile dropping as her violet eyes widened, pupils contracting. 
“No,” she hissed quietly, whipping her head back to face the other, panicked. Y/n groaned at her expression. “Not him! You can’t be friends with him, he’s- well HE FUCKING CURVE STOMPED A JOCK AND TEEETH ARE ALL GONE!” 
“Trouble? Yeah, I know, TK told me, but he was nice enough to me!” Y/n whispered back, frowning. Lucy shook her head violently, ignoring how her earrings bashed against her cheeks as they swung on her ears. 
“You can’t! Peter King is- He's-” 
“If he ends up being horrible, I’ll just back off! I’ll be fine, Lulu!” 
“But!-” 

“Excuse me, girls,” came Mrs Stewart’s voice and, ew, there’s only one girl here, Y/n grimaced, Lucy frowning as she caught on too. “Could we have some silence whilst I do roll-call, please?” 
“Sorry Miss,” Y/n slumped, staring down at their paper. Lucy continued to look on with irritation at the teacher, absently squeezing their hand in comfort. 

Soon enough, registration passed, and the class continued with its noise before the first bell went off to signify the change in classes. Lucy looked at Y/n, eyes worried.  

“She’s a shit teach, huh?” 
“I’m used to it, it was worse back in the UK,” Y/n shrugged, packing their things away so they wouldn’t have to hurry when the time came. Lucy sighed. 
“I’m sorry, y/n, I- Fuck, not just that old bat, but about Peter. I’m just- I don’t want you getting hurt, ok? And, well, he makes others hurt a lot. But, if you wanna try, I won’t stop you. You’ll tell me if he does hurt you though, yeah? Vio and the boys’ll kick his ass for you, heck, I’ll join in! It’d put my brown belt to good use!” 
“Thanks, Lulu,” Y/n smiled, picking up their bag as the bell rang. “And, hey, I can beat him up too if I have to! I do swimming! I have the muscle!” 
“You’re a bit small compared to him, Y-Y.” 
“So’s everyone else!” 
“You’re 5’4!” 

They paused as they walked, before laughing loudly.  

“Ah, whatever, you probably won’t need to, anyway. See you at Break?” 
“See ya, good luck in the halls!” Lucy shouted over the noise, grinning as she made her way to her Business class. Y/n sighed, looking back at her momentarily before pushing on through the crowds. 
“I’ll fucking need it,” they grumbled getting pushed to-and-fro by all the taller students, pulling up their hood and tugging on the cord to block out the smell of deodorant and teenage sweat as they made their way to a hopefully quiet classroom. 

Media had better have some sort of challenge today.

#your boyfriend game #peter dunbar #yandere #yb peter #yb #your boyfriend #ybf #tw: yandere #yb fandom #yandere games #peter yb #yandere fanfic #goth yb #yb your boyfriend #yandere boyfriend #your boyfriend fanfic #ybgpeter #yb game #your boyfriend peter #goth peter

[aurorasgallery]

hi!!! my name is aurora:

things i will post:

•sfw and nsfw

•dubcon

•yandere

•breeding & pregnancy stuff

•depictions of violence

•depictions of alcohol and marijuana

•human/monster relationships

•mommy and daddy kinks are fine, just not going deep into the ddlg/mommy’s little boy stuff

•sexual, romantic, platonic and familial relationships

things i will NOT post:

•underage nsfw

•incest

•graphic noncon

•depictions of any other illegal drug (unless it’s in canon)

•piss and scat

i’m in a lot of fandoms, but these are the ones i will probably write for the most (feel free to suggest one that isn’t on the list!):

•dead by daylight

•what we do in the shadows

•obey me

•bbc ghosts

•stardew valley

•spiderverse

i’m going through my gcse season at the moment, so posts will literally be on a “i can post” basis

#fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfiction writer #dbd fanfic #wwdits fanfic #obey me fanfic #headcanon #headcanons #bbc ghosts fanfic #intro post

[largepeachicedtea]

tagged by @sscrambledmeggss ty!

Are you named after anyone? first name nope, one of my middle names (i have two) was the name of my aunt who passed away when i was young

When was the last time you cried? yesterday, i cry every day and its almost always bc of songs or my hours-long daydreams

Do you have kids? my cat is my kid

Do you use sarcasm a lot? lmao yep i dont know a british person who doesnt

What sports do you play/have you played? i was a basketball kid in school bc i was always a tall kid and it was the only sport i really liked, but i dont care about any sports now

What’s the first thing you notice about people? usually what they're doing/looking at, i like being aware

What’s your eye color? hazel-y

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings always but im a fan of horror (specifically thriller/mindfuck horror)

Any special talents? lol absolutely none

Where were you born? at a hospital

What are your hobbies? writing, reading, making arty things, basic fitness (but my stamina is nonexistent pls dont ask me to run)

Do you have pets? yeep my kid 1yr old cat sebastian. hes a ginger and white tabby who's going through an intense biting phase rn lol

How tall are you? 177cm

Favorite subject in school? anything creative, like art, fashion&textiles, graphic design, etc. the only A i got in my GCSEs was for fashion&textiles at like 97/100 lmao

Dream job? i do not dream of labor. but if we mean in this world where i have to work, then id stay as a graphic designer but go freelance

@glitteratti @tattooedsiren @taralaurel @chaotictarlos @bonheur-cafe @firstprince-history-huh @lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @sugdenlovesdingle @carlos-in-glasses @catanisspicy @welcometololaland @stilesinwonderland @nancysgillians @rmd-writes and anyone else who wants to :))

#tagged

[hanaasbananas]

saw a post earlier about how well behaved you were in school/how often you got in trouble and I can't find it again BUT it made me think of a couple of times I got completely REAMED by my teachers.

NUMBER ONE

One time when I was in year 6 so..11? I think? it was 2008/9, I'd just discovered Fruits Basket and was practically in love with Kyo Sohma. That's fine, right? Perfectly normal experience

UNTIL we got set a homework task to write a short 1000 word essay on any subject and what did I choose?

Well. I chose to copy and paste the ENTIRE Wikipedia article about Fruits Basket. The whole thing. And then I painstakingly went through my entire document, removing every single hyperlink so that "Mrs M won't know that I didn't write this and will be so impressed by how much i wrote". ARE YOU SURE. ARE YOU SURE HANAA

she did notice. Almost immediately when I rocked up with a STACK of paper and everyone else had like, one page and I still had the GALL to show off "how much work I did" to everyone else on my table. where is this confidence NOW??? when I NEED IT.

anyway turns out my friend ALSO plagiarised her paper about tigers but she didn't take out the hyperlinks so we both got yelled at for 10 minutes during break, absolutely sobbed our little hearts out and then were told to wash our faces and calm down in the last 5 mins lmaoo

I think the funniest part of this story is that Mrs M ended up being one of my favourite primary school teachers, though I never plagiarised a Wikipedia article again.

NUMBER TWO

The second instance I got absolutely WRECKED by a teacher was in year 8 dance. Yes, dance. I absolutely LOATHED dance. Despised it. Was absolutely HORRIFIED when I started secondary school in year 7 and found out it was MANDATORY for two years.

(Essentially all subjects are mandatory until u choose ur gcse options, at which point you only do the core subjects aka maths english science and then 4 other subjects of ur choice. most schools have u choose options in year 9 bc year 10 is when you sit your gcse exams but THANK GOD my school made u choose in year 8 so you could have a practise run with the subjects you chose in year 9 and change them if u wanted to)

I didn't mind doing drama, (though i HATEd having to take ur shoes and socks off in the classroom), didn't mind ICT or food tech or graphic design or DT or geography. I HATED dance.

And also, unfortunately when I started my secondary school the lessons were LONG. The day was from 8.45-2.45 (unless you were an older student and had later lessons. Having a maths lesson at 2.45 and watching everyone going home SUCKED.) and for the first 3 years while I was there each lesson was AN HOUR AND A HALF. NINETY MINUTES. So you only had 3 lessons a day if you finished at 2.45 but they were really painfully long.

(They did switch to 1 hour lessons eventually and and sometimes you'd have a double period of a subject but that was fine.)

ANYWAY back to the story- despised dance, had to do it anyway. I surilvived one year, but then I had a stricter teacher in year 8 and one time we had an end of year assessment where we'd been practising dance lifts all term and she gave us 45 mins to pair up and come up with a dance sequence that had lifts in it and then perform it to the whole class at the end.

and the thing is, I was (am) a little heavy. So I knew I'd be the one doing the lifting. No problem. Until it came to pairing up because I was shy and quiet I only hung out w two other girls.

do you see where this is going?

those two friends of mine (TRAITORS) paired up so I was left with another shy muslim girl who I vaguely knew as a friend of a friend. She was lovely, honestly but things Didnt Go Well.

and by that I mean she couldn't lift me and wouldn't let ME lift HER so we could come up with something, anything. and I was CHRONICALLY shy. so I wasn't about to go tell the teacher, then my partner would hate me!!

time comes to perform. all of us sit on the floor against the mirror as the teacher goes down the line and sees everyone's performance.

we were last

we had nothing

"what were you doing for the last 45 minutes then girls? everyone else managed to do it, why didn't you?"

i tried to explain as articulately as I could, which is v impossible when you are a 12 year old trying not to start crying as you are BEING YELLED AT IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE (SILENT) CLASS. my partner didn't cry but she also didn't tell the teacher why she didn't let me lift her.

naturally, we were given detention. and this was in the time when detention was the same amount of time as a lesson. AN HOUR AND A HALF DETENTION. I was distraught. What would my mum say when I had to stay late after school? I'd NEVER gotten a detention before I couldn't believe it!!

the ultra humiliating part was this was at the end of the day and we all got changed in the dance studio, they had like, open lockers at the back to put your stuff in so I couldn't even leg it out of class at the end I had to get changed next to my classmates all while they're sneaking glances at me and I'm just. Sobbing.

I think the teacher did feel bad about how much I was crying though because she told us that she'd email us to let us know when the detention would be and never did. I skipped class the week after just in case she remembered but I escaped unscathed.

#banana speaks 🍌 #or: hanaa goes off on too many tangents oops #legitimately i asked my mum ab the dance thing the other day and she was like #'omg yeah you came home an absolute WRECK and said you had to tell me something-that it wasnt your fault but you'd gotten in trouble' #'and i thought something REALLY BAD had happened but you just got detention' #but yeah honestly i was glad to never set foot in that dance studio again #until year 11 tho when our House Leader made all of yr11 go in there on the morning of first exams #and made us all do the cha cha slide and also I am the music man before we went to our exam shshd

[4-leaf-cloverr]

AITA? (Graphic language, sorry)

hi i enjoy your content so much! Just before i go on a rant (p.s. you dont have to respond to this monstrosity if you dont want too :))

Ok so this is like some vent bullshit and i could use advice!

So ive had a shit weekend overall, my ma found out ive been cutting again- and just, its very confrontational and tiring to deal with the consequences. But, today my friend who gets upset over the little things didnt come in today- i asked what was up, and they simply replied 'died' and 'exploded'.. which means she probably cried that morning and got a day off school- but im not mad at that..

I dont know if its me and my dumb brain but i feel so envious of her? I dont know. But it annoys me thinking she got a day off when she really didnt fucking need it while i was fighting off the urge to not cry all day long- along with suicidal thoughts every few minutes, ive always hates school, but now im doing GCSE's i have to be there.

Ive always been told to tough it out and that it will be fine- i had a panic attack earlier in school, so obviously perfectly fine :))

but am i wrong for being mad at her? I know she has no fucking clue i do any of this shit- but it like really frustrates me when she gets off for small shit like that- her mum is really soft on her as well, always praising her for the little achievements like going in the fucking ocean!

Am i in the wrong for feelinv this way? Also im sorry for putting this on a cute little blog about fanfics and shit- but i really need advice, and because im thinking this way i just feel like an even bigger piece of dog shit!

Alternatively, i really look up to you and need advice. ;-;

thanks for enjoying my content! I'm really happy that you look up to me so ill try my best!

I think that it's not a bad thing to feel envious about! Everyone's parents are different and her parents are just softer than yours. Cutting is a real bad habit to develop and confrontation is hard, so that's understandable that you feel that way after your mom found out. Maybe you should find someone like a friend or someone you really trust to cry it out to because telling yourself its going to be fine only works to a certain extent. I hope this helps 💖

Just know it will get better, anon :(

#TW self harm #not writing

[holdmyapplejuiceyt]

[For hire] looking to earn some money so i can fund my fees for private A-level maths entry, also have a grade 8 in gcse art (fine art), very versatile and willing to do mecha and furry, nothing too obscene though, currency is £ (GPB), also know a little bit of graphic design.

#commision #commisions open #taking commisions #helpneeded #neurodivergent artist #oc #oc art #touhou art

[inthegrass11]

Welcome to my portfolio/art blog!

I'm Jen, a 19 year-old UK-based student studying a BA in Games Arts. Previously I've gotten a GCSE in Graphic Design and an Extended Diploma in Games Art & Design. In my free time I like playing guitar and watching 80s comedies and sci-fi.

Here you'll find a collection of my work, across various mediums, along with links to buy them if available! Feel free to drop me a message or ask about commissions/requests.

My RedBubble Shop My SketchFab

My fandom blog is @fourstarsandahamster

#art #artist #artists on tumblr #digital artist #art student #inthegrass11 #artwork #illustration #traditional art #3d art #3d modelling #redbubble #redbubble shop #redbubble artist #80s comedy #uk comedy #britcom #british artist #uk artist

[pebblethief]

truly feel like I am getting the most out of my Graphic Products GCSE w this present

using so many of the things I used in that that I've not used in the 14 years since lol

#spent abt 4 hours today prototyping a lil paper box but i an conceding that its probably not going to work alas #but it was interesting even if im giving up on this tiny detail

[sunblazes]

ohhhg man i Feel u i did my graphics design gcse last year and missed out on my 9 (i was predicted that all yr10 ajd 11 .weeps) cuz the last stretch was so ..bleugh .. ... 😭 u can do it tho im rooting for u!!!!! if anyone can do it its u frfr <3333

OUHHH ANNONNNNY IM SSOO SORRY YOUR 9!!! we havve such a conneection right now The last stretch iis honestly so exhausting And for what reason…..THANKYOU SMSMSMM THOUGH YOURE SO LOVELY itmeans the world to me SRSLY!!!!!! ☹️❤️

#I am.Answering this at 6 in the morning I got up earlier to tryto do a bit more 😭 #the life is so hard.

[starsanova]

Did you revamp your blog?? The ig edits look different but cute!!

★ ─ I moved blogs! and redid all my graphics (which took forever); my new layout is inspired by the iconic vincent van gogh and all of his amazing work since. he is my favourite artist of all time and gcse art gave me a great appreciation for his work. also, the colour pallets he uses are very pleasing to the eye

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ ★ star mail ! #★ anon