Maybe people would be more intimidated if I started swearing more. 😤
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since I saw your post of frank going butterfly hunting with their skirt, it got me wondering..what if eddie too had a skirt!
I imagine frank got him into the whole flowy dress ordeal. probably wears one when going through his mail shift or while working on the garden with frank.
oh my gosh...matching skirts!
considering that apparently Eddie has done drag, i imagine that its probably the other way around!!
i gotta a little lost in the sauce w/ these and forgot what the rest of the ask said besides "FranklyDear in skirts" oopsies <3
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Haven't drawn my mlp au in a bit.
if it's low quality, it's tumblrs fault.
The old art I made of this au SUCKS like fr. These pieces are messy ik, but certainly better than the old stuff :/
There will be more🐴 Hopefully. Motivations been rough.
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Random memory that just resurfaced. I remember sitting in a small local bus that was traveling for two hours down Northern California, deep in the middle of nowhere, Redwoods area, and I was talking to this young lesbian (maybe nonbinary?) couple from Chicago.
And then at another stop, in steps this guy. Big guy. Red-faced, long scruffy beard, leather jacket, snapback cap with an American flag. I'm a very tall woman and I felt tiny compared to him.
And he spots us, and heads straight towards us in this van of a bus. Walks with purpose, just striding forward with big steps. I see the couple next to me pale a little. They quickly let go of each other's hands.
He sits down on the row of chairs in front of us, turns around to face us, claps his hands on his thighs, and goes "Couldn't help but hear the accents, where are y'all from?"
And he's just this really excited man who wants to make some conversation and loves to hear about my travels, and when I'm done he immediately goes on a full story about his motorbike collection and his old roadtrips.
The couple is a little quiet, but eventually one of them pipes in every now and then. Then they drop that they live together.
The man's eyes go wide. "Wait, you two are..." I see the couple kinda cringe, they're Americans, they've probably been through this more time than I have. I, straight-passing, already kind of square my shoulders, about to make it clear I'm not gonna take shit from him.
But this man, in delight, just gasps. "Like Dykes On Bikes!!!" he all but yells though the bus.
Cue fifteen minutes of him talking about various Dykes on Bikes groups he's encountered and how much he absolutely loves them. It was utterly wonderful.
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Hey babes, sorry I've been dead, but I coulda been literally dead if I had not gone.
I didn't hurt myself and we're still figuring things out. I would love to share but I've already forgotten what I've learned. I hope I get more guidance and time for healing and learning on how to lead my life in a better direction than where I was. But that takes time and effort.
I hope to get some rest, get some support, and get it together. But right now, I don't think it's healthy for me to worry about art in the way I do now. I may not express it here, but trying to maintain my art endeavors/projects while there's so much bullshit going on backstage is not helping me. Especially since I'm not even obligated to do so. But trying to force myself to do something I am currently unable to do will just make me feel worse. I'll follow my dreams and passions one day, but I've been putting off the healing process for years.
So I guess it's better to get better now so I can get the ball rolling again. Why drive on a flat tire?
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