ok so alient stage didnt quite scratch the "sad gay people fighting" itch as i expected but it for sure scratches the "sad gay people singing" itch that ive had since given
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݁.₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩‧౨ৎ ⊹ ₊. ݁
I love this gorgeous girl sm
idk where I would be without her 🫶🏻
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just stumbled across your recent ayato fic series and AHHHHHHH its so well written T T I’m already preparing myself to shed some tears
oh my gosh!!! no no come back!!!!!! don't cry please D: it's not meant to be a heartbreak (i think?) I PROMISE I HAVE SOME HAPPINESS AND FLUFF TUCKED AWAY IN MY DRAFTS SOMEHWERE!!!!!
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you like because, and you love despite.
i heard this today sinking into my mattress of restlessness and unsolicited grief. it's funny how i am grieving for a love i haven't lost...yet. this cloud of anticipated heartbreak looms over me because i am so unfamiliar with love that doesn't abandon me.
of course i do nothing, i shall let nature run its course. i cannot predict the future, but i sure as hell will try my hardest to stay as long as i can so that maybe ill be in it with you--despite knowing, it can vanish in an instant.
and yet, i still choose calamity. because of you. and in spite of me.
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And I don't know if imma see you again
WHAT 💔
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Hey! I just wanted to say that your art style is SO GOOD. l would really appreciate it if you could draw jason todd ❤️❤️
eyyyy thank you so much!!💙💙 i actually started drawing some of the robins after posting little richard with alfred hehehe
and this is actually a fitting ask because i just finished watching batman: under the red hood😂😩
i want to give young jason some brown eyes only because i can lol and when he gets dunked in the sauce then and only then will he get them unnatural blue eyes along with that white streak on his hair
older jason
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Skip has always found a way to work through his problems and turn them around with relative ease, but the sudden death of his wife, Brandi, has brought his mostly carefreeness towards his children to a stand-still. With two freshly traumatized children and a newborn under his belt, can Skip juggle turning his shitty ass life around for his family, or will he crumble under the weight of his past mistakes?
Darleen hasn’t been the same since her husband, Darren, died, though she’d be quick to argue with you if you said anything of the sort. She’s FINE! She misses her husband, undoubtedly, but she’s not going to let that very, very, very tiny thing wreck her whole life, and she’s not going to let people give her grief about ANYTHING. Sure, she got fired from her job a few months back and hasn’t made any strides to find a new one, and she’s losing touch with her son as she goes and squanders all her responsibilities by partying and drinking on par with younger years, aaaaaaaaaaaaand the almost obsessive idealistic crush she’s developed on her neighbor is clouding the second half of her judgment, but she’s bounced back from worse and knows everything’s going to come up Darleen :) …………. hopefully
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Transcript:
Who hell do you think you are? You’re any kind of artist? Anybody knows who you are?
Maybe everybody else wants to enjoy the peace and quiet. This is one of the most important places in North America, and who are you? Who are you? You miserable, presumptuous, no talent- you’re no artist. An artist respects the silence. It serves the foundation of creativity.
You obviously don’t have the talent. You don’t have enough respect for yourself or other people to know what it means to respect yourself, in music or any form of creativity, and I’m an NYU film school graduate. Sucker. And the school of visual arts in the academy of art university in San Francisco.
You suck. You’re a no talent. If you really have talent go practice and then get yourself a gig instead of ruining the day for everybody down here. You disgrace. You are everything that’s gone wrong in this world. You’re a self consumed, no talent, mediocre piece of shit. And I’ve earned my right to say it, okay? In 1975, I walked Bob Dylan up on stage. Who the fuck are you? I knew the Grateful Dead from 1966.
Who the fuck are you?
You’re nothing. You are nothing. And you will never be anything. Never. How dare you? You miserable mediocre nothing. Shame on you. You crack a stupid little smile, you little pimp. Go learn to play. You’re flat. You can’t even carry a fucking note. I don’t care about your little horn lip, it doesn’t mean you know how to play. You’re flat. I’ve trained classically, I’ve trained contemporaneously, and
you suck.
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