Art delayed due to me losing my glasses in a freak go karting accident. I'm not kidding, I am so blind without my glasses, and I only have my prescription sunglasses now.
Here's what I was working on, and very much intend to finish once I have new glasses.
This is referencing the classic baphomet pose, btw. I guess you can also see my current process with this? I've been working with lighter to darker colours, making the shapes cleaner as I go. It also means the colours look nice.
I am furious that I can't currently do the cross hatching I like, without my glasses. I have to be literally 10cm from the pages to draw accurately. Literally FINALLY got to a point in which I'm happy with an art piece, and now I CANT DRAW IT.
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It's a bit hard for me to fully understand how bad first grade was for me. Not because the schoolwork was difficult, because I felt too challenged in a academic sense. I struggled, but not because the work was difficult, but because of the racism I dealt with.
My biggest problem that entire year had to of been my teacher. Starting from mispronouncing my name and refusing to say it properly. Accusing me of cheating on my projects because of how well they were done. While I did get help, she assumed my mom had always done all the work for me.
She liked to try and embarrass me, looked for opportunities to call me a trouble maker and would loudly announce my "bad" behavior, despite her simply mixing me up with students with similar names or appearances. Never apologized to me when she was wrong, which was every time.
Called me slow, would make comments about how long it took me to do activities, especially writing.
There were so many things she did that entire school year that added up. But the most disrespectful thing had to of been when I asked her for our Thanksgiving classroom play, if i could be one of the natives rather than the pilgrims. I'm native american, I'm the only native american in this class, I don't want to be a pilgrim. Guess who was a pilgrim?
And she made sure the native men were loud and ruthless and the native women were scared of everything and screamed and shouted in fear so easily. While the pilgrims were calm and collected, from the men to the women and they helped these poor natives.
My mom and me shared similar opinions on the play and she even talked to my teacher about how harmful it was to teach kids our history like that. The she should do better and emphasized the proper way to say my name. Which she pretended she just didn't know, I never corrected her. (My mom knew this was a lie as I was known to be very quick to correct people and sometimes hostile if they didn't quickly amend it. So yeah... Also, she continued to mispronounce my name unless my mom was there.)
I almost forgot, I am a very quiet person, especially then. I only talked if I had to or liked you enough to talk to. She said even though I met the curriculum for the next grade, in fact, she had kept lowering my reading level until she got in trouble, that she wanted to hold me back for a year. She got an earful from my mom for that one, and I didn't get held back.
So that was what it was like in the classroom. Outside of it, I was often physically assaulted by four girls.
There was this one who was in my class and she made it her mission to stand next to me in line so she could force me to talk. I never did, so she would twist my arm, pinch me, punch me, try to bend my hand back, saying I just had to say something and she'd stop. She never got in trouble for it and it's not because she never got caught, many times I caught my teacher's eye while she was physically harming me, she'd smile and look away.
While I was outside of the classroom, outside of line, there was a group of three girls. They come up to me, make comments, grab my stuff, my belongings, corner me. I remember one weekend I got my nails done, they were yellow with glitter. They saw my nails asked if they were real, and proceeded to rip off every single nail. My best friend saw, alerted her mom who did work there. Not much came from that, they continued to harass me, they just made sure my friend wasn't around and her mom.
So yeah, it was really traumatic, dealing with so much every day at school. I remember walking to the bus one day, it was really windy, and I thought about how much I wished it would pick up more and knock me into the wall. Enough to hurt and kill me. I thought about death a lot that year. I didn't realize until I got older how much it truly affected me.
Also, fun fact, I ended up going to school with those girls again, we moved but in fifth grade I went back to that school, that teacher still taught there, and one of those girls was in my class. She never talked to me, she did give me dirty looks for getting questions correct if she didn't.
And later in middle school I ended up having several classes with all of them. I could tell they recognized me, but never said anything about it. No apologies. Nothing.
The one who twisted my arm, I never saw her again at the very least. But yeah, what a fucked up year, huh?
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I like Anasui because i find him annoying, so i am so sorry other Anasui fans annoy you like this, can we destroy Anasui together?
LIKE!! MY GOD!!
Anasui iS a lil funny, he's an annoying BITCH WHORE, and i think he's a little funny at times and can be funny in the right hands. i dont HATE him
but the way i see anime girlies talk about him on twitter im like.. good lurd
its like anasui fans deliberately go out of their way to missinperate his character just like him for his pink aesthetic half the time and i think thats so annoying
OR
the fucking jolyne/anasui shippers im like, whatever if you like them togeather i dont actually care
but the way ppl talk about their canon material makes them look like they were watching something else
i saw someone say 'jolyne and anasui were ALL over each other during stocean <33' LIKE?? WHERE
like girlies even anasui himself knows he's a freakfuck, hes insane and he knows him. dont pretend for him
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