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Drew one of my favourite Drag Race lewks. Detox's latex outfit from All Stars S2. Sickening!!

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Two D&D characters of mine! Norbert the friendly Dragonborn, his charisma is garbage but he did manage to befriend the literal Devil this one time. And a Kenku Bard. He plays the Autoharp, wears a sparkly white glove, is the king of pop (covers only tho because Kenkus can only mimic sounds)
(DM me if you want me to draw your D&D character, I'm open for character commissions!)
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Weâre going to start a band.
(Part 1)
me, at four a.m.: you know whatâs better than sleeping?Â
They're all so good đ
*arrives 50,000 years late with Starbucks*

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somehow I avoided playing Mass Effect forever, not knowing that when I played it, I would meet the love of my life, Garrus Vakarian.Â
By the grace of his majesty, Oppenheimer. May his tiny paw grant you a thousand blessings.
Been drawing a buncha kittos lately
THE FADE TO BLACK OH MY GOD I LITERALLY CANâT BREATHE RIGHT NOW
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From Jen Sorensen.

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how do people even know what colours are? What even is art? .____.
âParticularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on themâŚor else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter âaverageâ performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.â
Holy SHIT
Yep.
They actually tested me for a learning disability in high school because I was consistently failing math.
They discovered that I actually scored in the 80th percentile in that sort of learning.
Problem was, in every other subject, I was in the 99.8th percentile.
I had never learned how to study because I never needed toâand then, when something proved to be even the slightest bit challenging, my brain went
âLOL nope this is impossible abortâ
Meanwhile, this entire time Iâm scraping by in subjects like English. The assignments I did turn in, Iâd score top marksâbut Iâd avoid turning in projects I didnât think were âgoodâ enough.
Essentially, my brain had two settings: â100%â or â0%â.
This sort of Baby Genius shit makes kids and adolescents neurotic and self-destructive.
We learned about this in Child Development. And we learned to reward hard work and not good job. Like donât say to a child, âoh you are so smart.â Say âOh did worked so hard.â Be proud of the child, not the achievement.
Be proud of the child, not the achievement.
Decades of research have been done on this by Dr. Carol Dweck. When the emphasis is placed on effort (a factor people can control) rather than talent (an innate skill), itâs a lot easier to see mistakes as a learning opportunity rather than something you just wonât ever be good at. And kids who were encouraged by effort were also more willing to take on more challenging work and considered it a lot more fun, while the kids who were praised for their intelligence were reluctant to put themselves in a situation where they might lose that identifier as a âsmart kidâ by making mistakes, so they preferred to do work they were confident they could master. Also, the kids praised for effort wanted to compare their results to kids who got higher scores, to see where they made their mistakes, while those praised for intelligence wanted to compare their results to kids who scored lower, to reassure themselves.
Not only does this set up âsmartâ students for a lot of trouble when they enter college and start being regularly challenged, the effects last long beyond that. It can be very hard for the âyouâre so smart!â kids to unlearn as they become adults and struggle with even common adult things, and are afraid to ask for help because of that lesson they learned from misguided praise that they are supposed to be smart and supposed to know the answers.Â
âŚHonestly +1 here.  Itâs very well researched and documented and yeah.  Making the emphasis on âYou succeed and we are proud of you b/c you are SMART as an intrinsic quality!â makes failure/setbacks/difficulty -TERRIFYING- b/c if youâre âsmartâ it doesnât happen and if you fail that means youâre not smart and thatâs what everyoneâs drilled into you as your main point of worth.
And the rates of anxiety disorders among âgifted studentâ kids are kinda horrifying. Â Â
This is why âyouâre so smartâ means absolutely nothing to me any more. Itâs used as punishment as often as itâs used as praise.Â
Holy Fuck.
This post is so me. I got a C in organic chemistry in college and I changed my major because of it because I couldnât deal with not having an A.
Add ADHD to that too. I was diagnosed LAST YEAR at the ripe old age of 25 with ADHD. And thatâs a whole other factor that plays into it. My therapist said that because I got good grades my ADHD went unnoticed even though I was exhibiting behaviors like biting the fuck out of my nails, drawing, doing sudoku during lectures because doing something with my hands would free up the part of my brain that takes in information.
But pretty much teachers were like straight A honors student we donât really have to pay attention to her and it caused me to flame out in a spectacular fashion in graduate school.
To my former best friend of 10 years/ sexual assailant,
As I read the letter of "apology" you were forced to pen to me, I realize you have learned nothing from this experience.
You have apologized for my feelings, you have apologized for âmiscommunication". You have apologized, not for committing the horrible acts you did, but for getting caught. And I find you completely repulsive for this.
At what point during our 10+ years of being friends did you stop seeing me as a human being and start seeing me as an amalgamation of body parts that you were owed simply because you stuck around long enough? At what point did your supposed "sexual frustration" trump my desires as an individual?
Apparently, the night of January 1st 2015. That was the night when you assaulted me in my own home. Â
It was a small party and we had all had a lot to drink. Except you, you were stone cold sober, you drove home that night. I could barely walk or string together cohesive thoughts when you decided it was your moment. Your moment to calculatedly get me alone, where no one could stop you or question your actions. Your moment to finally reap the rewards of gracing me with your friendship for 10 long years. In that moment, you, in your own words "gave in to peer pressure". Whether or not everyone in your little boys club of friends had told you you should date me, it was never license for you to take advantage of me the way you did.Â
I have some truth for you. I never owed you sex because you chose to be my friend. You did, however, owe me the decency to not assault me when I was so drunk I could not consent.
The one night I took a break from being your conscience, your voice of reason ... you do this?Â
The one night I take a vacation from being your ever vigilant Jiminy Cricket ... you did THIS.Â
I'll never accept your bullshit apology. Because you still haven't apologized. You've accepted consequences but you still don't understand what you did. You've gone through all of the processes and looked judges and lawyers and police officers in the eye and said "yes, okay. Yes I understand." But you can't understand, because you haven't had to look me in the eye. And now you're off the hook, you'll never have to face me. You can go on with your life and pretend that nothing happened. This entire ordeal has been a small bout of inconvenience in your otherwise pristine life. You can move on now.
But I can't.Â
I've felt countless emotions: rage, sadness, guilt. Rage, that you could have done this to me. Sadness, at the loss of one of my best friends. Guilt, that I didn't do enough (despite my abilities at the time) to stop you, that maybe it was my fault for not making it clear enough to you that you didn't have the right to my space in that way.
I've been asked too many invasive questions: "what were you wearing?", "how much did you drink?", "why were you that drunk?", "if you were that drunk, how do you even remember what happened?", "why didn't you fight him?", "why didn't you do something?"
How many questions have you been forced to answer? How many questions did you have the luxury to choose never to answer?
Your written apology will never be good enough because you still haven't apologized for what you did. You still haven't apologized for your actions.Â
Let me tell you what is truly heartbreaking. You do everything you can to be a good friend to someone for 10 years and in the end they still see you as an object they are entitled to use in whichever way they please. You do everything right, you go to the police, you press charges. You get told you're brave and to be proud of yourself because you did the right thing. You reported a crime, you are not just another statistic in the "sexual assaults that go unreported" category. You get told you will receive some justice because the person who took so much away from you has settled and will write you a letter and accept a lesser charge as part of a peace bond. You are spared going to court to have a defense attorney rip apart every fiber of your character.
You do ALL of this and hold yourself together.
You receive that letter of apology ... it's not even one page long, and all it translates to is "I'm not sorry I did it, I'm sorry you got upset". And everyone looks at you now and says "time to move on, there's your justice", as if that shitty apology should have miraculously healed all your wounds. Everyone collectively looks at you as if your story is over and they can stop worrying about you now because the book has been closed, an apology was given, justice has been done, and itâs your job to move on because everything is fine now, right?
But it's not and it won't be for a damn long time.
And thatâs what's fucking heartbreaking.
But you'll never know pain like that because you'll never have to look me in the eye again.
- B
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An Open Letter Over a Year and a Half in the Making. Closure is an Elusive Thing.
To My Garbage, Sub-Human, Compulsive Liar Ex- Boyfriend,
I will not thank you in this letter. I am stronger because of what you put me through, but that was my doing, not yours. Iâll never let you take credit for what Iâve salvaged of the mess you left in your wake.
I am by no means over it, and I may never be. By âitâ, do not confuse me for meaning âyouâ. I am over you specifically. I am, however, not over what you did to me, all of the the emotional torture you subjected me to and the countless lies you told me in order to save your own face.
So letâs start with the lies. When you left you said you were dealing with a âmental health issueâ. As it would turn out, your only âmental health issueâ was you being a lying, unfaithful, sack of crap (which I would find out much, much, much, later, due to the compliance of your enabling friends). I stayed concerned far longer than I should have. You never deserved my concern. You were a coward who never could take responsibility for your own disgusting actions.
I treated you like gold when we were together. I put you on a pedestal and that was my mistake because you really did fall into feeling like you were better than me quite comfortably. You were hostile and defensive whenever I asked about your past, like you were hiding some deep dark tortured secret. Or perhaps all of the grandiose tales you had told me about all of your accomplishments were never true and you feared I would eventually come to piece together your haphazard web of lies on my own.
I should have seen my future in the way you spoke to your ex on the phone.
But you were a good liar and I felt special, even if only for a while. I wasnât, and she wonât be either ⌠eventually.
Youâll get bored of her eventually. Or maybe you wonât, that is the luxury of dating someone who is obsessed with you, isnât it? Theyâll worship you forever. Maybe sheâll never make the mistake of questioning you. Maybe sheâll never start to see you as a technical equivalent. Maybe her constructively criticizing your work wonât emasculate you so much that you need to resort to cheating on her with someone significantly younger than her in order to sufficiently stroke your deflating ego. All Iâd ever wanted was to be my best self with you at my side, but you were too self-absorbed to ever notice. You always did think I was asking you to do it all for me.
I donât know what you told everyone in your life when things ended, but I can only assume it was another falsehood. A falsehood constructed so everyone could allow themselves to believe I was the unhinged, mess Iâm sure you hoped to paint me as.
And for a while, it was touch and go. I was a bit of a mess.
Iâve rebuilt now. Not completely, but close. I no longer have night terrors about your betrayal, so Iâve got that going for me. And believe me, that is a win. I have someone who loves me in a way you were unable to. Someone who treats me with more respect and affection than someone like you will ever be capable of, in your small, self-absorbed life.Â
Iâm not writing this to assure you Iâm doing okay now, though. I donât want you to ever feel okay about what you did to the girl who loved you so unconditionally you were able to completely blindside her with your infidelity. I donât want you to ever rest easy with the way you devastated me. Iâm writing this for myself. Iâm writing this because Iâll probably never know your truth. Iâll never know what was real and what wasnât in the time I spent with you. Iâll never have the closure I would like or deserve. Â
So Iâll have to settle for this. This letter is my truth and at the very least, I can own that.
Fuck you, I hate you, you are and always will be absolute trash, Y.
- The Girl Who Was Always Too Good For You
Some art I worked on with 3 fly af peeps for my very first TOjam! Flex your pecks (get it, âpecksâ âcause you a bird) and take your rightful place as the swaggest, most deezed bird-bro in da club.