from faults, favours, failures, and the truth

Drawing after awhile is always interesting.

Minimus and his search for his armor. The missing piece that he thinks will right his wrongs, his mistakes. Code only gets you so far, what happens when your morality comes into question?

What who made these

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Dawn of Cybertron- Golden Goodbye During his final hours as Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, Ultra Magnus was responsible for the escort of the War Criminal Megatron of Tarn. in a later letter he writes: Report Second Cycle 4056 you probably will not receive this report and I believe I have made Peace with that. When I assumed the Title of Ultra Magnus, I thought it would shape me into a better mech, that it would be the thing that would complete me but I was wrong. Truthfully the days I spent aboard that ship ended up forging me into something far greater. But who pushed me over the line was you. It was you who bent me, who made me cross that line the one I was supposed to be holding. My title, my armor, my principles- for you I will set them all aside. When I boarded the Lost Light after the war I was searching for Utopia. Now I think to back when you held me and I believe that was the closest I have ever come to it. But if you do by any chance, if despite all my protocols and conventions you receive this letter, then consider it an Invitation to travel the rest of the galaxy with me. The letter ended up never being sent. Minimus Ambus later abandoned his title and his armor.

Me before I came out, when I did pageants and modeling.

This was me the day of my junior prom. The dress weighed around 20 lbs, was the first one I tried on, and my makeup was done by someone who still thought brown lip liner looked good on white people. I spent the entire day being photographed and generally hating how I looked and wishing I could figure out why, when everything was technically perfect.

Came out in 2016, here's nine years of transformation (in reverse order, sorry)

Turns out I'm neither a Normal Guy nor a woman, but a much weirder type of faggy masc thing.

In my lifestyle lolita egg era. Somehow getting to dress like a princess gave me the will to get up in the morning

granted being a big ol goth doesn't really fit the bill of "socially acceptable heterosexual femininity" but i was HYPER feminine when i was closeted, especially in the years between when i FIRST tried to come out (age 16 - around the time of those first photos) and when i actually made the jump (age 19 - about a year after the last photo)

you can tell in that second to last photo i literally got a tattoo that said "MAD GIRL" which was an exercise in many things, including abstract self-harm, a visual reminder that i had given up on myself, and wildly underestimating the number of dudes who would misread it as BAD GIRL and take that as a cue to say gross shit to me while i was at work

anyway never kill yourself

haha yeah 🫣

consciously dipped my toes into the gender fuckery pool at around 15/16 but I was pentecostal at the time and well. took them out real quick

i tried very very hard to be “femme” for a LONG time but during covid lockdowns I didn’t have to perform for anyone and I slowly started to let it all go and now I’m a silly little man 😌

The Amur Leopard and Clouded Leopard (which recently celebrated its 50th cub born at the zoo!)

The Sumatran Tiger

The Red Ruffed Lemur and Ring-Tailed Lemur

The Cotton-Top Tamarin and White-Cheeked Gibbon

The Colobus Monkey and De Brazza’s Monkey

And the Mexican Spider Monkey!

field trip cancelled

Based off hit tumblr post: