yuki back of the grid penalty, lance p17, alex track limits infringements… lads we are so back 🔥🔥🔥

i've been in a lot of physical pain today, but i also am randomly obsessed with roman so i drew him a couple times because he's GREAT:

roman in a dresss >:]]]]] he has his sword and i may have drawn his feet backwards but shuuuush

judge roman is lovely :]

and also i drew him in his sweater because i've never done that. yeah. :] (also ignore his mouth idk why it looks like that TvT)

also a very shitty doodle of roman as a mummy from the halloween ep 💀

close up on the first drawing cause i worked hard on it, plus ref:

roman in a dress ahhhhhh he's so pretty

i also really wanted to do the one from halloween because i LOVE IT but i'm too tired and i want to make sure i do it justice.

Zch00l starts s00n T.T

Zch00l'z t0m0rr0w..

QwQ

welp, 1.4.4 master mode world fin~

funny how normal mode I died a total of 2 times early on, and then the moment I hit hardmode got my ass handed to me by the mech bosses, then once I got past them, speedran to moonlord and been farming him... Now what :l guess I'ma finally craft the Zenith, find this new Aether thing and have some fun, then finally finish this ridiculous tower + other builds I wanted to do. I wanted to go for a Rapunzel type of vibe but now its so fucking big.. its touching my sky bridge and I still have like 2 more relics to get...... I'm making this smaller next time :l

There's david tennant on doctor who?!

whatever haze i was in that let me make good art is officially over

should've looked at class photo later

you motherfuckers have no concept of what "land back" or "decolonize" even mean. you're too busy demonizing entire groups of people, terrified, shitting yourselves, that they'll do even half of the horrors to you that you've done to them for decades or centuries. this shit comes off as hella racist for real. you hate arabs so much. you hate first nations people so much. you hate black people so much. even if you sympathize with them, you can't fucking bear the idea of them gaining freedom, independence, autonomy, safety, because you're so, so scared they'll hurt you back and cause chaos in the streets. these same people who just want to rebuild. who just want to go home. who just want to see their families again. who just want food. who just want medical care. who just want dry, warm shelter. you're so focused on the ideas of colonization, of "us vs. them", of one people displacing the other for a state to exist, that you cannot comprehend coexistence, and your only idea of peace is if an entire group of people were just gone and dead.

grow the fuck up. for the love of GOD, grow the fuck up.

guys are you ready *gives your effo long hair i mean. it kinda fits him!

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

A man with a nice speaking voice is such a priority for me.

I will fall in love with you if I like your voice

just posting it like this bc Im way too lazy to copy it all down on here

sisko: *sigh* against my will and for complicated political reasons I am sent to save your sorry cardassian ass yet again. just get in the fucking car already pls

gul dukat: there's a hidden meaning in that! the usurper of terok nor obviously desires me carnally

Ultra Magnus has to step in to be like 'the right to trial by combat was removed from the constitution 10 million years ago'

The holidays are done and I have school tomorrow but I didn't get any work done... For those Religious hoomans out there, pray for me.

If you aren't, salute me as I fall to my personal hell