...i got a really nice angst idea for this lucifer fic. when i get it written up yall wanna see it? its a little snippet of whats to come :3

My immune system is legendary, I haven't been sick in years but once it get beat by something, I might be sick for the next three months :/

Saw my old groomer's coworker's car when I got gas at my old job and thought about scratching the word "pervert" on it. I would never actually do that but it did cross my mind. I had a nightmare about him the other night.

Hi♡ Hard hours is open [ for all fandons]

Comfort eating while I recover from my surgery 👌👌

So I've been doing this thing for months where I just start grabbing one of my plushies to have as tummy support to prevent me from leaning too far forward towards my screen (the plush pushes me back as it's against the desk).

Maybe not good advice but for now it's better than me leaning all the way forward like a dog

Your possessive/obsessive Wally reminds me of the song “Smoke and Mirrors” by Jayn! I think he’d gladly kill someone to have Howdy to himself

Don’t know much obsession/possessive songs, but I do think Mob!Wally would be “the red means I love you”-

as for normal Wally? I feel he’s a lil more “Stalkers Tango” or maybe even a “The tailor shop in Enbizaka” (though it’s a different culture and timeline all together JDHHDHDDHE- vibesl still there)

also Frank screams a lil bit of “my unhealthy obsession”-

cw more obsessive behavior, syringe

Ai adventures with yours truly: day 90- We are not gunna talk about the “uno reverse” arc, or the “tea shop” arc-

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it's this way! / squirrelpaw and leafpaw

LOOK DUNYA YOU HAVE TWO CHOICES, ONE IS- *faints*

[WIP] altair wake up your rival is bringing you tea and dates

Separatist-apologist lore beneath the cut

I dropped out of college when I was 19 and when I decided to go back, I had two kids. I was undeclared and I felt old despite still being in my 20s. I had a scholarship which required me to do daytime classes with all of the brand new 18 year olds and I felt wildly out of place. Before that, I'd been staying at home raising my kids while their dad worked and a lot of people thought wanting to return to the workforce was a mistake, so there was this immense pressure to succeed where I'd once failed.

The problem was not knowing what I wanted to do. All I really cared about was history and domestic violence and as far as I knew, there was no good career path that combined those things, and so I signed up for four random classes that had nothing to do with each other. One of them was called Serial Killers in America which was taught by a former police officer. Another was introduction to psychology, taught by a social worker.

I was sitting in the Serial Killer class one morning, way in the back where no one paid me any attention, when the professor (former cop, remember) began telling a story about being called to a house for domestic violence and I remember looking up at her as she said that too often, these things are a "he said, she said," and they're usually both lying.

And it just ignited something angry in my stomach. I was looking for an advisor since I'd been undeclared and I turned that day to the psych professor and asked if she'd fill out my form to be my advisor. As she was, I told her what the other professor said and how much it bothered me and she asked me what I wanted to do. So I told her, and she asked if I'd ever considered social work.

So began six years of perfectionism and the single-minded goal of getting my masters degree and working in the field as a licensed social worker. I remember my first day in orientation at grad school, someone asked if anyone knew where they wanted to be in 5 years. I was the only person who raised their hand. I knew where I wanted to be.

And for the last three years, I got to live that dream. The good, the bad, the horrible- all of it was mine. And today I pack up this office I've worked in for the last three years because its all over. The work was always good and I'm proud of what I've done. I've published papers, I've sat in state-wide commissions, I've talked to legislators, I've presented at conferences and I've trained a new generation of advocates who feel the same passion I do.

It's no secret that people who work in this field are typically survivors themselves. Something about surviving it turns people into advocates, whether they meant to be or not. And often they manage to make it out of the metaphorical burning building, turn around, and decide they need to go back inside to try and get others. The amount of people I've talked to who say, "I want other people to know they're not alone and they can get through this," is numerous. It makes you optimistic, it makes it impossible to ignore the good in humanity even when you're faced with some of the worst people/circumstances you'll ever encounter.

And despite all the petty office politics, a system designed (sometimes purposefully) to make leaving difficult, and state legislators who push back every inch of progress we ever made, I will miss it. The work was always good. I'm proud of the things I did individually for folks, of the amount of times I got to tell someone they did nothing wrong, that they deserved safety and respect.

These three years have been the best and worst of my life, but the work was always good. I will always be in it, will always be standing beside the ghost of my childhood self, offering her a hand and a voice and I think if I accomplished nothing else, at least I did that.

My (hopefully) last batch of large ko-fis for a while!

I had an interview for the paid training opportunity through ovr on Thursday so I'm waiting to hear back from them to know for sure, but regardless of if I get it or not, I'm going to be taking a much needed break from larger ko-fis to recuperate and draw for myself. In the meantime I'm going to keep mini's open, so if you're interested in supporting me until I (fingers crossed) start this new job in February, please check out my commissions page on ko-fi! I’m currently unemployed! If you’d like to help me out you can buy a mini or donate to my ko-fi! Thank you so much for all of your support!🌺

I don't want this to turn into a novel, so I'll try keep this brief, but I want to thank you guys from the bottom of my heart for supporting me through this period of my life. It's been a really rocky road, but I don't know where I'd be without the generous support of all of you guys who commissioned me, donated, and boosted my posts. Thank you so so so so so much! I want to send a special, huge thank you to Jax who commissioned me almost every time I opened them. I can't tell you how happy I was every time you popped up in my emails. You've been a dream commissioner to work with I honestly don't have the words to express how much working with you meant to me! Thank you again! I hope I'll be able to draw more of your characters for you in the future! ♥

Sora! 💕

had a good drawing day today :)