"what do you do for fun-"

Internally scream while zooming in on gifs of Aemond Targaryen, next question.

Writing a self-help book for footwear who overshare, titled "Put A Sock In It"

Also this new blog feels weird. Like when thieves rob your house and when you come back from the police station you have that feeling like it’s still your house but all the furniture is gone 🫠

me??? crying in the library???? more likely that u might think. beware

Post yap clarity

time to play the game of Are These Intrusive Thoughts About Having Another Person (Severely)Harm Me(Most Often, In The Way I Harm Myself) Sexual or Not

What do I do now that I’m so aware of it? Has my period literally given me ego death? Wtf? Why am I experiencing a period rn if I just wanna be a guy?

Why do I have to beg my sister in order for it to finally click that I need her to gender me correctly in order to survive and yet she equated hrt and top surgery to suicide. LITERALLY WHAT??? What’s suicidal is you and our dad deadnaming me. It’s a slap in the face to my humanity. It’s you guys telling me to “kill myself” in a different font. Why doesn’t she realize that?

Am I making a mountain out of a mole hill? Am I barking up the wrong tree? Is gender this unserious where I should just let her misgender me? Wtf does any of this shit mean. And why do I have to care so much about it?

If we just organized we would be better off, duh. Not in this bloodline so it seems. Not in this brain of mine, but I wish.

Cheers To Eventually! I have no other option!

It never fails to baffle me how people will click on a fanfic that features Aemond Targaryen as a main character, then complain when he’s not an emotionally stable softboy. Did we watch the same show???

Anon who requested this, know that I’m affectionately in your walls for screwing my whole work week like, really, thank you for providing me another reason to escape my daily hideousness

my straight face before my boss vs me internally planning the wip

i remember last time I got covid i watched videos of buildings and bridges imploding

This election day, I'm thinking of my Nana.

I'm thinking of how as a young woman, she fled political violence in her native Colombia to build a new home in a more stable country. I'm thinking about how she lived a long life, but not long enough to see her home country elect its first ever progressive president (just a few months ago!).

Coincidentally, I was living in Colombia at that time (in the very city she grew up in), and I was able to witness what felt like a miracle. A very conservative country, suffering from the violent inheritance of colonization and catholic invasion and the war on drugs, against a backdrop of the dangerous global rise of the far right--this unlikely country managed to elect one of the most progressive heads of state in the world, in 2022. That's a pretty big deal.

And I'm thinking about this, this election day, because that election was won by a very thin margin. I'm thinking about how it almost didn't happen. I'm thinking about how it was only possible thanks to the highest voter turnout in 20 year. And I am thinking about the countless number of voters who chose to vote for the first time. I am thinking of the poorest and most disenfranchised citizens who showed up at the polls. I am thinking of the indigenous women who rode 12 hours on public buses to vote at the 'nearest' polling stations. I am thinking of all the money and corruption that went into preventing minority citizens from voting, and I'm thinking about how they showed up in the millions and voted anyway.

I am thinking that I would like to see a miracle like that in my own home country.

So if you're on the fence about waiting in line today to cast your vote, I hope that you will think--about the country you want to live in, the future you hope will unfold, and about all of the people it takes to make a miracle.

Because history may deem us nameless and faceless, but when we show up en masse, we are the ones who make history happen.

And yes, maybe also spare a thought for my Nana. Who was in fact a very angry and judgemental woman who supported the republican party for 50+ years, and who would be turning in her grave right now (if the family hadn't had her cremated). Think about the mean angry ghost of my Colombian grandmother, who very much wants you to not show up at the polls to support abortion and other sinful progressive values. Think about her. Do it for her. Do it for Nana.

This is a more new one, I think I started on early december. I think the inspiration is obvious.

I love Bob's Burgers Movie and this is my second fav song of the film. It just so well done for every character. 4 diferent songs in one, what else could you pssible want?

And also since my first draw I had the intention to make a new wallpaper for my celphone, Hate to have the same wallpaper for too long. Like a year is my limit.

this one for a strange reason doesn't have the blob, don't know if I accidentally erased or what.

revisiting a memory