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on semipermanent hiatus to care for my mental and physical health. my discord is “the gods bleed orange juice#9234″ if you'd like to get in touch! you can also find me on instagram at jaw.breaker.art

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New Oil Painting!

This one took me about an hour & it is for sale, it’ll be pretty cheap so if anyone wants to grab it it please message me for details :)

For some reason this painting reminded me of the discomfort I get when people bring up the H*locaust (I’m Jewish), especially growing up, I distinctly remember hiding the fact that I was jewish in class because I didn’t want everyone to judge me for it. I remember my history teacher asking if anyone was Jewish in the class, in retrospect I have no idea why because it would’ve singled people out, and I recall no one raising their hand. Even at a young age I knew being Jewish wasn’t something to be proud of (at least so I thought), something to hide and tuck away for my own safety.

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Just a reminder that the Jewish people believe that ALL human beings are created in the Image of God INCLUDING Transgender and gender non-comforming folks.  We all have the same human rights, and all deserve to serve in our countries.

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mycomancer ~ she rescues the party from falling thru the vortex in the sky, and she’s from the western desert on Kossuth.

im sure at some point i’ll dump the lore for the mycomancers in my world! they regenerate natural landscapes and dispose of dead bodies so that they can’t be uprooted by natural disasters or used by necromancers.

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literally most things that people write off as just ‘textures’ to use in graphics are stolen & unsourced material created by artists or photographers NOT meant to be used as elements in projects without royalty payments. you can say ‘it’s just random tumblr posts they don’t care’ but you wouldn’t want someone to take your work and edit into their work so they can be praised for their beautiful style and creativity even if they just post it on social media w/o profit, would you?? so maybe if you browse pinterest or google images for pictures without finding the original source, you’re using images that you’re not allowed to use without realizing it.

you see it on here a lot especially in (i won’t link anything but i’m sure you know what i mean) those album track ‘aesthetics’ posts, au ‘aesthetic’ posts (you see these less in kpop, but where people use non-royalty free images to kinda craft a visual au), and even just rather typical graphics that have a lot of ‘texture’ elements. and texture packs too!! that’s often where the problem starts; people just collect images (often literal art), compile them in a folder w/o sources, then insist no one can repost those images w/o crediting the person who compiled them. what???

SO may i suggest some of my fave places you can get FREE, ROYALTY-FREE elements that are totally legal to use

creativemarket has 6 free high-quality resources (textures, brushes, fonts, etc), different every week! wow awesome i check it every week

search ‘freebie’ on behance. awesome stuff!!! lots of v nice templates textures and fonts

mockup zone freebies

unsplash: tons of very nice free photographs, not shitty stock photos

pexels: same idea. + they have an adobe plugin so you can get photos without closing your editor damn nice

pixelsquid is a super cool free program (again w a ps plugin that i love) with lottts of super cool hq 3d elements!

as to not make this too long: spoongraphics, lostandtaken (textures galore), pixeden, freebiesbug.

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cirrus, at the moment our last session ended. now it’s my turn to DM, and cirrus will be separated from the party for a while…

here he’s refusing to be either captured or killed by an inter-planar demon whose domain the party is in– the rest of the party just walked through one of his portal gates, but the demon tried to trap Cirrus to use him to power the devices he uses to travel between the planes.

cirrus will cut off the rest of his arm as a sacrifice to his patron to help him escape, but in the process, accidentally tear the gateway the party went in into a rip between the planes, which the party then gets pulled into, and they fall into a dimension closed off from the rest of the planes, one which had never known of other realms until four magical idiots fell through a vortex in the sky.

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genuinely makes me sad how many if you tag your own posts with iterations of “shut up me” why are y'all being mean to yourselves for no damn reason. confidence starts as a performance how are you gonna start loving yourself if you can’t even allow yourself to make rambling posts on your personal blog on tumblr dot com

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I don't think some people understand that true joy in any relationship (romantic or whatever the fuck I have going on) is when you say or share a thing that makes your partner sigh and then stare off in the middle distance as they regret ever having met you

And I can hear some of you saying that's some heterosexual nonsense but NO

NO

This is UNIVERSAL

And it's not genuine hate or regret at like being with you. They still love you and shit it's just you said or sent them something SO CURSED that they just are filled with Regret

And then you cackle like the horrible little gremlin you are and scuttle off to find more things so you can respond to their eventual retaliation

And that is what love is

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If someone could lemme hold $10-$15 for gas that would be gr8

$heartemojie, @babiephace on Venmo, PayPal.me/13thead

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Yeah, yeah, I know being gay isn't everything there is to gay people, but how satisfying is it to see a gay person being so unabashedly gay? I love seeing gay people being free, flamboyant, VIBRANT! It makes me so happy to see lesbians unashamedly going full lumberjack, gay men donning glitter and highlighter like they're shining to the gods. I love seeing gay people being really fucking GAY because that's what they are!

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Literally who cares about if pansexuality is pwobwematic or not. The whole discourse is just cis bis and cis pans pointing fingers at each other over who's more transphobic like the answer is all cis people, beloved

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i can't believe a bunch of grown men named Josh showed up to some random park with the intention of fighting each other and then let some four year old named Josh win. there's so much hope for our society.

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Slur discourse would go so much faster if we all just agreed to not call people things they do not want to be called

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“When you get older, you notice your sheets are dirty. Sometimes, you do something about it. And sometimes, you read the front page of the newspaper and sometimes you floss and sometimes you stop biting your nails and sometimes you meet a friend for lunch. You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, 5 years ago. You remember your umbrella, you check up on people to see if they got home, you leave places early to go home and make toast. You stand by the toaster in your underwear and a big t-shirt, wondering if you should just turn in or watch one more hour of television. You laugh at different things. You stop laughing at other things. You think about old loves almost like they are in a museum. The socks, you notice, aren’t organized into pairs and you mentally make a note of it. You cover your mouth when you sneeze, reaching for the box of tissues you bought, contains aloe. When you get older, you try toner, you experiment with trousers, you experiment with real sexy outfits, you experiment with pin curls and darker hair and orange-toned red lipstick and you date people that look good on paper. You kiss them in public and feel only a little self-conscious. You never like them, although sometimes you really do. you think about safe sex and sometimes, kids. You think about plants, maybe succulents, or maybe even a cat? When you get older, you try different shampoos. You find one you like. You try sleeping early and spin class and jogging again. You try a book you almost read but couldn’t finish. You wrap yourself in the blankets of: familiar t-shirts, caffe au lait, dim tv light, texts with old friends or new people you really want to like and love you. You lose contact with friends from college, and only sometimes you think about it. When you do, it feels bad and almost bitter. You lose people, and when other people bring them up, you almost pretend like you know what they are doing. You try to stop touching your face and become invested in things like expensive salads and trying parsnips and saving up for a vacation you really want. You keep a spare pen in a drawer. You look at old pictures of yourself and they feel foreign and misleading. You forget things like: purchasing stamps, buying more butter, putting lotion on your elbows, calling your mother back. You learn things like balance: checkbooks, social life, work life, time to work out and time to enjoy yourself. When you get older, you find things like rejection hurt less and things like nostalgia hurt more. You watch people do things you want to do, and then you do some of those things too. Things start to feel like pins on a map. You watch landmarks pass and almost note them. You eat a taco from a food truck and be careful to dab the corners of your mouth with a napkin. You smooth your shirt down. You think about details, the details of how clean the beer cup is, how you need to put the dishes away, how she smells like a perfume you wore and how his teeth are perfect and aligned. You feel a little less downtrodden by things like routine and security and a little more appreciative of things like doing nothing, finding a friend, stretching on a big couch. You hear old songs and only sometimes do they gut you. You think about your future almost always, in both a thrilling way and a very very panicked way. When you get older, you find yourself more in control. You find your convictions appealing, you find you like your body more, you learn to take things in stride. You begin to crave respect and comfort and adventure, all at the same time. You lay in your bed, fearing death, just like you did.You pull lint off your shirt. You smile less and feel content more. You think about changing and then often, you do. When you get older, you barely notice it at all. Then, you are sitting somewhere you’ve been before, staring at the nothingness of the sky, and you feel the wind moving away from you, fast and almost impossible to catch.”

— When You Get Older, thefrenemy (via themindmovement)

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im easily distracted

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as funny as top/bottom/switch jokes can be, i wanna drill into queer kids heads that those terms are 1) not myers-briggs personality types 2) likely not something you know about yourself if you're a virgin 3) inherently sexual and therefore 4) not something adults should assign you, even as a joke