#Especially if I'm not wearing my glasses

[softiedingo]

HIS FUCKING SIDE PROFILE!!!!!!!!!!

[cozylittleartblog]

my ACEN tip gimmick has been fulfilled, aaand i got a little carried away with it. I haven't had time to draw for myself (or at all, really??) in like two weeks, i needed to Doodle and Have Fun. ... also, i did not think he would get so many donuts. people understand the value of giving treats to fictional characters :) its what he deserves

also shoutout to snazzyskeletons who had the same Tip Theme i did. we took pictures with our tip jars together. they are adorable v

i'm glad their vash got some donut money too :) 🍩 please check them out if you want some cute trigun stuff

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Welp I have some incredibly kind mutuals so I went and finished(?) that Nicky sketch from the other day lol. :] Mostly the same but I gave him some silly little tattoos and bling (and sweatpants- I can't draw clothes for the life of me but he deserves to be cozy lol)

Also bonus repost of an old Taylor doodle lmao ignore the eraser marks pleeease

[arctic-hands]

I still think it's stupidly funny that a year and a half after getting vision-saving brain surgery I get diagnosed with pretty significant astigmatism and need glasses

[willowser]

willow have u ever seen the movie ‘13 going on 30?’ bc i just rewatched it last night and it gave me nerd bakugou brainrot 😩😩

like he’s your neighbor and he’s in love with you but you’re just…. your head is in the clouds and you can’t see what’s right in front of you 🥺 and something brings you crashing down, and you wish yourself into an alternate future, where all the hard, embarrassing teenage years are far behind you and you got everything you thought you wanted.

but— in those skipped-over years, you’d left katsuki behind 🥺 traded movie nights and dnd campaigns with him for parties with the in crowd. it’s funny— the more people see you,, the less you he sees. he barely recognizes you, but it doesn’t stop him from watching from afar. catching glimpses of you through the windows still makes his heart race; watching you get picked up for a date by the goddamn golden boy makes it ache.

going to college is a relief. he’s almost managed to forget about you (except for the occasional comment from his mother that sting less and less as the years pass) until you show up at his doorstep, confused and panicked and calling him by the kiddie nickname he hasn’t heard since you stopped speaking in seventh grade. he has half the mind to take you to the hospital, get you checked for a concussion or retrograde amnesia.

meanwhile… you’re realizing all the things you’ve been longing for aren’t right for you. and chasing after them will condemn you to a life of being lonely and disingenuous. you don’t need to be liked by everyone—you need to be loved by one person. now you just have to find a way to fix it 🥺🥺

🥺🥺🥺

[icewindandboringhorror]

Various recent pictures of things

[vargaslovinghours]

In case it was ever a question

[moonfromearth]

🌈 Happy Pride, everyone! 🏳️‍🌈

A (very late) post to celebrate Pride Month featuring one of my favorite groups of characters! I still have a lot of work to do on them, though, but eventually they'll have their own story 😅

I hope that everyone is having a great month! Whether you're out or still figure things out I hope that you enjoy all the love going around.

[xceanlynx]

No lasik for me 🤓

[bispacecadet]

I'm having a repeat of the "wait tree leaves are supposed to be clearly visible?" experience from when I first got my glasses in the form of "wait text on screen and signs at night aren't supposed to have that weird distortion?" today

[transingthoseformers]

Nahh but it was a task to drag Megatron to the medbay in order to try welding the glasses on after he nearly caused Starscream to blow her aft up.

Oh it was a slapdash weld so all it needs is the riggghhht circumstances to break the weld

[rancidarling]

oh good lord what am i even doing

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Day 320, pout has shade! Also tweaked the mouth on Confused because it's been super dinky tiny and bugging me. It's better now n_n

One more row and then I get to go back to the poses I didn't like enough to ink and try to get something better with them! Woop woop! *\o/*

[telltalesketch]

I cut my hair on an impulse because I wanted curly, fluffy, 1890s bangs.

It's giving Evie from the Mummy vibes and I'm not at all mad about it.

[flufflecat]

I just need you all to see my new outfit

[queer-ecopunk]

So, I'm trans. And several years ago, I was at my great grandfather's funeral. 17, newly on T, barely out to anyone other than my close friends and family. And I'm standing there at the refreshment's table, surrounded by strangers and members of my family's church, when George walks up to me.

This man is ancient, bent like a finger and frail. Tufts of white hair surround his wrinkled face. Like always, he's wearing thick glasses, massive hearing aids, and his veteran's hat. George was my first introduction to the concept of war, when he told me as a child why he was missing two fingers on his hand. He's been a fixture at church since I can remember. I've only ever seen him at there or in uniform at parades, the rest of his time spent in a nursing home somewhere. He picks up a deviled egg and says, in his quiet voice,

"You know, before your grandfather died, he told me that now he had 3 grandsons."

I'm frozen in place. I don't know what to say to that, if I should say anything at all. This is not a conversation I expected to have, especially not with this man. But he continues.

"I didn't know what he meant! So he explained it to me."

And I can imagine it. My great grandfather, uninformed and opinionated but supportive, explaining to his friend the news he barely understood himself over after-service coffee and cookies. His eldest grandchild was now a boy.

"And, you know, I didn't know what to think."

Here, George looks me up and down. This 90-something year old war veteran, who knew me mostly as the little girl playing in the church kitchen with his wife, processing what my great grandfather had really meant. It feels like a long pause, even thought it probably passed in a second.

"But you look good. So, eh!"

And then he smiled, shrugged, and walked away without another word. If I was fine, if I was happier, then that's all that mattered.

George passed away this week, at the age of 99. This memory has been bouncing around in my head for a while, but I wasn't sure if or how I should share it. It was a conversation that meant very little, but also meant the world. It was scary, and funny, and the moment when I realized that sometimes the people you least expect will accept you. Sometimes, even if they don't fully understand, even if they barely know you, someone will choose to support you. And that will always matter.