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Avatar won May’s fanart poll on my Patreon! Back when I started digital art it was basically the only thing I drew, so it was a lot of fun to return to it and see how much I’ve improved!
dbh stuff from twi
Sweet like a strawberry.
My Favorite (Fictional) Netflix Series: BioShock
In 1960 in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, Jack, the sole survivor of a plane crash, discovers the entrance to a hidden underwater city. Finding himself trapped in this alien world, he has no choice but to fight for his survival.
pics that make you go >:]
me talking to myself in the back room at work
2012 | 2018
You never gonna have a better chance. At what? Redemption.
I’m alone again before the altar
Shedding all my old regrets
The last of which I’ll tell you now
As it flies down the sink
I never knew a part of you
You didn’t set in ink, in ink
The letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Your blood’s between the pages
And I can’t stand to see you bleed
I’ve had this post saved in my drafts for a week because there were Things I Wanted To Say about it, and of course those things have now flown the coop, so instead I’ll just point out the things I love, which are mostly everything.
Just look at the narrative in all the details here. The labels on the boxes, the stickers on the notebooks, the “sex tapes (just kidding)” box, an entire box of Obama posters, the sword and the sord. Is that box labeled “humility box” full of Oscars? And are those two letters on top in the fanmail box written in a very distinctive purple and green? And then you have the stacks and stacks of printed-out chatlogs more like why don’t you just tear out my heart and stomp on it.
Oh, Dirk, loneliest kid of all the lonely kids. (I love the way you draw him — big feet, big hands, like he’s not yet grown into himself — and I still say you draw the best noses anywhere.) And guardian-Dave, present by his absence. I know that feeling, wanting to put someone back together from their scraps. Glimpses that get less clear the more you try to focus on them, like the photograph or song or smell that trips your memory and then eludes you.
I’m just going to reblog this for the nice words Lily left here. It’s always wonderful to hear what she has to say and if anyone hasn’t checked out her fics, you definitely should!
I’m not crying you’re crying
an eye for an eye
Jade plays Second Life
mean girls! azula’s gang!
a print I did for a local convention here in my city, heh
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRAB
trumpet boy meme을 홈스턱 버전으로 그려봄 :>