One Of The Biggest Things I Can Advocate For (in Academia, But Also Just In Life) Is To Build Credibility

I Drew a pickle Xenomorph. I think this explains their acid blood. They’re all just pickles.

still thinking about my very religious grandmother being super proud of me for being into saint michael the archangel while I'm like this because a gay book with him being lucifer's boyfriend (and I'm regularly drawing them making out)

Every few weeks I think about Lucifer in angels before man. Lovely Lucifer, curious Lucifer, hungry for life and love and experience and so so curious, almost childlike_ and I think how god didn't like how slow Lucifer was going about bringing about the end so he took matters into his own hands. I think of that kind of betrayal. I think how he was pushed into doing what he was created for, not given a choice into it, punished for it, and Michael will never know the true story, and if he does, he will never trust Lucy because his loyalties lie with god.

Then I think of Uriel with the other half of his soul in the great darkness. I think of him losing his half, having to shift his loyalties for survival and from fear_and I get very sad.

omw to eat glass

thought of Michael coming to regret what he's done and being taunted by all the iconography of him killing, hurting, casting down Lucifer everywhere he looks on Earth

reading children of dune and almost in tears at the tragedy of sibling-hood from both fronts

(we speak the same ancient languages that only we understand. we fight together as tigers and scheme against the world hand in hand. we bring out the ghosts of our past and then exorcise them from each other in the dark. we are the only bastion of empathy and understanding of each other. when we part i am in agony over my solitude but i will walk on and fight, warp fate and myself in order to return.)

(i am standing in the shadow of your long-gone presence. i haven't seen you in years but i hear your name spoken from all corners of the world and instead of a comfort it is a weapon that i must wield to stay in power. i stood in a crowd around you as a stranger when you spat at the temple of your legend and wished i would run to you and beg you to save me from myself but the fear gripped me too tight to move. you walked away and i realized i have no one left who will love me.)

I drew cats from stardew valley :D

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Dorian Gray

i missed MMs 3 year anniversary...........

here's the spontaneous illustration i did in a couple of sittings cause i wanted to paint a spooky thing with a background lol

Saint Malthus | Our Lady of Sorrows

Hilda Furacão (1998)

you can’t be anti-immigration and helpol. you just cant. xenia is such an integral part of this religion. good will. hospitality. kindness to strangers. being anti-immigration goes against all that. if you’re helpol and anti-immigration do better.