Currently, My Fucking Notes App. I Trust Nothing Else.

Me coming to terms with the fact that I need to wake up and get my ass outta bed in the morning

MERLIN (2008 - 2012) Arthur Pendragon ▶ Season 5, Episode 11: “The Drawing of the Dark”

And food! They eat each other too. :)

My body is already an inhospitable environment, there’s no way a friggin baby would be able to survive in it

I found my first grey hair bro.

My eye has been twitching nonstop for weeks at this point, it comes down over spring break, but it came back the minute I thought about this fuck ass class.

I’m only twenty one.

It’s too late for me. Save yourselves.

(I’m not passing that class this teacher is ASS LMFAO)

Bro this sinus infection is kicking my ass.

So is Chem II but we’re not going to talk about my shit professor driving me up the wall when I sound like a prepubescent boy with the amount of croaking and voice cracks I’m having.

Gods pray for me. I don’t know how imma get through this semester but I will somehow make it work in my favor in the end. Somehow.

Goddamnit capcom just make these fuckers kiss and get married and go make babies already this is so fucking gay on its own and the fact that they’re NOT SOMEHOW CANNON IS KILLING ME.

Started redrawing these two pages from the vol. 2 Ace Attorney Casebook manga back in June and kinda left it on the back burner for a while. Finally finished it! This was fun! And I think it turned out nice, although there are changes I’d make if I did it again. There are so many more moments from the manga I want to draw, but probably not to this extent

(Here’s the OG manga pages. Apologies that the pictures aren’t the clearest. Had to hold my copy open with one hand and take a pic with the other)

Bro…. Just… fucken… let people draw what they want. And draw it well.

The only thing I don’t see on this list is a fucking still-life of fruit. Don’t draw anything, actually, that you find beautiful and wish to commit to memory. Find something that hasn’t (??? Everything is iterations on other things and therefore that point is effectively moot???) been drawn before and draw, I guess.

Let me just fucken reinvent the wheel or somethin idfk

have i ever shown you guys my professor’s DNI list

Yes????? Obviously?????

Hey so what if I have an idea for a crack fic involving a team up magic-show-musical-performance with Trucy & Klavier and Phoenix as an onstage assistant.

And Miles there to see.

And possibly some angst/hurt/comfort with Dadd Phoenix

Anyone interested because I’m possibly writing it anyway

Go see a doctor if you can, you’re like one of my favorite artists.

I would be very upset if you couldn’t draw because of this, and I’m sure you’d be too. Go get that looked at if you haven’t already, pain traveling is not a good sign. Hoping you’re alright peri. :( keep us posted friend.

Hello everyone, unfortunately it seems the problem i had in my right side is spreading, my left has started to hurt as well (arms & legs) . I am not sure what is happening, or what is going to happen.

Typing is also quite hard as you may imagine and i am writing this with my phone on a pillow in my lap because my arms don't have the strength to hold themselves.

My health isn't quite good to begin with but i never had problems like this that quite literally made me unable to function. They never concerned movement...

This pain seems quite ominous and i really hope i am overreacting and it will be solved soon, but... Yea i kept joking about this to keep it lighthearted for myself as well but i don't have it quite in me anymore.

I think it’s also worth mentioning if any of yall have had medical professionals as parents there’s like a 50% chance they were the type to say “rub some dirt in it you’re fine” when you very much WERE NOT fine. My mother was in med school for a long ass time during my childhood. I had to frequently fight and argue with her to get her to take me to see professionals, and some of that is due to her own internalized stuff. Dgmw I loved her then but I love her more now, as the woman who is actively working though unlearning these mindsets taught to her by her own abusive parents. I did love the woman who told me “I refuse to get you diagnosed and take you to a therapist, you’ll be labeled a crazy person the rest of your life and I will have failed you” when I was struggling with my PTSD, OCD, depression, and anxiety, but it was so damn strained that it hurt. I loved her, and trusted (mostly) her, but felt that I needed more help than she realized. And I did.

Some of you may be dismissing your chronic conditions as a result of a similar experience; I implore you, DONT.

Fight for a diagnosis. Doctors and nurses will dismiss you, and yes, it’s shitty, but it’s because of the huge amount of strain capitalism places on their shoulders. At the end of the day, 90% of our problems have a root cause of ✨capitalism✨, and it fucking sucks. They’re often overworked, and that’s definitely going to impact patient care no matter what someone says. That’s no excuse for their actions, or to allow yourself to give up on seeking treatment.

For example:

My brother got diagnosed with ADHD after my mom noticed he had trouble with blurting out answers and sitting still and talking way too fast when he was little.

My mom (prior to med school at the time) had to FIGHT to get me diagnosed when she realized I was struggling too, but it appeared differently than my brother’s.

It’s expensive and it takes time, and it’s frustrating as fuck, but getting the correct treatment can truly improve your lives. Don’t settle for feeling like shit and being brushed off about it. That’s letting them crush you under heel. You are worthy of getting better. Your struggle and pain is very much real, because you can feel it, and you’re trying to live with it, even they think it’s somehow “not”. No matter how long a road that is, you have a right to enjoy your life as best you can. Don’t let some doctors brush you off about that.

The effects of your chronic illnesses, whether is a chronic mental illness, or a physiological illness are NOT “all in your head”. Trust me when I speak from personal experience, you CANNOT mind over matter your way outta that shit. It will catch up with you eventually and you will be stuck trying to face that on your own when you not only can’t, but shouldn’t.

Don’t settle for feeling like shit your whole life. That’s no way to live. Don’t let people tell you what you’re experiencing when you already know it first hand. No one should be allowed to sit and suffer endlessly. That’s not right- it’s not fair- and you shouldn’t let that be your life.

YOU ARE WORTHY OF GETTING BETTER.

This just in:

Apparently people think that making art for arts sake is different from fulfilling a self-centered want, as if all humans don’t a) have inherently self centered wants because clearly anything done to continue living is not at all self centered on a base level (despite the fact that this usually means suffering to other organisms and that includes other humans), and b) that any form of creativity is done for the sole good of giving to others (which, by the way, depending on how you parse it isn’t self-sacrificial by any means either and is usually still just as self-serving) and if you have any urge to want to make art for yourself and have fun you’re apparently bad on an intrinsic level, and if you enjoy the art others make about the same subject you’re even worse, somehow.

I’m sorry, have any of these people taking a class on rhetoric or philosophy, or anything that makes them USE THEIR FUCKING BRAINS?!? Away from the online space?!???

Babes it’s time to divorce yourself from the phone and live in the world around for a moment, because these were some very nonsensical inside thoughts you’ve had just now.

just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list

Me as a bio major looking at the vast spectrum of life on earth, and face palming when humans try to put something undefinable about life itself into two tiny, restrictive boxes- and then watching as people get mad when life inevitably goes “hehe fuck your boxes I do what I want.”:

These are all that one reaction at the same time.

This is the cycle of emotions I feel as I watch other humans do and say incredibly stupid things about sex and gender like they’re experts because they half paid attention in sex Ed because there was a diagram of knockers, and the teacher said “penis” far too many times to be comfortable.