Who knew that a braindead billionaire would be the reason why I start frequenting Tumblr again.
Strange times.
Been debating on throwing some of my stories and stuff up here, mostly because I want to branch out from just FictionPress and WattPad.
Hell, I might even go start up a new DeviantArt account. It would make sifting through the crap a lot easier than using my old one.
Oh right, I have one of these.
I started painting minis towards the beginning of 2019. Despite issues with my depression and anxiety (and the hell that is work), I was able to hammer out these pieces.
All minis and paints used are from Reaper.
Writing fan fiction after eight or so years of not writing fan fiction is straight-up bizarre.
Like, I’ve done nothing but original projects for so long that it’s weird doing something with a world that already has the building blocks for you to work with. Whereas with original stories you have to buy the wood, cut them down, smooth them out, and then use them to build the world.
Not gonna lie, though. It was a refreshing change of pace.
I’ve not been in a great place recently.
Between stressful work and family issues, depressive episodes, and someone essentially taking my heart and stamping on it right in front of me, I don’t even know what to do anymore.
“Don’t you have medication? A support system?”
No and no. I don’t have the time or money to invest in treatment. Hell, I’m pretty sure the doctor would want me to stay out of work until I’m stable enough to handle the stress, which would prompt my work to go “Eh, fuck ‘em. He’s fired now.” And what few friends I have either never talk to me (even if I am the one messaging them), have too much on their plate to really help, or simply don’t care. My own family is no help. I’m effectively on a raft at sea with no sail, paddle, or wind.
That’s not even mentioning the lack of interest in all of my favorite activities. I used to write and draw whenever I had the time, but that went away after I started dealing with repeated issues. I used to love reading and listening to my music. Now I feel like I’m wasting time. Then I feel like there’s nothing to do, despite there being a mountain of stuff there in front of me.
I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore.
Her name is Kiki
I was gonna say “Why not Gigi??” but then I remembered Gigi is a male.
(via thebestoftumbling)
This is comedy gold and I thought you should all watch it again and again and again.
Play this at my funeral seventy times
For FUCKS SAKE, GAVIN.
(via thebestoftumbling)
Literally the only kids of people I’ve seen bitch about my self-insert works are those who say “this art would have been REALLY cool if ONLY you didn’t put your stupid OC in it” which is like. How entitled can you be. Binch u think I became passionate about art and worked hard to get good at it for YOUR sake? My art is mine and mine alone and solely used for my personal expression and catharsis. Kindly take a hike.
Besides, if OCs scare you off so badly in an otherwise decent piece if work, then you’re probably still stuck in a mid-2000s DeviantArt mentality.