Missing An Old Favorite Recently

there is such an inherent rage in being queer. not by choice but because other people’s rage is inflicted upon you. and it’s so hard. and i’m so tired. i work twice as hard to achieve half as much decency, which should not be something i can achieve it should be given freely, and no stupid sticker will ever truly encapsulate the immense rage in me, the anger. if i play by the rules and lay down and take it, i betray myself and my community. if i stand against it, i am demonized and harassed and painted as though that is the natural state of a queer person, instead of the truth: i am a response. i am a response to every injustice that has ever been delivered to me. the whole thing is going to make me scream.

dicks out friday

dicks out friday

posting this a little early BUT i wanna know so i can post with efficiency:

again. you’ll get both. it’s a matter of how soon. also i do still have to like. finish the end of the br’aad/ugarth one but it’s long enough that i can keep a decent posting schedule for it.

smiley face. heart emoji. what have you.

sneak peek into Boombox Crimes

IS THIS WHAT YOUR FUCKING JACKET IS FROM?

AND THE AUDIENCE CALLS FOR AN ENCORE

Harry du Bois dying in a glue trap

art for the lovely @mastofthecast as part of the @jrwi-art-exchange!! i really hope you like it!!! :D <33

hey so relationship charts can be such an incredible visual metaphor for the hurdles capitalism and bigotry put on interpersonal relationships i’m discovering

the problem with trying to branch out from what i normally post of my writing is that i really wanna write for OHSHC but i wrote for that show when i was like 13 and i don’t know where those demons went but i also don’t know what i’d do if those demons were to come back.