I’m back babiesss! With a fryday post and a small BrolyxCheelai thingy!
I’ve been sick and I’m also mentally preparing for episode 3 of Game of Thrones S8, so I need some cute silly stuff to balance the horrors ahead *__*
I have more VegeBul comics and stuff on the way, and I’ll be answering all the pms and questions this week-end, sorry for the wait :D
THEY WERE JUST MEANT TO BE
garrus: shepard died so i'm gonna go to omega and become a vigilante mercenary
liara: why
garrus: she's pretty much 85% of my impulse control
Thank @garrus for suggest this cute story. I finally draw it ! Short comic based on this post I’m wondering what thought Shep has in her mind right now.
Making a Villain Richard III by William Shakespeare Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo Tangled (2010) screenplay by Dan Fogelman No Good Deed (from Wicked the Musical) by Stephen Schwartz Untitled Poetry by Stephanie Bennett-Henry mad woman by Taylor Swift
Me: I really need to sleep, I have an 8 am class
Me: *lies still for about five seconds*
Me: ok but smut *goes to the internet *
I’m a professional angst writer now
Bonus:
Garrus: Inappropriate dick jokes running faster than Udina and the truth. Gives you over-modded sniper rifles as tokens of affection. Ongoing contest with Tiny Girlfriend™ to see who can cause the most carnage.
Jaal: Sweetness of Breath, Darling One, Temptress of My Heart. Your skin is so sOFT, introducing prime space wife to the mOTHER, fuck-you-by-a-waterfall, thirsting like a dying man in a desert, literal alien tomcat, Ryder cOme b,ACk I am pLANNING oUR WEDDINg lETs FUCK aGAIN EVERY DAY AlL dAY my TruE mOTHER waNTS GRANDKIDS-
- Britney for making fun of her when she had her breakdown
- Monica Lewinski for judging her when she was a 22year old temp sexually assaulted by the most powerful man in the world
- Ke$ha for ever thinking she was trashy when all she wanted to do was make party music
- Kristen Stewart for ever thinking she was dumb when she’s actually one of the coolest people ever
- Megan Fox for ever thinking she was just a slut when actually she was an actress being harassed by her employer.
- Hating all the women who made a career out of having a hot body. Being is shape is hard, beauty is a weapon and auto promotion is hard work.
- All the Mary-Sues, who exist because young girls everywhere want to be part of a story they love so much
- All the female characters I ever snobbed because they got in the way of my ship.
- Hating the color pink during my teenage years, when it’s actually a lovely color and what I resented was society’s pressure to perform femininity.
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help”. I just don’t like how it sounds. When someone says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide, I have a plan; I just need a reason not to do it”. The last thing I see is helplessness. I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic and a failure. For so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope. But still, here you are. You’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said “hey! Staying alive is really hard right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!” How is that helpless? I think it’s incredible. You’re like a marine, trapped for years behind enemy lines, your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders. And you’re still just going “give me a stick. I’m not dying out here”. “A cry for help” make it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species. With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety. All I’m doing is handing out sticks. You’re the one staying alive.
From a poster in a therapists waiting room (via darkkiss0fdeath)