*nods* That Is America’s Ass.

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

dude.... they are taking vld out of netflix :/

have I rewtched it since 2018? not really, but i reference it often, and the wave of new fans from time to time was always refreshing.

Ahh yes. My two ghost boys. Real talk, though, this is the first time I’ve drawn Sal, and I think he turned out well.

Peek Danny’s compression shirt/binder ‘cus my personal head cannon is that Mr. Fenton is a proud trans man.

I should have the digital colored version up in a few days, so be on the lookout for that on my YouTube channel.

Calling all artists!

If your commissions are open and you do draw OC’s, please reblog this post! 

If you are not an artist but know of one, please reblog this and tag them or just mention their url in the tags! 

And hey, even just reblogging helps! I will be keeping a comprehensive list of artists who can be commissioned to draw characters/OC’s on the blog!

Every person need to be taught disability history

Not the “oh Einstein was probably autistic” or the sanitized Helen Keller story. but this history disabled people have made and has been made for us.

Teach them about Carrie Buck, who was sterilized against her will, sued in 1927, and lost because “Three generations of imbeciles [were] enough.”

Teach them about Judith Heumann and her associates, who in 1977, held the longest sit in a government building for the enactment of 504 protection passed three years earlier.

Teach them about all the Baby Does, newborns in 1980s who were born disabled and who doctors left to die without treatment, who’s deaths lead to the passing of The Baby Doe amendment to the child abuse law in 1984.

Teach them about the deaf students at Gallaudet University, a liberal arts school for the deaf, who in 1988, protested the appointment of yet another hearing president and successfully elected I. King Jordan as their first deaf president.

Teach them about Jim Sinclair, who at the 1993 international Autism Conference stood and said “don’t mourn for us. We are alive. We are real. And we’re here waiting for you.”

Teach about the disability activists who laid down in front of buses for accessible transit in 1978, crawled up the steps of congress in 1990 for the ADA, and fight against police brutality, poverty, restricted access to medical care, and abuse today.

Teach about us.

@danphanwritingprompts Hope you like it! Not sure how old this prompt is, but I really liked it, so I made this out of it. I know it is short.

The first time Danny had been called Inviso-Bill, it was during the Freakshow incident. It didn’t cross Danny’s mind at the time, other things going on, but later, in bed he realized what he had been called. He shrugged it off, knowing it would probably stick. Oh how wrong Danny was.

“-and in other news, town hero Inviso-Bill saved the people inside of the local shopping center from a ghost-”

“Inviso-Bill saved a school bus with children on it today, sparking-”

“-the question still remains. Can we really trust this Inviso-Bill? More news at 6.”

Danny kept flipping channel after channel of news, his two friends sitting on the couch. They had all realized that the stupid, corny pun had stuck much longer than what Danny had hoped for.

“I don’t get why they keep calling me this. I am making an obvious statement of what my name is every time they call me it in public, whether it be police of bystanders, or people in trouble. It just keeps sticking.” Danny dropped the remote onto the couch, and plopped down besides his friend.

“Cheer up, Danny. Sooner or later, the name has to dial down. The name will lose it’s joy, and everybody will go back to their old lives living in the mock that is society,” Sam comments, patting him on the shoulder. Tucker, who was on his iPhone, did not comment.

“I just wonder who came up with that stupid name in the first place. Not even I would come up with a pun that bad.” Danny shrugged, ready to just watch some TV, when Tucker jolted from his spot, alerting the other two teens.

“Well, call me Desiree and let my wish be your command. I think I found out who started the Inviso-Bill name.” Danny perked up.

“Who?” He would have to kill whoever started that trend. Or just have a ‘chat’. A smirk covered Tuckers face.

“Only a fruit-loop would come up with a name like that. And a fruit-loop he is.” Vlad. Tucker showed Danny and Sam a tweet, made by Vlad Masters, stating

People have been talking about this ghostly superhero with no name, which is such a bother. I have decided to come up with a name for it. It shall, from this day, be called Inviso-Bill. A play on words, for it can turn invisible.

Danny read the tweet, than read it again. There were hundreds of comments and retweets, and was posted long before any of the other tweets about him. This was the spark of that name.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

~

Miles away, in an old castle in the middle of Madison, Wisconsin, a sense of gratitude washed over an older halfa. A sense of gratitude and impenetrable doom. Curious.

Danny realizes that Vlad was behind one of the worst schemes ever. That he was the one who caused that horrific monstrosity, the thing that made him cringe the most when Amity Park talked to Danny Phantom. Vlad was the one who coined the name Inviso-Bill.

Don’t read, just getting something off my chest

Sometimes, I just feel like screaming. Like, if can feel something sitting in the center of my chest, something heavy, but it never rises up of falls down.

Sometimes, I just feel like crying. I can feel the sob in my throat, and the tears starting to burn the back of my eyes. But I never do, because it always goes away.

I never tell anyone what I am thinking, what I am feeling, because it has become something that I see as whining in my eyes. These things that I feel come randomly and sporadically, so I don’t see it as something to fear.

But when I read these posts and stories, something that I bond myself with, and they talk about things that happen to be what I think/say/do, I find it harder and harder to keep these things in. There are barricades that are built in my head like the Great Wall, but they seem to be crumbling down one day at a time...and I’m scared about what will happen next.

I don’t know who to talk to; don’t know if anyone will even care, or say that I’m just being dramatic, or ‘It’s just a face because you’re young!’

Drawing has helped me, but not enough. Screwing over my sleep scedual to fall asleep at midnight is fucking with me, and school has started become just another burden, another weight on my back, and stress ha become something more than just something every once in a while. It’s alway with me, to the point where I am starting to get nervous tics every time I talk.

I don’t know... just gotta pull through I guess.

Day 5 of 6: Luz

I don’t think I’m completely satisfied with Luz, to be honest. The jackets opening is to wide, and the ‘e’ patch looks funny, but I think that if I would have tried to continue, I would have never been finished. I think that’s a good lesson to learn, when to call it quits and give people what you have.

But off of that subject, the final part, which is everything besides the kids, should be done either tomorrow or the next day, and then I will post the reveal of the full picture when I release the Speed-paint on my YouTube. I’m just evil like that.

But, I will be releasing something it the timeframe between the final part to this, and the speed-paint on YouTube. Something that has… a Scarlet energy to it.

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Just like the post canon homestuck photos..