My Spanish Teacher Gave Me A Handmade Bobble Head From Mexico :D

One of the (many) outfits I use on my skykid!

I love the shitty metaphors in this series. "Upside down magic classes" being special ed classes. The Dregg toys getting banned to mirror the time fidget toys got banned at schools bc they got too mainstream and neurodivergent kids suffered the most from it. Also the fact that the kids with "upside down magic" are just neurodivergent kids. I fucking love these books dude they're so real

I’ve come to make an announcement… shadow the hedgehog’s a butch ass mother fucker I finally caved and made a fursona. With a heavy heart I admit that I am, in fact, somewhat of a furry. YIPPEE 🙌

My fursona’s name is Swan obvi. She’s a tortoiseshell cat-swan griffin! I chose griffin because I’ve always been obsessed with them. As a kid that’s all I would draw 😂

She’s super fun to draw in my opinion so definitely expect more drawings of her! 🫶

Bonus: goofy doodles I made of cats on my biology homework

So I’ve been thinking about Sunrise on the Reaping, how it’s gonna play out. You know what would be really depressing?

Haymitch Abernathy, “first” victor from District 12. Winner of the fiftieth Hunger Games and the second Quarter Quell. A poor boy from the Seam who defeated twice the number of tributes. The unlikely champion.

He’d used the Capitol’s arena against itself. He endured extreme pain and injury. He had to witness his beloved Maysilee die right before his eyes. Watched as an ax cut through a girl’s head. Remember the countless young lives he took. The horrors that could have driven him to insanity.

After being announced as the victor and being taken from the arena, he received medical attention before having to sit through countless interviews being watched by everyone in Panem. Haymitch put on a smile, saying exactly what the Capitol wanted him to. The entire time he hid his emotions, not letting anyone see through him.

All Haymitch wanted was to go home. To see his family. He caught a glimpse of them waving and cheering as he stood before the District, but the Peacekeepers wouldn’t let him go to them. His mother, who he could always confide in. His father, who never expected him to say anything but would always listen. His siblings, who he could open up to and show his weaknesses to without being judged. His pet, because he found that being around animals was healing.

He was finally allowed to return to his little home on the edge of the Seam, facing the woods. This was where he grew up. He knew the house to be noisy and warm with fire from the coals harvested by his own father. Haymitch was impatient to step through the door and be greeted by his family, surely proud of him.

But something was different.

Silence. The house was cold, empty, and dark. There was no sign of struggle; all the furniture was standing up, but nothing seemed to be in its normal place. An uncut loaf of bread rested on the kitchen countertop. Everything was clean and perfect. Perfect, except for the lingering smell of blood. Haymitch immediately dropped his things, his victor’s crown clattering to the floor. He felt tears streaming down his face. He took a step forward.

Lying on the dining room table was an ax, and a glass vase holding a singular white rose.

Yeah I write sometimes. Haymitch is my favorite character so obviously I’m going to dump more trauma than necessary on him. It’s how I show affection 🫶

I am not exaggerating when I tell you I screamed and immediately started working on fanart when I heard Sunrise on the Reaping was coming out, I’ve been waiting for this for idfk 4 years?? Which isn’t very long but I’m quite impatient

The drawings above were made by me :D there’s the full picture, then a close up of the rose + ax and another of Haymitch. Woody did an amazing job as Haymitch but my heart belongs to the book accurate POC version of him ☺️ I suggest clicking on the images to see them better

Sorry if everything looks weird :/ I’m not used to drawing stuff like this

We are sharing some of our favourite gifs each day this month for Antifa International’s fifth anniversary. Today: Nazi monuments being destroyed after the defeat of Nazi Germany.

If you want I have a dnd character request

His name The Wolf he is a orange tabaxi that wear cowboy attire he has a puss in boots kinda look with green eye. He has a eye patch over a scar/missing eye the right one looking at him, and a single glove his right hand, left when looking. He wield a arcane focus hand cross bow, he is a draconic sorcerer and also he his a reborn with his glove covering a skeletal hand. I do have hero forge ref for a general look if needed I believe my dms are open.

Here he is!! This was so much fun to draw thank you! I’m pretty new to dnd so I’d never heard of tabaxi before but I love them?? Like??

I love The Wolf’s vibe and design so much. Hope I did a good job! Please be sure to credit me if you use this drawing for anything. Thanks!

A goofy little thing I made a while ago. I know Stone and Shadow seemed to get along in Sonic 3 but for some reason I feel like they would have some tension with each other at times lmao. Especially cause Shadow follows Gerald’s every order and Stone is a little *ahem* jealous of the doctor’s Grand Poppyseed

Some random demon comes into the hotel and mistakes Luci for Charlie’s son… I like to imagine this happens a lot

This is an old piece I found in one of my mini notebooks, I actually haven’t drawn Hazbin Hotel stuff in a while maybe I will again

I have an unhealthy obsession with giving characters ears and noses even when they don’t canonically have them