good thing I don't have any problems!

corn enjoyers dni | tadc sideblog | that rabbit is a woman! | 27 | any pronouns | main: @lucky-aces

[littlevioletart]

love you Ragatha

Hiii, I’m finally free from exams ✌️

[kuropin]

Jax and Kinger

[koobiie]

circus ladies

[lascadasdesenho]

whatever

[cloroxcasserole]

I drew her in pink diamond’s outfit before so it only made sense

[radiophxbia]

my awesome unstable daughter and the army of stuffed animals that do her evil bidding for her

[crowthefox9000]

the frog ever (i am so ready for the episode JUST SIX HOURS)

[chupopun]

feeling cute

[cubezart]

finale got me good

[incorrectpasswordip]

in another life

[abartistbanana]

I suddenly felt compelled to draw femme jax isnt she lovely

[cedarciding]

girl talkkkkkkkk

[lowerfish96]

Ribbit and Hollyleaf, they're like, besties, u know? (delusional)

[crittercatxd]

Transfem Jax!!

[itskebb]

. TADC SPOILERS .

!! EYESTRAIN WARNING !!

‘wearing it “ironically” huh?’

Hiii!! Look at what I made!!! This took 3 days and I’m really proud of it

[jay200245]

[fny1]

like imagine you’re 22 and you’re homeless after having a traumatizing blowout fight with your mother in which she invalidated your core identity after treating you like shit for years. and then all of a sudden you’re stuck in a digital world with no way out. you’re scared and unwilling to trust, but you slowly start to make friends. eventually you are seen as your real self for the first time by your best friend and it means the world to you but due to some unfortunate timing you have a trauma reaction and withdraw to the point you hurt them very badly. and then you just have to what? keep living? you’re miserable and traumatized and all your former friends hate you for the way you’re desperately trying not to get hurt again.

then one day you meet someone new and start to open up a little. it’s not a perfect process and you make mistakes but you’re there, you’re engaging, and then you get scared again and push her away. but even after your big blowout fight you keep trying. you help her even when you feel like shit, you make promises to be there later and keep them. everything gets worse but you keep trying. then one day you try to reach out to her (and fail to effectively communicate, because that’s how trauma works and you are terrified of being authentic with others) and for some reason, despite knowing you well and knowing how you communicate, she doesn’t understand how big of a deal you struggling to ask for help is and doesn’t engage.

and you’re supposed to what? keep living?