The Angst Zone @sheep-sorbet - Tumblr Blog

ABOUT THE ARTIST

im sheepy! im 26

he/they

im gay/queer and like to draw sad boys

main interests are pokémon, kingdom hearts, twewy, vocaloid, kipo, promare, omori, link click, and animation in general, along w lots of other stuff. if i try and list it all out we'll be here all day

filipino american, im unfortunately only fluent in english but i've been working on learning tagalog. if you have any tips or want to help me practice that'd be cool c':

quick DNI: terfs, transmeds, racists + zionists, and people who enjoy adult/minor ships can all light on fire thx. i don't hesitate to block people like that.

MY SHOP IS HERE! this is the best way to support me! i make art and merch with my friends, check it out :3

my kofi is here, if you feel like being kind. my username is the same on all platforms but i don't have facebook or instagram

the content on this blog is generally sfw, blood or nudity is rare and will be tagged. i try to tag common triggers as well.

my talking tag is #sheep speak and anything that doesn't contain my art is tagged #not art, lately i have been tagging other people's art as #art by op. feel free to blacklist those if you only want to see my art posts. I AM BAD AT TAGGING THESE LATELY DO NOT TRUST ME. but i try to stay on top of tagging common triggers

my inbox is always open, and anon is on! all i ask is for you to be respectful, and to please not vent to me/ask me for serious life advice, because i genuinely don't feel like i'm qualified to do that and it stresses me out.

i think that's all for now? okay bye, be safe everyone

#sheep speak #not art #info

sanitizarium

my little collection of freaks on the class whiteboard from today Btw

sheep-sorbet

really feeling like this tonight

sheep-sorbet

really feeling like this tonight

#sheep speak

evilresidentz

single mother

#art by op

i simply can not comprehend the lives of people who do not recreationally listen to music. like why not

#sheep speak #idk it just baffles me. no hate just confusion #like why not. bwa? you don't like sounds???

honestly, the aspec community owes so much to Yasmin Benoit, and it's incredibly frustrating that so many people act like we have no one loudly advocating for us / that our voices are entirely unheard just because they're uncomfortable with the fact that, currently, a black person is the face of our community on a larger scale. especially frustrating since, as always, white people have benefited the most from her work.

and yes, i do mean the broader aspec community, not just the asexual community. While a large portion of her activism is for asexual awareness and inclusion, she is aroace and has spoken quite a bit about what it's like to be aromantic as well.

#sheep speak #personally i owe everything to her because seeing her dress the way she does #really helped me feel better about dressing how i want to #and helped me unlearn the idea that dressing nice / 'sexy' = sexual availability ESPECIALLY as an asian person #asexual #aromantic #i know this is my funny art space but art is inherently political so idk what you expected #anyway

zexyscheme-deactivated20251126

Pov: you are an unannounced guest or perhaps an Unversed

gentianghost

daily affirmations:

clocks don't mean anything

time doesn't exist

calendars are fake

time isn't real it can't hurt me

batbetbitbotbut

"""daily""" affirmations?... sounds a lot like a time believer to me

gentianghost

you know what. you got me there. I don't have a comeback for this I think I'm legally obliged to pay you a settlement

stitchposts

#................................................lu guang and qiao ling #to me

kurapikas-fucking-pissed

sorry to ask, but does anyone wanna help me feed my dog? his food is nearly $7 per can and we just ran out. we can't feed him any cheaper because of his allergies, it has to be his prescription food.

kurapikas-fucking-pissed

him face

kurapikas-fucking-pissed

sorry, but i don't have work again until the 28th. please?

#rbing this here too #sorry but things are pretty rough for us rn

nitewrighter

Couple + Sibling/relative third wheel is honestly an S-tier trio dynamic and I wish we saw more of this in media.

"You are my soulmate. We are forged together by battle and tears and love. Also my brother's coming along."

"Yo."

nitewrighter

Bonus points if the non-related half of the couple is just as committed to keeping the third wheel around as the related half.

"Isn't it weird that your brother in law is always hanging around?"

"You've got a problem with Andrew?"

nitewrighter

I'm realizing just now this is Han, Leia, and Luke.

#this is so much of why i fucking love link click #doomed yaoi and also qiao ling is there #she comes and goes as she pleases. she will bully both of them. but fuck you fuck you fuck you if you try and hurt either of her boys #that's her BROTHER (chosen which makes it better) and her FRIEND #and lu guang and cheng xiaoshi would kill and die for her in turn and probably in that order #i love them all so much they're so stupid

elfchewtoy

in a world where a prominent branch of anti-trans activism focuses on fearmongering about "parents' rights," trans rights and youth rights become inextricable.

trans kids deserve to be called the right pronouns and the right name by schools and doctor's offices, regardless of "parental consent." trans kids deserve to undergo the right puberty at the same time as their cis peers, regardless of "parental consent."

the very concept of "parents' rights" is a smokescreen that enables the abuse and dehumanization of children by adults. this is bad for cis kids, too.

floodpool

I am very much trans, but I was also a sickly child. I won’t get into all the details but for example I have moderate severity asthma. At this point in my life I need to take medication twice every day for my asthma in order to breathe as well as someone who doesn’t have asthma. If I do not do this my blood oxygen level is around 90%-92% depending on the season and the air quality. This is comparable to someone who has COPD and might be at least part time on oxygen.

I was never treated for my asthma until I was almost an adult. The inciting event is that I was seventeen I got sick. Like. I caught a cold and then the flu and then another cold and so on. I was sick for something like four consecutive months. Just coughing, sneezing, achy, fatigued, and my throat was so sore I could barely talk. For four months. And then one day I had an asthma attack. It was bad. I couldn’t stand without almost blacking out. Even sitting down I couldn’t breathe and talk at the same time. Between breaks where I was gasping for breath, I explained to my mom what was happening to me. That I needed to go to the hospital. I needed to see someone NOW. It wasn’t something she could put off anymore, it was urgent. I was seventeen and suffocating in my own body, legitimately afraid I would die and too oxygen deprived to help myself. She said no. I threatened to call the ambulance myself. She grabbed my cellphone out of my hand. She told me I was making it up and that the doctor wouldn’t help. I would still have to drive myself to school and I needed to stop complaining.

It took me telling her that I had already informed multiple friends and they were threatening to both call an ambulance and report her to CPS for her to cave, and the entire time she was disparaging and criticizing me. I saw the doctor, I was diagnosed with asthma, I was prescribed an inhaler. Then, still gasping for breath, I had to fight to be allowed to go pick up that inhaler. It cost less than $20 with the insurance I was on, and I paid for it myself. It wasn’t about money. It had never been about money. I used that inhaler and took my first clear breath in months. I got better. I wasn’t sick anymore. She never apologized.

That was one of many medical neglect induced near-death experiences I have had, and every time I hear about “parents rights” I remember how many people I had who wanted to help me and couldn’t. Teachers, friends, trusted adults in extra curriculars, and parents of friends all had to sit and watch for months as I got sicker and sicker. Had to sit with the fact that every time I disappeared from school I may not come back because they knew that even on my deathbed I would never see the inside of a hospital. All because my mother’s right to choose for her child was more important than my right to live without suffering. So I’m a bit leery of parents rights over children’s rights.