Me: *reading SentryAgent fanfiction to silence the voices in my head for a little bit*
The SentryAgent fanfic: *makes John reflect everything the voices are saying in my head*
Me: Well, that backfired quickly
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Me: *reading SentryAgent fanfiction to silence the voices in my head for a little bit*
The SentryAgent fanfic: *makes John reflect everything the voices are saying in my head*
Me: Well, that backfired quickly
Trans masc Julian Bashir
Save me
Save me, trans masc Julian Bashir
Me: I'll draw some Sundrop & Moondrop with Yarnaby. Maybe that'll come out right
The drawing in question:
Look at this tiny piece of trash
A little something I saw on reddit the other day
Man being told I basically got fired cuz I'm too stupid to do my job right and that I have no skill for nothing messed me more than I already was. Like I already had the idea of that being my reality, you didn't have to confirm it, dude
I wrote my note
Every day I feel like dying
Sometimes I feel fine
Most days I feel like maybe I should end it all
Other days I feel mischievous
But there's these days where all I can think about is Laika. How she trusted us. How we betrayed her and how she's still out there. It's in those days in which all I can feel is my veins being filled by burning rage and I remember I need to live fueld by the murderous hate and spite I feel
Some days I want blood
Anyways