Mike Mignola, “Lost Hope”
watercolour on illustration board, 2024

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Mike Mignola, “Lost Hope”
watercolour on illustration board, 2024
~A MESSAGE TO J.K. ROWLING~
When I was young, your writing inspired me. It made me hopeful. I hyperfixated on it for years, played Harry Potter Trivial Pursuit, drew my Patronus, and infodumped on my dad for hours on end. I turned my garage into Honeydukes for my eighth birthday, and put a drawing of Moaning Myrtle in my family's bathroom. My grandma and I watched the movies together, staying up late and complaining about the fact that Peeves didn't make an appearance. I idolized you.
Then I realized I was a transgender boy.
I read about what you'd said. How we were predators and r@p1sts. How trans women were just 'men in dresses'. How there were no trans kids. I lost that spark of happiness I used to get from seeing Platform 9 3/4 pins on people's bags, from finding fanfiction on ao3, from my Snitch replica that hung from my ceiling. My Harry Potter paperbacks, well-worn from taking them everywhere, were left to gather dust on my shelf.
And now this.
I am not looking for attention. I am not trying to "let complete strangers know I don't fancy a shag." I am not pretending I'm oppressed. I AM oppressed. Yesterday, I marched with thousands of people, to fight the people like you, who ARE oppressing us, who want us to disappear. I can't believe I loved you, I wanted to be you, I trusted you. And you betrayed me. You betrayed us. I don't understand how you sleep at night, knowing what you've said.
I hope the dementors come for you next.
we all deserve an extended sentence in jailtime
everything a mess😭
Some nameless threat lurked just on the horizon of the world, waiting for the sun to sleep. The feeling gnawed at her insides like a hungry cat. There was a sense of the imminent, the remorseless, the mindless; it growled like a heat maddened panther, ready to strike at the long shadows of the dying light
so I guess us queers just never get a happy ending…..
Sorry guys!
I’ve been so busy today it’s unreal, i managed to write 5 pages of the final chapter so far, which should be with you tomorrow asap.
My brain is absolutely fried so not much was happening when trying to focus 😭
I’ll be posting the epilogue soon after hopefully 🙏
I wonder what life would look like without depression?
I guess I’ll never know!
Hey guys I got the rest of the brozone done! Here we have the official designs for them in my LostHope Au!
Warning (glitter blood warning, trauma.)
Put Floyd’s there again cause I felt like it was weird separated. Hope you enjoy. If you have questions or wanna know more, ask box in bio is open.