Day 2 Of Learning Pixel Art

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Kneesvember Day 28

So I made a quiz to tell you which famous German musician you are

I promise there are no Taylor Swift lyrics in this so don't worry, it's save to take lmao

Swan Queen Red String of fate, but with a twist. The basics are there, but that person might not be your soulmate. The idea is that you are supposed to learn something from this person. How do you know? Because one day the string is no longer there, but the next day is back, now leading you to someone else. How do you know when you've found the one? Don't wanna spoil the feels, so I'll DM the rest of my idea. POVs from both might be nice. OUaT canon ships will finally be actually useful.

Thanks a lot for the prompt! I’ll be uploading this particular fic in snippets, some of them shorter, some of them longer, scheduled to be added every day. I hope that is okay and that I paid @yaminoendo‘s prompt justice. Also, I’ll add read more’s for every snippet but the first one, so that the story doesn’t flood your dash all the time. That would be all - enjoy!

Regina had always been taught that the strings were weakness.

Cora was quite adamant about this. “Strings are bad luck,” she’d say, her voice even sharper than usual. “They are people’s excuse to go slacking off, which is why most of them will never reach greatness. We Millses aim to achieve something in this world. You, Regina, will achieve something. One day, you will be Queen, and you will reign unhindered by esoteric frills binding your fingers, is that understood?”

“Yes mother,” Regina would nod, and on rare occasions, Cora would smile at her. It was thin-lipped and hardly kind, but Regina’s childish heart lifted nonetheless. She would make mother proud. She would stop dreaming of soulmates, would stop playing with wool in a clumsy imitation of the magical strings.

She did well for almost sixteen years.

My current plan to recover from my mental and emotional existence is to just go so deep into being insane that I'll come out sane on the other side. Being a chronic people pleaser plagued with impostor syndrome stretched me too thin, and that leash simply snapped and I am now a completely untethered, unapologetic vermin.

Fuck having impostor syndrome, if I'm not entitled to be here they should've barred the doors better. If I'm doing everything wrong because of imaginary rules that nobody told me about, that's their problem, you should have made your confusing system more idiot-proof.

I'm not here to please everyone and do everything right. I'm here to make bad art, chew on furniture, make people laugh, cook awful food and look at pretty landscapes, and piss off the people who don't want me to exist. If I have an unseen infinite debt somewhere that I can never pay back, I'm going to keep running that tab until I die. I'm alive purely because the universe is shit at pest control.

Why do people think this cat is crazy for wanting a good massage!!?!

Purrcussion

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Enbies that present feminine are STILL NON-BINARY

Enbies that present masculine are STILL NON-BINARY

Enbies that frequently change how they present are STILL NON-BINARY

Presentation ≠ identity

Presentation ≠ identity

PRESENTATION ≠ IDENTITY

Have you ever wondered whether or not you’d be canonically queer if your life was a story? Look no further. This quiz will tell you your canon queer status. 

How To Draw A Horse - a comic by Emma Hunsinger

$4.99 every time you klick a tag you know exists and you get to the error page "there's nothing here"

how about tumblr pays us instead. $4.99 every time the search function doesn’t work