I Can’t See The Difference

"You Missed the Point by Idolizing Them" Starter Pack

"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed

Okay I JUST realized I never posted these on here—- BUT BASICALLY, about a year and a half ago I started doing these experimental black hairstyle posts that were threads long on Twitter, to give artists a source of inspo for their black ocs whose hair they wanted to try something new with! There’s more to black hair than just the selected styles portrayed in media, and I thought it would be fun to show people how much texture, shape, fades, length, and style can be combined when drawing black hair—-cause it’s a kind of manipulation our hair can do irl! The OG posts were lost with the hacking of my original Twitter account (@/bagels_donuts) but I’ve since reuploaded the whole thread to my new Twitter (@/ItsDonutsFR)! I hope artists on tumblr find these useful, sorry it took me so long to post them here😭🙏🏾 I’ll upload them all in parts!

Part 1: Long masc hairstyles + playing with fades

kitten

does anyone have that unsettling oil painting of a dark window with a sheet leading out into the darkness? it did the rounds on tumblr a while ago and i need itttt

I know that when Hannibal found out Will was getting married while he was in the BSHCI he would draw his own vent gore art of Molly dying violently in various classical paintings like an emotionally repressed middle schooler.

Derek: I can't believe I'm about to say this... but we need to rescue- *gags* Stiles: Uh-? Derek: we need to-dry heaves* Stiles: you-You don't have to say it. I- Derek: No no. I have to do this. We need to rescue pee-*loud gag*  Stiles: Derek, painfully: We need to rescue PETER FUCK Stiles as Derek bends over breathing heavy: Proud of you. I know that wasn't easy for you  Derek: I feel sick

(source)

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU