Flapjacksboi - FlapjacksBoi

Been drawing more clowns again recently

Okay so, it's back but not really

The album is listed but

Deer dance

Bounce and

Forest

Are missing

This is such bs what the fuck

Censorship, that's what happened

Article here

tw/blood

@lotus-pear congrats on 5k!!:3

I don't think I've ever drawn Dazai not suffering, today is no different

(I tried to post this before but I don't think it worked properly, hopefully it works this time)

one of my best artworks. He's so trendy that he's on the cover of a magazine right now, haha⭐

Happy birthday, chuuya!🧡🎉

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

༻🐇🦋 ༺

– Our Moth and Rabbit)

at first there was a desire to post this in the new year, but there is no patience at all,,,,

I hope you like it..

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I like Randall alot… @purple-game thank you for create such awesome game!

tiger & dog

do you think we're humans because we're gay, or we're gay because we're humans

Im going to answer this as someone who grew up closeted queer and trans in a very conservative place, as a scientist, as one hell of a neurotic person, and as the accidental leader of a strange internet cult. We arent humans because we are gay nor the other way around. We are gay, queer, different, diverse, unclassifiable, unlableable, baffling and strange because we are alive. Science has no fucking idea why we are that way, probably never will. We dont know why we are that way and probably never will. Existing as a spectrum, as everything we are, is the most utterly alive thing there could be. We are alive and therefore we are gay, it is inherently in its meaning, to exist is to differ, to create, to live in uncountable different, chaotic ways. Just like we arent just sad, or angry, or happy, we are often many of those at the same time and often we dont understand it or know. Being gay is like being everything else about being alive: uncertain, unique, chaotic, strange, baffering. We know nothing of very big things, we know nothing of very small things, and we barely know shit about things our size. The only thing we can do is love as messily, as undefinedly, as strangely as possible. Who fucking cares.

Pd. Apparently I wrote this last night after taking 3 xanax and i do not remember it, but seems like i forgot to hit post, probably because i passed out. Make whatever of this piece of useless fucking wisdom my brain formed while high as a kite

Finished the stickers from last night !!

(and also made a different design I'll post later)

He's quite fruity if you ask me