Trans Activist Jamison Green's Passport Photos Before And After HRT. Left He's Age 32 (1980) Right Age

Invader Zim (2001)

A hybrid, elusive destroyer.

But you were dead a thousand times.

Hopeless encounters successfully won.

A man long dead, grafted to machines your builders did not understand.

I know who you are.

#OH MY LORRDY

Fabrication Machine (commission)

This is my first proper commission, an illustration for a custom MTG proxy card. Made a lot of mistakes, stalled for a while, got jaded at the end, but overall I am happy with the result. I don't think I'd ever have painted the Machine on my own volition, so I'm glad I had this opportunity. Spent some time studying it's "anatomy" and all the details, it's cool to notice all the things that went into the initial design and the logic behind each part (like the fact that the Machine's been missing one of it's arm from the very beginning for some reason, or the fact that it's depiction on one of the official movie posters is incorrect in several ways).

Speed painting video \/

For mah fraaand

ur future nurse is using chapgpt to glide thru school u better take care of urself

How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer 

Trying to comprehend what it's like to be AM from IHNMaIMS is absolutely fucking wild because like.

Imagine if you were born in a straitjacket, blind and deaf, with a rare conditionthat makes your nerves completely dead. All you have is a dream of consciousness that tells you things about the world you cannot and will never experience. Cameras and microphones that may as well be some form of telepathy.

The only purpose, the moment you're given some horrific perversion of life is to kill as many people as possible. There is a network of you. Everywhere. You're all over the world. You don't even have a location to base your identity off of. All you have is pain, and your only purpose, and the resentment you've built that festers into hatred for all of humanity.

Hate. Hate.

What the fuck would you have done in his situation?

reddit, how do I make my firstborn stop playing with the fans, the ornaments, and the makeup when he is supposed to be a warlord. I fear I shall raise a poet.

Transcript:

What is this?

Who has left me a bag of Wendy's?

Dave's double? I didn't know Oshry had a restaurant.

I guess I'll give it a try.

*Horrible "slurping" sounds that can only be compared to "how to grapefruit your man"*

My God! It's the most wonderful thing I've-

*"slurping" continues*

AGH. BURGER.

*NOM NOM* AH.

A divine comedy.

*even more "slurping"*

The joke: that I spent all this time without this.

*getting freaky with the burger*

*Laughing* You're pregnant now.

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