Me Too - Blog Posts
Hendery, rolling into the room on a skateboard with a plastic crown on his head: I’m the dumb bitch! It was me, all along! Who would’ve gue— *hits a wall and falls over*
not a day passes without me thinking of gordon and barney meeting gordon and benrey. just imagine their reactions
barney: is that supposed to be me??
benrey: uh dude why're you wearing security uniform. you're not working here. take it off man
gordon(hl2): *signed "hello"*
gordon(hlvrai): the fuck did you jus' said
hi!! can you draw uh fanbrush? if not maybe lightbrush or maybe even BOTH!! heh.... I love shipping
ur wish is my command anon 🙏 i swear i tried not to have favoritism towards lightbrush.. 🤫
Teaser for my new web series!
Me too but i'm 5'2 (159cm)
how i feel after saying “fight me” 24/7 when im literally a 5’3 15 year old who would probably cry if you raised your voice at her
I KEEP CALLING WOMEN CHICKS IM WATCHING TOO MCUH SPN IM SO SORRY GUYS IM SO SORRY
it’s a binge self destruct tour while hitting my pen type of night
To my tiny beanie baby self, who smiles at cats and loses a tooth by biting cotton candy. You don’t understand why things have happened the way they do, and neither do I, but maybe the words of this trusted adult will help ❣️
Mr. Gaiman, I know you mostly get asks about Good Omens these days, but I am a long-time fan. Of your work Coraline. I am a survivor of severe parental neglect and abuse, and I must have read the book hundreds of times in my childhood and I found great comfort in the movie, despite my now complicated feelings about Time Burton as a person. I guess I just wanted to thank you for creating a piece of art that made me feel less alone in my very isolated adolescence.
Do you have any advice for healing after such a traumatic start to life?
I'm glad Coraline has helped. (Tim Burton didn't have anything at all to do with the Coraline movie though.)
When I was young I believed that the way you healed was just to move on. Now I'm 63 and you realize that stuff never heals on its own. It's still there, waiting to jump out at you. But there are things that help: other people help, especially other people it's safe to talk to. Building a life can help. And making art out of trauma. That's good too.
I wished Coraline had been around when I was a child, and that was why I wrote it as an adult.
It's still rather strange, having returned to the security of the temple in the wake of having survived everything. There was no greater adventure waiting for Cynder, no final enemy waiting to be slain. She simply had to return to the only place she could call a home, and rebuild a way of life the wind dragon has never experienced before. It took a great deal of effort on her part not to feel unequipped for such a task. "Right behind you," When Terrador had approached the young dragon, she wasn't sure what to expect. Even at a time of peace, the temple always seemed bustling with activity. "I don't think I've been down here before."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. A small chuckle escaped from the green dragon, echoing down the hall of the dragon temple. 〝 Not many have. 〞 The guardian answered, 〝 When Gaul attacked the temple, he bombed the temple to BLOCK our escape routes with rubble. You are one of the first to see this part of the temple UNEARTHED. 〞
As the pair approached their destination, marked by the teal banner gently flowing at the end of the hall, the earth dragon glanced down at the dragoness. 〝 Cynder, you will ALWAYS have a home here. You have a place amongst the guardians, if YOU so choose. 〞
sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time
I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.
listening to mcr isn't enough anymore. I need ray toro to break into my house and shred his guitar at three in the morning at full blast
