God I Miss The Beetles

god I miss the beetles

hey fuckers I did it in class

Elwood

Elwood walks alone at night

Unafraid of scares and frights

Shadows do not bother him

For he is looking for a friend

Vast, dark forests, laced with dew

Misty skies and Violet hues

Corrupted screens and violent gleams

Of all the blood that he once drew

Onward he walks, and the path he strays

Was one of lesser, older days

He will never be the same

Why can’t people see he’s changed?

Convulse and cry into the sky

The moonlight struck him in his eye

Out ripped claws and fangs and fur

Dewy tears fell like turbines

Out came screams of horror and fear

The children couldn’t bear to be near

A scary wolf lurking at night

With claws like daggers, teeth like shears

Elwood walks alone at night

Unaware that he’s the fright

He’ll wander off until the end

All he wanted was a friend

poem I wrote for my school’s spooky story contest! It didn’t win, but I still like it :)

hey girlies feeling brave so here’s a cover of the intro to demolition lovers by my chem :)

I have a version where I’m singing but I’m not that brave unfortunately

these tags are everything!! I was asked to put nudity filters/nsfw tags on my sketches of statues in french museums, which I drew as an exercise in anatomy and posing. breasts aren’t sexual and the human body isn’t inherently sexual- if literal children are being taken on field trips to see the statues I drew it’s not nsfw. We need to unlearn the sexualization of the human body, ESPECIALLY in the fine arts. Like hell, I took a nude figure drawing class when I was 13, it’s art.

I could rant for even longer about the sexualization of breasts, especially about how it affects me as a transmasc, but it’s been something that’s bothered me ever since I was a little kid. if you’re bothered by nudity in art then that’s your own can of worms to open up- not mine or the artist’s.

fountain in italy