|Holy snap, guys, seriously, how did this drawing get so popular overnight, it even beat the poularity of a good-sized number of my stamps. Oh well. It is shipping of a popular MLP: FIM ship, (that I enjoy a lot too), so I guess it's no wonder. (BUT STILL.)|
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Medusa/Antonia | ♀ | 15 | | Single | ✝ | Liberal | |
Hello! My real name is Antonia, but everyone at my school calls me Medusa. (Long story.) I am a Sophomore in high school who lives in Washington State, who has ADHD and autism. I am a varied artist who specializes in writing, music, drawing, cosplay, and photography, and does many other forms, so watch me if you like those. I am a big equal rights supporter, a very weird and random person (just ask anyone here who knows me in real life), and although sometimes I let my temper get the better of me, and not be so great, I try my best. I am a very big bookworm, cartoon freak, and music freak. I am very bisexual, as in how much I love queer pride stuff, and I am also a dedicated Episcopalian who believes in Jesus Christ as her savior. I hope you enjoy your time scrolling here! Have a wonderful day! ~
I DO NOT POST AS MUCH AS I USED TO, DUE TO BAD SELF-ESTEEEM AND THE FACT THAT MOST OF MY ARTISTIC ADVANCES LATELY HAVE BEEN IN MUSIC AND WRITING, AND I DO NOT WANT MY WRITING ON THE INTERNET ANYMORE. ^^U
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Pairings I support:
Ridiculously Long List of All my Shippings. ^^UAdventure Time:
A True Story About Fire (Now as a deviantation!)"Do I smell
I think as I read Mockingjay.
The last book in the seiries about the
My dad and little brother come home.
Soon, my little brother and his friend down the street
to the park.
I ask my dad where my
little brother is.
He says, "Oh, he's at the park."
And then he says something which scares
"There's a fire there.
There's firetrucks there and everything."
I ran to the park,
so scared that I forget
my cell phone.
I come there, and I see my little brother
and his friend
They tell me that
the fire is already out.
But I don't care.
I start to
go to the place
where the fire
But I'm too scared to go.
As I run
I remember something
an adult in my life once
And I think
can still happen
A Pokemon Poem in Lyra's Perspective(Deviantation)Kris. . .
Why am I suddenly
Lying in a
too dark for even
to light up?
Stuck in the
Have you turned
in a big black suit
Are you. . .
Nothing but a skeleton
Kris, you were Jhoto's hero.
Everyone loved you.
And then you
And then everyone forgot
Not even your own mother
your best friend
can remember you.
The only ones who can
Thomas the Tank Engine is a Mass MurdererGlass grows legs when there isn't any light on them
A rotting gummy bear ghost watches you when you sleep
Bacon fairies will behead you if you complain
Baby tomatoes will rip out your lungs if you enjoy ketchup
You will drop dead from insanity if you see someone picking their nose
Your eyeballs will grow trees on them if you pick a fight with someone
You are named after a bad word
You have seven butts
You wear a fingernail on your cheek if you see roadkill
Your face will go inside out if you step on mud
There will be a piņata flying through the air if you decide to travel by train
A crow will grow fins and lose the ability to breathe if it pecks at corn
Red velvet cake is made out of real red velvet
It is perfectly sane to do the hokey pokey off of an airplane's wings
Everybody has light green skin and three belly buttons
Your mind is operated by orangutans
A cell phone will come to life if you close your eyes
All these things are possible,
All these things are true,
If bubble theory i
The Pit of GoreI’m walking in nowhere and suddenly
I am pushed down.
The ground breaks way, crumbling faster than I can think, faster than I can breathe, faster than I can even comprehend.
And underneath it is a pit.
And as I fall down, getting faster and faster and faster and faster, like there’s no stop anywhere, and swords and knives are thrown, farther and faster than I can think, stabbing me, digging in my skin, ripping out pieces of muscle and bone, blood spilling like rain, acid rain falling from the sky after a nuclear bombing, one that killed thousands horribly.
The blood and gore falls around, around me like it was sprinkled around me, like it will follow me forever, like this is all I am destined for, and all I will ever live and breathe for, all that I am meant for.
And I almost splat. On what appears to be the bottom of the pit, and I rest for about five seconds only to have the earth crumble again and the mess of knives and swords comes again, except they hit me more. A broa