erika designs

An artist, a baker, a web design maker.





This scene is SO important. Maleficent is with someone she trusts, someone she considers a friend. And then the next thing she knows, she wakes up in pain, bleeding, with her wings burned off. A huge part of her has been destroyed.

Rape is so prominent in our culture that it is in a Disney movie. Maybe not explicitly, but it is very clear what this scene represents and it is so sad.

I fucking cried my eyes out during this scene

AJ even confirmed that this is what this scene was a metaphor for (x) - just because i saw someone say today that this is not what this scene is about

'We were very conscious that it was a metaphor for rape': The actress explained how the scene in which her character has her wings ripped off her body while in a drug-induced sleep had to be something 'so violent and aggressive' that it would make her 'lose all sense of her maternity, her womanhood and her softness' 

when a man violates a woman, he cuts off her wings.

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The Aftermath of an Attempt: Leaking
It has been over a year and half since I attempted suicide. I’m in a place in my life where things are changing and it feels appropriate to revisit this event in my life. The day that I overdosed, one of my best friends Jaunell came and saw me in the hospital. By the time she had come to see me I was drinking a cup of activated charcoal, nearing the end of the cup, Jaunell showed up.

She had tried to call my phone and when I didn’t answer she went to my house and my mother explained to her what had happened.

When she came to the hospital, she stood and talked for a while but I was still not very lucid and I couldn’t make sense of anything. She got teary eyed and I hugged her before she left. I didn’t realize how monstrous I looked until I saw myself in a mirror after I sobered up. My entire mouth, teeth and tongue were entirely black from charcoal.

Wanting to approach the subject, I asked Jaunell to write me an account of how things went that day, so I can work on a body of work with her perspective as a guide and insight on how it effected my loved ones.

This is an excerpt of her writing:

"When I found you, you looked like a baby, or a puppy or some other helpless thing. Your eyes got huge as you tried to comprehend me. It was relieving to realize your stupor because I had no idea what to say but thank god because now it didn’t matter.

It was a wonderful and ugly thing to watch you drink of cup of black. It stained you and saved you and tasted like shit. I wanted to be excited for the science of it but it didn’t look scientific on you, it looked like you tried to kill yourself. How that we were there I expected the fear to leave but this was still a hospital and it felt too much like a beginning.

Even now I feel the complications of your death. You showed it to me as something leaking out of you. I still see it sometimes. You pull it out for me to look at but I don’t know how to interpret what I see. How do I respond to it? Should I accept it as part of you or can I will it out of your mind? I don’t know how to help you of if I am even the person to do that.”
—Jaunell Vallejo


Progression of my digital painting this year starting from January to now (top to bottom). I think I’m getting the hang of it, I made a huge leap with that last one. :D


there’s a comic book store in my town that gives ladies a 10% discount and the people who work there are really friendly so lots of ladies show up to hang out and buy comics and one time i was looking through some new releases and this guy walked in, saw all the ladies, did a double take, and said really loudly and condescendingly, ‘there sure are a lot of girls in here for a comic store!’ and laughed but no one else laughed with him and it was glorious

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Martin Bauendahl

Real life vs Societal expectations


Yeah, news flash people, boobs generally only look “perky” while in a bra. A few are super lucky and have naturally perky boobs, most don’t. And this is because, SURPRISE, boobs are intended to feed babies and it’s hard for a baby being cradled in mum’s arm to reach a nipple that’s on the other side of the boob from where its mouth is.

Think of a soda fountain machine. The spouts are all pointing down, right? So you can put soda in a cup being held under the spout? If the spout was sticking straight out, it would be really hard to get a soda out of it.

Babies need to be able to reach a nipple easily so they can eat. Ergo, nipples are usually lower and angled more downward on a naturally hanging boob, both so it’s easier for a baby to reach and so gravity can do its part in pulling milk toward the nipple.
So there you go, outright ANATOMICAL proof that boobs are not there for the benefit of men.

Thank you for that. I never realized. Thanks.

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I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies.

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