So I'm practicing portraits. Drop your oc you may get a free charcoal drawing.
Relationships that have real king/lionheart energy, that whole “I have sworn myself wholly to you, I am your sword arm, I am your dog” to someone else’s “you are the one person in this world I can rely on, and I am both bolstered and burdened by your absolute faith in me” vibe, but it’s in circumstances that are like. so low stakes. Manager of a movie theater/the one usher who doesn’t smoke weed at work.
This is about Vespin and Zerxus
EXU: Calamity Fan-Art - Zerxus Ilerez
In the process of making tarot-inspired fan-art of the whole Calamity party, starting with Zerxus
Words are mush right now but a lot of fun elements went into this one. The cracked stone around his chest with blood meant to symbolise the 'bleeding heart' I see in Zerxus. The stone statue aesthetic looked cool, but like stone, Zerxus is both strong and fragile at the same time
i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing
sometimes someone is acting selfish because they just didnt think you had any interest in what theyre hogging. sometimes you dont get invited to the movies because your friend could have sworn that you said no. sometimes you think someone is mad at you because theyre bad at hiding how little sleep they got. we are all like little worlds that briefly crash into one another from time to time and we just arent physically capable of seeing the whole picture at once in those moments. and learning that really changed everything!
In my head, I call this "vase of flowers" thinking.
See, when I started driving, I would get irritated by people who drove Soooo Slowly... like, the ones who slow down to 10 MPH to take a turn kind of slow. And then one day I was taking a vase of flowers to an event, and even though I'd strapped it in carefully you can bet I was taking the turns extra carefully to keep it from tipping over, slowing way down, and... oh.
And, like, there are definitely unpleasant people in the world. There are definitely people who are toxic, or just don't care about other people, or have a pattern of hurtful behavior. But there are a lot of people who are just trying to deliver a vase of flowers.
😭 he brings all his friends to meals
If there's anyone still not convinced that the zionist occupation is committing a genocide, I don't care to convince them, I only care to get rid of them. They're not a potential ally, they're only an obstacle to liberation.
They're a fascist who's already decided the lives of 30,000-200,000 Palestinians - including the lives of 15 of my extended family members and many family members of half my Palestinian friends - are a price worth paying to continue the status quo. I owe these genocidal, bloodthirsty, subhuman parasites nothing. Do not even consider them an individual worth talking to. If there's 1 nazi talking at a table with 10 other people, there's 11 nazis at that table. Remember that.
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‘But I don’t wanna rp with real ppl its so embarrassing 😳’
Me:
Chocolate guy has learned how to make corrugated cardboard. he is a powerful eldritch being who cannot be contained. The only reason we seem to be alive is because his interests are exclusively in the making of delicious lifelike desserts.
PACKING TAPE?? fucking PACKING TAPE??
Does this mean know he has a cult on Tumblr dot hell
why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
please god i am so deathly sick of people saying like "how is this straight the writers are so dumb!" about literal actual gay media i don't know how to break it to you people but nbc hannibal is about two men who are attracted to each other. jennifer's body is about two women who are attracted to each other. i know you guys are used to only consuming captain america movies and the occasional mark zuckerburg biopic but there are writers who actually write gay people and they do in fact do so on purpose. you don't have to say "i can't believe the writers thought this was heterosexual" they literally did not
actually i cracked the code. you all are like this because you are biphobic
she says out loud with her mouth “i go both ways”
the whole "trans men just have sexual trauma" thing absolutely infuriates me, as someone who was practically brainwashed into believing i was raped by conversion therapists as a kid.
i have been an obvious transsexual my entire life. i told everyone i was a boy. i was just told it was normal and nobody wants to be a girl. i told my mom i wanted a dick and balls and she said, "no you dont."
i was put in conversion therapy, diagnosed with autism, despite not having many of the symptoms, and put on Risperdal. an anti psychotic drug that was not meant to be used in children as young as i was, that also "just so happens" to cause out of control breast growth. (it also caused me to become obese and struggle with my weight for years even after i stopped taking it, despite never having weight problems before.)
therapists and my parents would constantly tell me that i was hiding something and try to hypnotize me into remembering it, i had no idea what it was, i was told something horrible happened to me and i had to remember it, i kept telling them i dont remember, and they told me i had memory problems. they kept telling me i had a memory locked away somewhere and i had to recover it, i had no idea what they meant by this.
i have no idea how to describe the way that i felt because of this. the feeling didnt go away when the therapy ended. it stayed with me for YEARS. my entire childhood and most of my teenage years i felt like i had a dark and evil secret that i couldnt even remember. it stuck with me, i didnt even know what it was. they marked me socially and mentally as a "rape victim" without it even happening, without me even understanding what they had done.
i didnt find out until i was a teenager that the therapists were telling my parents i had been raped. based on nothing. you know what happened in these therapy sessions? i played with animal toys and told the therapist i didnt want to go to school and that i wanted to be a boy. i told them i hated my name. and wanted to be called by a different name. they told me i had a deep dark secret i needed to remember and confess to them.
because marking me as someone who had been raped would emasculate me.
this is what people mean when they say "alternative treatments for dysphoria" and "therapy" for trans kids. trick them into thinking its something else.
grey heron w a snack
From Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s ‘The Cat with Julie Manet’, 1887
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