Also, Again, Queer Is Still So Much Easier. I’m Not Obligated To Sit Down And Explain That I’m Panromantic

do you know anyone asexual person irl?

As a creature of the wood, I accept this offering of my a chunk of my brethren.

Please stop tearing apart my people, feral creature.

Currently want to puke from stress.🤟🏻

My mental health is very steadily deteriorating, I need a vacation and like a week of self care immediately. I am having to actively focus on not dissociating or thinking too hard about my school or I risk a panic attack. Or my heart giving, out I don’t know.

The problem is thorough self care takes energy and spare time I don’t have.

Why is it designed like this. Who decided this was a good way to do this. I want to leave. Europe take me to where there’s work life balance and I’m not in danger of being mowed down by bullets or hate crimed in the streets for my sexuality.

My grandfather loves photography, and he always said that the best skies and sunsets have character. They need clouds! And atmosphere! And mood!

People are like “it’s so beautiful no clouds at all” it could use a little clouds if I had to be honest.

“Don’t much know how those finicky rarepairs will do if they’re lonesome oneshots. You just gotta remember to graft them with a long-fic root system. I usually recommend some hurt/comfort to inoculate it too. A little angst is good fertilizer, but if you’re short a pinch, whump I find works just as well. Good ta’hear from ya though. I’ll be sowing some of my classics- the staple crops the fandom market I sell at is sure to like. But I’ve been considering the fantasy and supernatural AU varieties for flavor. We’ll see.”

One of those fandom things that I love is when there’s new characters around and, with the unwavering confidence of an old farmer appraising cattle, fanfic authors take one good look at them, tilt their imaginary hat, and go “Aye. Praise kink, that one. Mighty case of praise kink if I ever saw one.” And everyone else just “aye.”

This just in:

Apparently people think that making art for arts sake is different from fulfilling a self-centered want, as if all humans don’t a) have inherently self centered wants because clearly anything done to continue living is not at all self centered on a base level (despite the fact that this usually means suffering to other organisms and that includes other humans), and b) that any form of creativity is done for the sole good of giving to others (which, by the way, depending on how you parse it isn’t self-sacrificial by any means either and is usually still just as self-serving) and if you have any urge to want to make art for yourself and have fun you’re apparently bad on an intrinsic level, and if you enjoy the art others make about the same subject you’re even worse, somehow.

I’m sorry, have any of these people taking a class on rhetoric or philosophy, or anything that makes them USE THEIR FUCKING BRAINS?!? Away from the online space?!???

Babes it’s time to divorce yourself from the phone and live in the world around for a moment, because these were some very nonsensical inside thoughts you’ve had just now.

just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list

Every time I go to draw something I go “hey! I should color this” and then that leads to “hey! I should shade this” and then I fall into the trap of “hey! I should texture this” and suddenly I’m three days deep fucking finger painting in procreate because I’m too broke for an updated Apple Pencil that will pair with my iPad and I’ve decidedly bit off far more than I can chew because I’m trying to fully render something, and then on day four I start looking at it sideways and going “I don’t even know if I like this anymore.” And I don’t even know if it’s worth posting it at that point.

I just hate something about being a woman, and that is the fact that no matter how cold hardy I can be (and I am because I nearly had hypothermia once as a child and I’m pretty sure it broke my internal thermostat), for one to two weeks out of a month, because my body in its infinite and unnecessary stupidity just leeches out a shit ton of iron slowly, and suddenly the world is fucking devoid of warmth, and I am left, a half drowned kitten pulled from the depths of a frozen mountain lake, to bundle myself up in dozens of blankets only to find that my fingers and feet are STILL FUCKING COLD. It’s like 100 degrees in my room and I’m STILL IN THREE THICCCC BLANKIES AND IM STILL COLD.

This isn’t fair.

“What could the symbolism possibly be? What could this mean?!”

-Dan and Arin, hosts of the silly video game channel

Desirée: I feel in love with my Ronnie at first sight because he came to defend me and he saved me even though he was a stranger.

Phoenix:

“You’re a sick fuck!”

Yes I am… please… tend to me like you would an ill child… I am dying…