*Steph Is Crying After A Breakup*

I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day

No joke is one-size-fits-all, but adding "but I remain optimistic" at the end of any somewhat-speculating statement makes it funny, taking a different tone in each.

Adding it to the end of something positive gives it an unexpected twist - implying that whatever the good thing that happened was, it wasn't what you expected or hoped to happen, but you're yet to give up hope of whatever the fuck you've now vaguely implied towards might still happen. "He survived and is expected to make a full recovery, but I remain optimistic."

Adding it to a neutral statement implies that you think something can be done about it, funniest if the statement is something that obviously can't be affected. "Apparently it's tuesday tomorrow, but I remain optimistic."

And the bleakest, most hopeless statements just become bleakly funny by the grim absurdity. "About 30 seconds remain until impact, and the chances of any of us surviving the crash are zero. But I remain optimistic."

it's been a while since i've been emotional while reading something so i hAD TO DRAW THIS SCENE SOBS💖 please go and give a read to @morningstarwrites 's work "Of Saints and Sinners"

the batfamily as my favorite twitter posts :-)

I don't even go here

BUT

Of Saints and Sinners has me experiencing serious brainrot. I'm not even a shipper I usually only enjoy qpr Radiorose but this fiction has me captivated and I'm going soft for Radioapple in this one

It's wonderfully written, the characterization is superb and I really wanted to draw some fanart of it. Since it's impossible for me to pick a favourite scene I just went with this interaction that stuck with me and just portrayed these two dorks slowly going soft for each other. The enemies to friends has been *chef's kiss* I swear

Compliments and many thanks to @morningstarwrites for blessing the fandom with this piece of art

Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

tsk tsk, younger siblings😒

vaguely inspired by this fic.

(i've been getting into DC stuff/the batfam a lot recently. more sketches/doodles under the cut. can y'all guess my favorite robin....)

Haley's Circus visits Gotham when Bruce is 18. The Graysons fall, leaving their toddler an orphan, and the circusmaster whispers something about the Court of Owls before booking it out of Gotham and leaving baby Dickie behind.

Alfred takes in Dick and Bruce is all fired up to investigate this Court of Owls. He always knew there was something seedy about Gotham and he's determined to get to the bottom of this!

Featuring: baby Dickie as the most adorable little toddler; teenage!Bruce in full detective mode but without any training; the Rogues as a grad student support group that are mainly trying to survive higher education while keeping their precocious friend from ending up in a dumpster.

Harvey: so whose turn is it to follow Bruce this weekend?

Crane: I have an exam on Monday, not it.

Pamela: I need to be in the greenhouse this weekend.

Edward: if I have to watch him try to stalk Falcone one more time I'm going to scream.

Dickie: don't be sad! here, sticker!

Everyone: :coos:

Harvey: wait, why are we watching the toddler? where's Bruce?

Harley: oh, I saw Dickie in the trees hiding from some people in owl masks, so I grabbed him.

Harvey: ...but Halloween's not until October?

I fucking can't right now guys-