#they have the same mentality

[dragoonwys]

Many times I feel like the sad fish you 'buy for a child because its low maintenance', stop doing that

#fish are not low maintenance and deserve to be treated like other more easily expressive pets #do your research on the fish species and what they need damn it #same goes for humans #Its a I have a mouth and I cant scream thing #meme #digital art #doodles #mental health #pets #fish #my art

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

#this shifts gender so much bc it actually affects everyone #yes it's a gendered phenomenon. i have written a LOT about how different genders experience it. that's for a different post. #writeblr #ps my comments about seeing someone cry -- this is not to shame any person #and on this blog we support workers. #at the same time it's a really hard experience to see someone that looks like you. clearly in agony. and have them forced to keep going. #when you're young it doesn't necessarily look like acting. it looks scary. and that's what this is about - the fact that teens #have likely already been exposed to that definition of things. because the internet exists #and without the context of healthy education. THAT is the image burned into their minds about what it looks like. #it's also just one of those personal nuanced biases - #at 19 i thought it was normal to be in pain. to cry. to not-like-it. that it should be perfunctory. #it was what i had seen. #and it didn't help that my religious upbringing was like . 'yeah that's what you get for premarital. but also for the reference #we do think you should never actually enjoy it lol' #so like the point im making is that ppl get exposed to that stuff without the context of something more tender #and assume .... 'oh. so it's fine i am not enjoying myself'. and i know they do because I DID. #he was my first boyfriend. how was i supposed to know any different #i didn't even have the mental wherewithal to realize im a lesbian . like THAT used to suffering.

[maulfucker]

racism in star wars will have wikis saying shit like "this species that is inspired on a real life non-white people is just too stupid to use the Force"

#hm i should make an original post tag #yes this is about tuskens #they 'lack mental capacity' to be jedi. according to some writer #which is fucking ridiculous #they have enough mental capacity to have two languages (spoken tusken and tusken sign language) #(they are usually seen being used together but they can be used independently) #just because they're nomadic and hostile to colonizers doesn't mean they're stupid. or lack the nuance to understand good and evil. #in me opinion there may not be any tusken jedi but for the same reason there's no bardottan jedi - they have their own force culture #they are hostile to outsiders and defensive of their people‚ of course they wouldn't let some foreign order take their children away #i think a force-sensitive tusken would be highly regarded in their tribe. being one with the universe is a special privilege.

[turtleblogatlast]

Something really just. Nice that I noticed with the bros is that each of them has shown off some pretty interesting skills.

Raph is the one who fixes April’s ceiling fan for her, Mikey takes on half the work when making the new puppy rescue for Todd, and Leo is outright able to reprogram Shelldon’s AI (he messed up, but the fact he was able to do this at all is like??? Raph and Mikey were there too did they know Leo could do that because they were not surprised-)

Of course, this is nothing compared to Donnie’s own immense talent and skill for inventing and science in general, but it shows that the others are not incapable of assisting in his field if need be.

What I like to think with all of this is that they listened to and likely helped with Donnie’s various ideas growing up. Sure they may not get the specifics, and complex science talk goes right over their heads, but in a pinch they’d be able to get Donnie the right tool or set a wire back in place. It’s not as necessary now that Donnie is much more independent when he makes things, but it’s cute to imagine there being a time where the others had to pitch in and learned some stuff because of it.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rise raph #rise mikey #rise leo #rottmnt headcanons #idk I know we call these boys dumb a lot but they all have smart moments #okay fr this time I’m going back to avoiding tumblr for a bit haha it’s too addicting #rip my mental health #I’ll see you when I finish that comic #actually all of them have a lottt of skills under their belt #and they learn super fast #probably because of Draxum making them to be super engineered or smth #but it’s fun to witness #April too is super superrrr skilled #so is Splinter #honestly they all are awesome and losers at the same time I love

[thevirgodoll]

to all of my dolls finding themselves:

originality is the "aesthetic" you are looking for. individuality is the "it factor" you are looking for. from your personality, pieces, hair, cadence of voice...even down to your favorite foods or special interests. you aren't supposed to change every aspect about yourself to be more palatable for everyone you meet. that actually makes you BORING!!!

"but so and so is doing this" "but what if people don't like it" ... so??? don't take people disliking your aesthetic as a sign that you need to do something different. like, of course they don't like it or have second thoughts - it's because THEY wouldn't do it themselves because it wouldn't go with THEIR given aesthetic. HELLOO??????

unless they are like minded, stop asking other people to weigh in on the things you CLEARLY like about yourself. especially if it's a core personality trait or interest. your LIFE isn't a group project. your LIFE is not a co-op game.

and yes... people will try to force you to assimilate and follow the crowd by speaking misfortune on your rebrand, your expression, your hobbies, your chosen path out of jealousy. however, that jealousy is lowkey unspoken respect for the fact you have the candor to go against homogeneity.

your authentic dedication to everything that makes you YOU is what will bring you the illustrious life you so fervently seek in the end...not some book a celebrity wrote or a youtube video. it's in YOUR DNA to be a star already in anything you want to do.

there isn't one tutorial on this world wide web that will help you if you don't realize you have the components within you first. there is NOTHING wrong with you!!! you are EVERYTHING that is right already!!!

NEVER conform to the way they think you should shine.

#thoughts #i cant stand seeing a pack mentality i hate seeing ppl shy out of who they are esp neurodivergents #while it is to be expected and is a result of our age group as well as cultural factors especially collectivism #i cannot help but reiterate how harmful it is for everyone to move as if they are the SAME PERSON! you are not so and so and they are not u #yall both just have the same hair or skin or smth you are still YOU hello #inspo is everything and dreams are a foundation BUT make it ur oWN #we all gotta start somewhere but golly gee! PUT THAT STUFF TO REST! #the obsession everyone has with humbling someone who is being themselves is old and tired! KEEP GOING I BELIEVE IN U DONT LISTEN TO THEM. #words i needed to hear when i was younger #ok rant over

[gayvampyr]

“queer spaces should be inclusive of people who don’t enjoy sex and who have “strange”, negative or repulsed relationships with sex” and “sex is an important aspect of lgbt community, history, and activism and queer people should be allowed and able to talk freely about sex without stigma or shame” are ideas that can and should coexist.

#‘queer people were banned from and shamed for having sex and that’s where a lot of our activism stemmed from’ and #‘not liking or having sex is considered abnormal and a mental illness and also needs to be destigmatized’ are concepts that not only can but #often do coalign #it’s esp important to consider that a lot of lgbt ppl who have a tricky and strained relationship with sex are like that because of trauma #which is very common for queer folks #it’s really not an ace-only thing #like i am sex repulsed but it’s very hard to discern if it’s because i’m asexual or if it’s the trauma. either way i deserve to have those #feelings and be included in lgbt spaces and discussions about sex and treated as just another queer person with a different experience #instead of being alienated because my feelings about sex don’t directly line up with yours #im so sick of people in this community trying to pit us against each other. as an ace lesbian that shit is so toxic and harmful #my relationship with sex is fluid. im sex-positive always‚ but i often find myself sex repulsed. im otherwise neutral about it but im sick #of people acting like it’s either you enjoy sex and have it frequently or you hate it and you shame everyone who has it like youre a puritan #like. lesbians are CONSTANTLY getting hounded and told that we’re broken or mentally i’ll for not showing interest in (having sex with) men #for the same reason asexuality is considered bad or wrong or weird

[artbytesslyn]

its important to remember that long term chronic pain rewires your brain so even after you find a treatment plan that relieves some or all of that pain, you're still gonna have days where you wanna tear all your hair out.

it might feel like it's for no reason! but its cos your brain has new highways in it and traffic still goes thru there whether it makes sense or not

if you're having a bad day, just let your body have a break. Don't try to rationalize it cos the conclusion you might come to is 'wow even with treatment I'm useless' and that's always bad. If your brain and body are telling you "I Can't Do That Right Now", even if you can't figure out the reason, just listen

#tess talks #this is very hard to put into words #also you might be on meds that simulate the depressive episodes #that chronic pain aftermath might leave you with #the brain is extremely complicated #if you're having a bad day just let your body have a break #those mixed up signals of body pain and mental pain are #sometimes the exact same signals #you aren't useless for experiencing pain or the aftermath of it #chronic pain

[the-modern-typewriter]

Peace, Love and...

The ropes were numerous, and painstakingly knotted to form an intricate spiderweb which stretched between two pillars on the left hand side of the room.

Cai hung in the web’s centre.

The golden thread wound around what felt like every inch of his body, pinning his arms and legs spread-eagled, curling firmly around his torso to hold him as secure and as thoroughly stuck as any good spider’s prey. His toes touched the floor only precariously to help hold him steady.

Every tug, every waver, every twitch of movement caused the small silver bells hooked to the web to chime softly.

The trick was to be as still, as quiet, as possible.

Nonetheless.

The bells chimed.

It had been less than five minutes.

Adam lounged on the sofa not far away, a whip dangling insouciantly from one hand, a book in the other. He was the picture of idle, entirely too lovely, cruelty – something that the Greek’s would have carved and marvelled at.

At the chime, his attention cut up, and his hand lashed out with wicked speed and wickeder precision.

Cai bit down hard on his lip, jolting on instinct at the hot sting of pain on his thigh. The bells chimed again.

Adam grinned, feral. His fingertips caressed the whip’s handle in a way that he had many times caressed the curve of Cai’s skin, his cheek, the bow of his lip. His gaze roamed over Cai like he was considering the next place to strike, in retaliation of that sound.  

“That’s not fair,” Cai gasped. “You have to let me adjust. Nobody holds still when they’re hit!”

“I’m sorry,” Adam replied, “at which point did I promise you fairness? Love, most certainly, war – of a sort, perhaps. But fairness?”

He landed another blow, a third, and then seemed to take pity.

“Fairness,” Adam settled back down, “was never especially on the agenda. Stillness is. You’re the one who wanted to work on being mindful, I am merely supporting you in your goals like a dutiful husband.”

“I suggested we try meditation!”

“My voice is music. I am your guide.”

Adam’s voice had turned dry at the words, and Cai just managed to catch himself before he snorted with laughter. Laughter really wouldn’t help his predicament. He watched the way that Adam’s fingers moved over the whip handle again, quite happily awaiting any opportunity, guessing at that laughter. His stare was fixed on Cai, intent, nowhere near as careless as his posture.

The urge to laugh faded out. He just as quickly wanted to shiver, with a pleased sort of anticipation. He knew that stare.

Cai swallowed. He stilled himself once more, and thought that Adam might have a point. Not about his voice being music, exactly, however partial Cai was to the cadences of his husband’s tone, but…  

“I think I have an idea,” Adam said, with a tone of relenting somewhat, or at least of shifting gears. “Hold still now.” He discarded the book and got up from his seat, crossing the room and returning with a blindfold. He placed it over Cai’s eyes, knotting it tight with deft movements. “There. No distractions.” Adam’s lips were hot, and very distracting, by his ear. “Say thank you.”

“Are you actually planning to top me into meditation?”

“Meditation is just subspace for vanilla people. Hush, that’s an order. Bratting does not equal mindfulness, it makes you too busy thinking how you can beat me. You can’t.”

Cai’s mouth snapped shut.  

Adam didn’t take that particular tone with him very often, but when he did…there really was something about that voice.

“Good,” Adam murmured. “Now…” he heard Adam’s footsteps move back to the sofa. “Listen.”

Cai had lost count of the number of times, of ways, that Adam had tied him up. Sometimes, it was because Cai wanted to feel restrained, other times because Adam wanted the feeling of having someone at his mercy. It was always because of the aesthetic, and, today, it was supposedly because of the calm.

Supposedly.

The act of being bound was calming, the act of being whipped was not. But wasn’t that Adam all over? He had a weakness for irony, the juxtaposition of contrasting elements, for the artistry of it all. It was one of the many things that Cai loved about him; he always managed to do the unexpected in some small way, even after all of their years together.

“Focus on the feeling of the rope,” Adam said, as steady as metronome, low and impossible to ignore. “On your breath, on holding still for me. That’s all I expect from you. Art is seen and not heard.”

Cai focused on the feeling of the rope, on his breath, on the effort it took to hold himself still. The muscles in his calves burned. It was, in its way, actually quite meditative.

The ropes today had been picked because they were silken; strong, but soft upon Cai’s skin. They were easy to focus on.

The point of the calming kind of meditation, at least from Cai’s reading, was to focus one’s body on specific sounds, or objects, or sensations, in order to cultivate a peaceful mind and an enhanced state of concentration. That was what he’d told Adam. Apparently, between his eye rolls, Adam had payed attention.

“You are not going anywhere,” Adam said. “You are safe, I’ve got you.”

There was simply the rope, the chimes, the whip. 

And, as always, there was him.

***

“Cai.”

Adam’s fingers were careful brushing his face, undoing the blindfold, letting the light of the world with all of its distractions seep back in.

“Cai.”

Cai opened his eyes, a little dazed, and certainly peaceful. He had lost track of time or at least stopped counting it. It had taken him a while to figure out how to hold still, to let go of the restless needs of the day and life, but once he was tied up there wasn’t really much a guy could do. Just like Adam said. Listening to his voice, his breath, it had been easy.

Adam stood in front of him, and Cai wasn’t entirely sure when he’d moved. His expression was one of a fond sort of amusement. “Are you still with me?” Adam asked. “Or have you found yogic bliss?”

Cai nodded.

“Oh, so yogic bliss?”

“You’re hilarious,” Cai said, without bite. “I’m with you. Always am.”

“Good,” Adam said, still watching him. A softer smile had crossed his lips. “You went very quiet. Very still.”

“Wasn’t that the point?”

“I didn’t expect it to be that effective - I was planning to torment you mercilessly. It would have been very cathartic.”

Cai simply gave a peaceful sort of hum and Adam laughed, quietly, shaking his head. He’d abandoned the whip, and his seeming initial plans, on the sofa. He reached up to check the ropes around Cai’s hands, going through the practiced motions of making sure Cai still had all the right circulation in his fingers.

“Are you ready to come down?” he asked.

Cai shook his head.

Adam laughed again.

“I suppose I could keep you up there like an exhibition piece.” He stroked his fingers down along Cai’s chest. “You’re rather calming to look at like this. Can’t get into any trouble.”

“I am the height of zen, I never get myself in trouble.”

“Uh-huh. I’m taking you down now. Come here.”

Soon enough, Cai’s feet were firmly planted on the floor once more, and Adam’s arm was wrapped firmly around his torso to hold him secure. The rest of the ropes fell away. Cai led him over to the sofa and they sprawled there for a while.

“So,” Cai said eventually. “If I suggest that we try couple’s yoga…?”

Adam’s fingers wound in his hair, tugging his head back to contort his spine, and kissed Cai’s cheek.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something much more fun.”

It was, to neither of their surprise, much more entertaining.

#hmm I'm probably going to regret sharing this #I could just let it rot on my computer forever #maybe to delete #anyway #for those of you who liked escapology and half sick of shadows and my love is like a red red rose #this was written at the same time in mentally the same collection #i have one more in this series which is f/f #decisions decisions #m/m #gay

[fairycosmos]

grief makes me feel so robbed we were so robbed of it all

#same with mental illness and having no money i feel so robbed

[inkly-heart]

please don’t be sad little sprout, you are loved 🌱 🖤

🌱

#🌱Thank you<33🌱 #I guess my latest vent art post made some of you guys worried. I'm sorry ;;n;; ) #but I'm alright. well.. kind of? Like I haven't done anything to myself kind of alright? #maybe I should explain bit about my situation but at the same time I don't feel comfortable to open up too much #but simply said it's about doing art as a job and mental health #Things haven't been going well but I am getting help for my mental health #This is all what I will say for now about my situation #I apologize again that I made you guys worried #but I do warn that I might post more vent art if I get enough energy to draw #this is just one way how I deal with my emotions #but if you don't like vent art I suggest to block the words vent and vent art #I remember tumblr has this option somewhere?? #and uhh.. I don't really know how to end this post but thank you everyone who has been sending support<33 #I might not know how to reply to them but I have read them all and I'm very thankful for all the support what you guys have given me🌱 #Thank you🌱 #ask #anon #me talking

[martyryo]

his biggest sin was having blue hair and pronouns.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #art #faith #faith the unholy trinity #john ward #father john ward #hiii heyyy #watching videos abt this game got me out of some very bad mental state like wow #he's narratorcoded #bro is played by edward norton idc #anyways loved the game sm and I tried replicating the plai color on black style while maintaining my type of rendering #also I figured out thst adding additional lineart after the shading makes things kinda more organic #like it's not all a messy mix of colors #so proud of having done this in around an hour #also dw I'll still post fight club but I need to draw some other stuff as well or I'll get tired of drawing the same three prople all over #stage is going really well #feeling workercore workerpilled workercoded #huhu going to sleep cause I'm sealing my casket with this late hour stunt #bye bye <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

She can't keep getting away with this!

[First] Prev <--> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #MDZS #season 1 #wei wuxian #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #little apple #I think little apple deserves to cause more mayhem. As a treat #I love how despite her hating wwx they both have the same 'burn all bridges' mentality in gusu lan #little apple would have been able to escape gusu lan if she had thumbs. What the hell is *your* excuse wwx? Huh? #MXY's asscheeks too dummy thick and it keeps alerting hanguan-jun? Sounds like a skill issue #I was too ambitious with wanting to have this scene be on fire. Its a better version of #the fourth comic but still...i have much to learn about the ways of drawing fire #much to learn about drawing in general actually B*( but I'm getting there! #i hope you guys enjoy the preview of wwx showing a little more skin. We still have eons to go until we’re at the dilf era outfit #but its on the roadmap #EDIT: HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY!!!

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

#this is very obviously about my battle with #ptsd #but i think it's also like a pretty apt metaphor for a lot of things like setting boundaries or going to therapy or choosing recovery #i was thinking about the 'comes back wrong' trope and i was like. oh no i have feelings about this bc i have mental illness #and once i stopped masking - i was WRONG. i was different #here's the good news: i am now INNUNDATED with love. fucking swimming in it. excelling at it. the people who stayed #learned my new self. my new different body and how i am different but i am trying. they have held me so tightly #and my life no longer feels quiet. it is not based in my suffering. it feels like i have been growing a tree in my chest #and now it is flowering. #it is so lovely to be surrounded by people who have said - oh! you cut off so many branches i was worried you weren't the same. but now... #... this is just a new you. and i love you. and i love that you're different and happy. #(but yeah also im nb so i was absolutely influenced by Trans things)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some Friendly Maintenance scribbles i forgot to post!

#(the paint he's touchin up home with is the wrong color <3 neither of them can tell <3) #but yeah yayyyyyy stitchin up friends! woohoo! #i would like to state! in this au the puppets Do Not Feel Pain the way we do! #at worst its like... intense pins & needles + sorta nausea + static but a Physical Feeling etc etc #its deeply uncomfortable and feels really fucking weird! but not painful! #but for a puppet who's never really experienced it... they may react the same as a person would to pain #is this based off of my lil theory that in canon they Do Not Feel Pain At All? yeah lol #but anyway! patchin up friends is a love language! #scribble salad #wh lights out au #tw stitches #tw body horror #(mild but i think it counts) #(also for anyone wondering - howdy had a close call with sally. he got slashed! hes fine!) #(wally just has to kinda... shove the stuffing back in and then sew the gash shut. easy slices!) #(putting the stuffing back in is the worst part. it feels... not great! like i said - not painful - but not great at all!) #(howdy is employing all of his willpower to stay put and not scramble away from the unpleasant sensation!) #i have this whole mental Mechanic for what certain things feel like when it comes to maintenance on the puppets #like reattaching limbs or stuffing falling out etc #ALSO RARE TWO-EYED WALLY CAMEO 🚨 #oh and #RARE AWAKE BARNABY CAMEO 🚨🚨 #(just his arm but yk. hes up!) #(and they saved a large candle for the occasion of reattaching his arm!) #(wally is so happy...)

[smilesrobotlover]

Small Revali’s for anyone who needs it. This guy has me in a chokehold

#IM SLOWLY BECOMING OBSESSED WITH HIM #LIKE LINEBECK LEVELS OBSESSED #HELP #ITS THE BLUE MF THAT ACT ARROGANT AND AMAZING BUT THEY REALLY HAVE UNDERLYING MENTAL ISSUES UNDERNEATH IT ALL 😭😭😭😭 #also Teba went back in time and adopted the guy he idolized his whole life #idc what y’all say that’s what he did #I love it cuz the champions all acted like mentors for the future fellas #and Teba is specifically said to be a guy who idolizes Revali #but revali isn’t a mentor figure to him in AOC #honestly he’s more a friend but I like to think that Teba is the mentor figure #or the father figure #cuz revali is a little brat who needs therapy fr #anyways hdksbsksbsk #Teba my beloved #I HATE how detailed botw/AOC/totk designs are #none of these drawings are with totk but ITS THE SAME WORLD #WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DETAILS YOU WEIRDOS #/lh #legend of zelda #legend of zelda age of calamity #hyrule warriors age of calamity #age of calamity #king of the Gerudo #only cuz Revali’s design for that is here #hey moon I say I redesign the characters but in reality I just make them easier to draw djskdbksnsks #revali #teba

[fella-lovin-fella]

the thing about mental disorders is after you're diagnosed with more than 2 people stop taking you seriously

#girl ive got 5 diagnoses #and those are the MENTAL ones im CURRENTLY diagnosed with #i imagine it's the same for physical illnesses as well #if you have multiple diagnoses i believe you #not mlm #dantes talking again #mental health awareness #mental health #mental illness #depression #anxiety #bpd #npd #ocd