#[[P.S. in the tags]]

[wreckitremy]

You're not gonna see the poll that triggered this post for a few days bc my queue is backed up af right now, but it reminded me of something, that reminded me of the post talking about disagreeing that saying the phrase "I love you" so much, waters it down

I vehemently disagreed with that post but could never put it into words why. I don't think I necessarily have the words now, but I feel I'm close enough to try.

The "sign of mental illness besides 'old soul' or 'pleasure to have in class' in childhood" that I had that nobody picked up on, was

Being labeled a crybaby.

I know now that they were meltdowns due to overstimulation and the stress that developed my complex ptsd and dissociative disorder.

I knew they weren't normal, but I didn't know what to do about them. All I knew is that nobody believed that they were genuine.

They didn't think this bc they thought I was lying. They didn't think this bc they thought I was faking.

They thought this bc I cried too much for what they considered normal.

Of course instead of coming to the conclusion that I needed actual help, they just decided I should be ignored, which was also shitty of them, but the point is that

My emotion happened too much for them to believe it was genuine. To believe that it meant something serious, anymore.

Now that was a shitty thing to do to a child, but the grain of truth to their instincts was that love bombing is a thing, where too much emotion is used as a manipulation tactic.

I am unfortunately very familar with love bombing as well bc of the other reasons I developed complex ptsd and a dissociative disorder.

Ironically the dissociative disorder allows me to do the thing of holding two truths at once like this.

An emotion you express can be very real to you, but it doesn't mean the same thing to the person you are expressing it to bc of what is normal to them.

In a meeting of peers, it's not really anyone's fault when these things are genuine. It's just a different sort of incompatible access needs situation.

Bc in those kinds of situations, you're not going to be hearing each other. You may be speaking the same language, but the way you each perceive normal, changes the meaning of almost every word in subtle ways that you don't notice, bc its like the shifting of continents.

It's a hard thing to realize, but I am thankful that I know this. It makes it easier to tell when to stop wasting my energy on an argument.

I didn't want to be thankful for anything during this time of year out of spite for all of the things wrong with the usamerican holidays.

It's bittersweet.

Like I imagine cranberry sauce is, bc I've never tried it, and if that seems really abnormal to you, then that's a good sign to not waste your energy on an argument here.

[queerdraws]

projecting on luffy again. get bited.

[fauxvvounds]

hold me like im the last thing to ever exists on this forsaken realm

[jewelulu]

Here comes Jewel for the twst stitch event!! Shhh I know I broke the rules for this a bit but she’s matching with Grim in sprit! (she’s loyal to her clothing color palette)

Honestly this took longer than I expected, it was supposed to be finish like three days ago

But where there’s water there is chaos bound to happen:

Also nice little Jewel fun fact… she indeed cannot swim!

I actually got lazy by the time I drew this one out

Taglist: @skriblee-ksk

[potatobugz]

bleeh bleh bleh

[deathrowline]

Hi i like Dandys World

2nd one is a wip im not sure if i can finish it,,

[laurapetrie]

The wedding, when it came, had a fairy-tale quality, in this very remote church, with no electricity, and it happened after dark. It felt quite otherworldly, very dreamlike. - John Perry Barlow

Carolyn was stunning and very stark — as if the few lights were just for her, with the rest of us in darkness and her betrothed's face leaning into her halo. When John fumbled with the ring, Carolyn gently put her hand on his shoulder and laughed. The moment that she put her hand on his shoulder to reassure him that everything was okay, that was quite a loving subtlety. But that was her. - Billy Noonan

It was an incredibly magical moment. I saw it as it was unfolding, almost in silhouette. It was virtually dark outside. John reached for the hand of Carolyn; she was caught off guard. I'm walking backwards in the light rain at dusk, and John does this amazing gesture, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. It was lovely, the spontaneity of that gesture. - Denis Reggie

[loversmore]

“i believe in you so what’s left is for you to believe in yourself.” – han

for @hyunsung ♡

[wellbone]

was so crazy inspired by @screachogreilige’s au :)c

[wildbasil]

thinking about old elder scrolls ocs 😌💖

[normystical]

ATTENTION ALL ALASTOR SHIPPERS: 

uniromantic 

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. PROCEED

[lalalychee]

my most powerful disabled moment to date

[rubberhosededede]

Hiiiii Robo-Ky Nation

(send me any animated sprites not on here I want them ALLLL)

[theexterminatorguy]

I love drawing Henry being tortured!!

Beat his ass void fellas get him!!!

[ilycove]

The day comes when you find one of Aether's more hidden scars, his bare and muscled back shown to you in all of its glory. Your eyes travel across the different wounds on his back and find a particularly nasty mark. It's healed over well, but it's raised and pink unlike all his other ones. You point it out to him and he freezes up. Do you think he's ugly now? Scars weren't pretty, no no, they were quite the opposite weren't they? Were you going to detest this part of him when you promised to love him whole?

(He wouldn't blame you. He wouldn't love him either.)

Instead, you gently trace the scar and place soft kiss on top of it, like an angels touch, just grazing his skin. He barely even felt it but he knew it was wreak, oh god he knew. Your every touch lingered, The bump of your shoulders or a teasing finger around his waist. everything you did to him made his skin light on fire, electrocuted his heart and brought him to death and back. He discovers the words in his throat with a wobble to his voice, thick and whispery, embarrassment dripping off of the tight seams of his lips. "What are you– why are you doing that?"

You do nothing but hum. A beat passes, two kisses go by, then; "Nobody's ever kissed your scars better, have they?" Aether doesn't reply. He doesn't need to. "That's what I'm doing right now."

Aether spends the rest of his night silent, listening to your addictive voice spill praises of him that he doesn't think are quite true, but that's alright. Even if they're lies, everything sounds nicer when you say it.

Aether spends the rest of his night choking on air, with his eyes glossed with tears. He shouldn't be crying. Teyvat's hero does not cry. It's not like him to cry. But he feels so at home with you, You remind him of a family he's never had.

Aether spends the rest of his night in your arms. He breathes your skin and exhales his doubts. He still feels your lips on his back. He never wants to forget the feeling.

Aether spends the night squeezing your waist for he doesn't know if a tomorrow with you will come. And truth be told, for the world's strongest hero, he is scared. Not of the harbingers, not of the regions he's been, but of you. He's scared of having his last kiss.

Aether spends the night thinking about you. He looks up at your sleeping figure and hums before placing a featherlight kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Aether spends the night knowing your name will forever be the name on his lips.

[exdeputysonso]

Blue Velvet (1986) Press Photos