Firestar getting treated to a character assassination after The Darkest Hour is my villain origin story tbh
You can see the EXACT moment where the brain worms go terminal when Tigerstar dies in front of him, and he starts going "oooga booga he was strong and noble and had good traits... well need him to fight all these evil foreigners..." Just ceremorphose already, this is #NotMyFirestar
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Periodically thinking about deleting and redrawing almost every single drawing I did before 2023 because I hate them.
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so like why is he so pretty in the scene where he's preparing for his fight with mihawk and the camera zooms out like bro is ethereal bro is majestic bro is gorgeous bro is making me-
Like his eyelashes a so perfect I wanna collect them and then like his eyes themselves are also so pretty and then his cheekbones are so defined and string but also so delicate and carefully crafted and his skin is so smooth and soft and glowing and like his shoulders are so built but perfectly round and his chest is so well-structured and his waist is so small and his ass is so fat and his thighs are so goddamn THICC and strong but his legs are still so skinny and long and dainty and perfect and he's so buff and thick and muscled but he's still so slim and perfectly proportioned and he's so perfect it's like someone poured their blood sweat and tears into carving him as their life's work and chiseled until their skin split and flesh flayed from their bones and even then they continued to work until they had finally created the perfect peak form of human and then killed themselves so that they may never live a second after they have completed him so that mackenyu could literally be an angel descended and be their life's work.
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being young, black and queer (particularly butch and lesbian) online (but Tumblr specifically) is like rummaging and searching for somewhere you're fully welcome and seen but only finding places that accept parts of your identity or the places that were there that fully accepted you have been quiet and abandoned long before you even came along. You go on blogs that say they welcome queer black people or people who have weird identities but they never talk about the things that affect you or (even unkowingly) shut you down when you bring it up. You find blogs that say they accept queer black people or people who have weird identities but they're making blogs targeting and harassing transfems. You find blogs that say they accept queer black people or people with weird identities but their blog isn't safe for minors. You find blogs that say they accept queer black people or people who have weird identities and the person who runs the blog is queer and black but the last update was 2016. It's incredibly lonely.
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So that's what addiction feels like.
It consumes your time and joy, yet you stay in for this little bit of happiness that comes from it. It feels like the only source of positivity.
And you don't want to lose it.
You feel that you can stop anytime, but you don't want to.
You can, if you only had the willpower. But you don't.
Instead, you find yourself stuck in the exactly same place for a long time.
Never worse, never better.
Sometimes you try to get up.
But this thing... It's so good, so why drop it?
And will you be able to go back to enjoying it only from time to time and be happy with that?
You don't know.
And seeing yourself is scary.
Cause you don't want to lose it.
You love it too much.
And that's what addiction feels like.
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...
know, and convincing yourself, aren't the same?
...yeah.
they aren't, actually.
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i wouwd wuv 2 tawk wike dis
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staff: our april fools joke this year is a silly feature that doesn't really do anything but give you a button to boop other users! they have to opt-in first though :)
me:
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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off
EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through
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one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
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i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.
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my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"
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I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.
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