#and keep going

[dollya-robinprotector]

So yeah the b-day girl can't afford to have time drawing for herself but wanna celebrate nonetheless. So let's throw back this full-color piece I did last year and be proud of it once more!

I achieved a lot of things this year, and even though I'd never had enough tolerance to love this weak and hopeless self, just for today I will give me a word of encouragement and a hug for all the achievements that I had to struggle to achieve.

For only one day let's hope I'll be gentle with myself, to brace myself for another year of struggle to come.

✨✨ Cheer! ✨✨

[puppy-thoughts]

Remembering that one time I let a friend practice shibari knots on me and now I just really wanna tie someone up and ride them until they're a drooling mess

[let-me-date-them-bracket]

It's more addressed to the tournament you recently reblogged, they have asks turned off so you're kind of a message pigeon for them.

Okayyy anon, but I'm not sure why do you feel the need to play the role of the judge and decide what brackets are creative/needed/worthy. Would I be interested in funky shoes bracket? No. But I know that this is only MY perspective. @gentle-giant-swag admitted that they would follow that. I could discuss topic further but just know that I would never approve the dismissal of new ideas... There's no need for this kind of energy here.

[townofcrosshollow]

Give me your worst Give me your insults So I can pretend they're worse Than what repeats in my head Give me your darkest desires So I can pretend my heart Still holds some innocence Give me cuts and bruises So I can pretend yours Are the cruelest hands to ever touch me

[museenkuss]

Not to paraphrase Breakfast on Pluto but I have to ignore everything that’s happening because otherwise I might cry and never stop.

[baekuras]

i love how with everything further about palistine coming out it's always like 'oh btw we are doing exactly what the nazis full holocaus style' (: truly amazing how for years we have been taught to feel ashamed and responsible of our history and to be aware of it as to never repeat it again and now those in power, those who supposedly renounced all that are just going "woops, sprinkled some nazism in here haha anyhow you now have no rights and we can all legally hunt you for sport, you are the worst for simply being and we'll be cheering for your downfall from afar-but no we are not xenophobic!!!!!!"

amazing to see makes me wanna take direct action and by direct action i mean hit them over the head. repeatedly. can't loose any more braincells anyway

[hangmanssunnies]

I love drafts. If you're not a multidraft writer, especially for bigger projects, I highly suggest trying it. Sometimes when you feel stuck where you are, if you multidrafted, you can go back to where you started. It's so rewarding to see how far the story has come, which can feel motivating. Other times you may realize something you really liked in an early draft got lost, and you can bring it back in the current draft to make things flow better. Having multiple drafts cuts down on the chances of accidentally losing or completely deleting a fic. So! much! good! in! drafts!

[canongf-archive]

@futurewife - ven!!! this truly was such a beautiful thing to be told and it was exactly the thing i didn't even realize i needed to hear!!! i made it through everything i was stressed about and i had this message in the back of my head the whole time!!! thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 💗💗💗

[jekyllnahyena]

Saaki is such fun because they are the incarnation of 'I'm learning to be kind in spite of all that atrocities that have been done to me as well as the one's I've committed in the name of survival'.

Saaki has grown up on the streets, has seen bounty hunters as they walked the streets, confident and secure and thought it to be their only choice. And so they did. And they were good at it.

Saaki has always been but a ghost, something haunting people and they've killed as a child in the name of self protection and kept going since then in ways that others couldn't even perceive.

And it's that moment, where they lay dying on some junkyard in lower Coruscant, realizing that they were dying with not even the sun reaching their skin, that they accepted it, accepted their death. They died in that moment. But they let the part they've always wanted to live be their pillar because of the kindness of a stranger. And they never thought that would be a possibility for them. But they want it. Desperatly.

So they choose it. They choose kindness every single day in spite of it all. And they have reactions and movements that are ingrained in their soul, where they move to the simple touch of someone and think 'kill'.

But they fight on. They try and grow plants. They help people across the street. They carry groceries. Feed stray tookas. Because that's what you do if you're kind, right? And they're awkward and strange but they keep going because they want to, want this.

And they end up as this funky human making prosthesis for people that need it, protecting their neighborhood and they battle their own, self ingrained training each and every day as they know that death is still but an ends meet in their mind.

They'll get there. And they fight on every day.

[nariarts]

Spent a ridiculous amount of time last night obsessively editing my hand written zines in Photoshop to take away any tiny blemishes so they were definitely readable.

Whatever. Understand or don't.

[hunny-k]

This is the funniest way you could've put it

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[oldbutchdaniel]

hey guys if you’re planning on making a vaguepost on the dashboard can you message me with the details and some of the lore behind the vague post you’re making. a vaguepost for the dash and a detailedpost for me. because i like to know what’s going on. if you do this i will automatically take your side because you’ve done the right thing by letting me know what’s up. thanks in advance ❤️

[dovesick]

endless night

[thedisablednaturalist]

Kinda fucked up that we all coo and sympathize with "former gifted kids" but never talk about the students who had to stay late after school or over the summer for remedial classes/clubs, who struggled to get above a C, who were given up on or punished. Who tried so hard to understand or just couldn't. Who were grouped with the "stupid kids" (a classmate called us that in remedial math btw)

Autistic kids and adhders who can't relate to their gifted peers and are constantly alienated by them. Kids who struggled in school due to dealing with a chronic or mental illness or physical/learning/developmental disability. Those of us who have had to drop out of highschool or college. Kids who worked so hard and wanted to be seen as smart, but never were. Who watched as their peers seem to fly by them in school, while they were left behind. Who were bullied and put down by those in the gifted and honors classes. Whose confidence was absolutely destroyed by education.

I love you all and I'm so sorry the school system failed you. I'm sorry you weren't properly accommodated and given the education you deserved. I'm sorry people put you down for something that they never had to fight for.

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.