you were raised in comparison.
it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.
you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.
you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.
what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.
it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.
you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.
you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?
a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.
you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.
it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.
something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.
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Dream had always been otherworldly, but this was beyond. His face was a skull, his hair twisting, writhing wires. He was easily eight or nine feet tall. His galaxy coat dribbled into the wood slats of the dock, spreading a pool of stars behind him that shimmered like an oil slick. He was...sparking? But inside, like it was winter and he’d been walking on carpet with his socks in a wool sweater.
There’d been a thunderclap, a light so bright Matthew had to close his eyes, and when he’d opened them Dream was gone.
Fanart for @pellaaearien ‘s fic Another Word for Ache! I HIGHLY suggest you go read it if you haven’t already !!
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did we all collectively forget that vampires not being able to see their reflection because old mirrors were backed with silver is a tumblr creation that has no basis in any classical texts or?
because the reason vampires cant see their reflections (in classic texts) is because mirrors were considered reflections of the soul, and vampires are soulless, which means regardless of what the reflective surface is, they cannot cast an image.
i'm not a snob, i love modern vampires as much as classic vampires, but please remember that classic vampires are soulless monsters, not misunderstood sadboys of the 00s>.
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i won this competition thing at school which was a surprise and i didn't really mean to or care for winning. but sure they liked my design. why not. they want to give me money. great. but now i have to deal with my deadname being plastered all over the place and i sent an email to the company (that chose my design that they're going to make and sell) like hey im going to be changing my name Very soon would it like. be possible to use the new name when talking about me :-) and they answered that it's not possible (i get it if it was for like legal reasons idk) but their wording was very... ??? 'you won the competition as *deadname* so it wouldn't be right to change it' im sorry what. what does it mean it wouldn't be right. what. why. I'd understand if they wouldn't change it for the booklet if they already have them printed out (i did ask if they do. they didn't answer), fair, i get it, that's your money. but they straight up have a whole paragraph on their website that talks about me that she/hers me extensively (i haven't discussed that with them yet i only learned about it yesterday. like bestie that can't be that hard to change). wtf is a mladá umělkyně I'll kill you
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i’ve thrown around trigun reincarnation concepts around before but fuck. i can’t believe ive overlooked the simplest one: trigun maximum reincarnated as trugun stampede. like can you imagine all the times vash has pushed up his hair in shitty motel bathroom mirrors and for a second seen a man he has never met but always known staring back? how meryl’s desire to help others and be a journalist always seemed to run deeper than she could explain? how when she hears the name Milly, there’s a strange sense if familiarity ghat flashes in her mind? how when he was a kid, wolfwood met livio and already felt like he had known this man his entire life? how wolfwood felt a similar way after seeing the fuckers that ran him over? how the reason vash trusted his eyes and saw him as a good man was cause of distant memories clinging onto his heart? how vash can’t help but feel like nai has been stuck on a loop for lifetimes but still feel the need to try and help him because he can just feel in his bones that it’ll work? how vash’s anger against the world has simmered down even when he began his life on the new planet because his bones were already dry from centuries of sand and dust? how when meryl meets vash, she can’t help but quickly believe in and fight alongside him because she can still hear his laughter in old bars after saving town after town after town while being chased out? how roberto saw the three of his travel companions alongside each other and could probably also sense a bond that went beyond time itself? it’s insane really how well this works.
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@mr-prism
I want to say he'd be really boring (as I drew him back in February of 2019 or something around then while dying at the beach) like so? But! I have a feeling he'd also be very okay with various additions?? like I would have given him a very boring coconut dagger attack because he's just too done in by the heat to want to do much else.
However, there's also the fun route of him just being very okay with heat despite not being used to it because he can simply regular his own temp due to ice. So that could lead to him having a mage build where he's just happy to not be working at running a kingdom and it's like... him making fun ice magic at the beach to represent either his siblings and Nifl or something? Or giving him a big hat like Nifl has would be fun, too.
I don't honestly know what I like more,,, him dying to the heat or being absolutely thrilled the heat doesn't actually bother him much. (in 2019 he was very much dying though)
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