#what do you even call this

[yomeiu]

死にたがり  

[orbital-inclination]

🐠 🐠 Last day of Mermay :')

[binart]

ha ha ha anyway i'm going to go see my doctor soon EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

[viscera-doodles]

what do u even call this... labrun? the autism trio? damn idk

[stygiovictoria]

making things like this is actually really fun so enjoy

[jellyjaws]

And now cue Charlie reaching down Zoe’s throat with probably the largest arms a person can have

this is just hilariously grotesque to me but maybe it does something for somebody

kofi

[jojotier]

the bot deleted this post hello???

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[twobehonest]

Kyouran x Tomoya been on the mind so I drew them.

Scurries off into rat den

[nutmegpoid]

you ever like think about jokes people would make when you were like 14 that like bordered on making fun of people for pointless shit and even if you didn't make the jokes yourself you were kinda just like "haha yeah sure" cuz it was a common joke, you didn't think much of it

but now when you hear it from the same people whatever years later and you're like. oh. we're still on this, huh. and you see like actual companies joke about it sometimes and you're like. oh this kinda sucks. actually.

[rjalker]

they think that saying "I love you" will make all of their problems disappear, will make all the hard decisions disappear, will make all of the pain and suffering and consequences disappear, but it doesn't. It's just words.

Saying, "I love you" does not stop you from hurting the person you're saying them to. It does not grant you forgiveness or righteousness. It does not mean you are doing the right thing. It doesn't make you the hero.

Saying, "I love you" doesn't undo or make right any of the things you've done wrong.

Saying, "I love you" doesn't mean you get a happy ending now. It doesn't mean your problems are gone. It doesn't fix anything.

It can't solve anything. It doesn't magically fix relationships, because it has nothing to do with what caused the problem in the first place.

The Doctor telling Charley, "I love you" does not make up for what he did.

Charley telling the Doctor, "I love you" does not fix what has gone wrong between them because whether or not they're in love with each other has no bearing on the issue.

It's not a matter of "okay, if I say it back then it means that things are okay between us after all." because no, it doesn't. Him saying it in the first place did not help anything. It was just an excuse.

He made his decision. And saying "I love you" did not change that decision or the consequences of it. It did nothing to help. He did nothing to help. He made his choice and his choice led to nothing but pain for everyone around him.

The Doctor telling Charley, "I love you" does not negate the cruelty of what he did when he said it. It doesn't make what he did, to Charley or to the TARDIS, okay.

Charley telling the Doctor, "I love you" does not mean that she wasn't hurt and it's all perfectly fine now and not a problem. She refuses to ever acknowledge when she's really hurt or in pain or scared, and this is just a continuation of that, only now instead of pretending it didn't happen, she's pretending that if she says it back, it makes it okay.

Except it doesn't, and it's not okay. It never will be.

[starry-wren]

drew on my hand in class today cuz I was bored.

[13beachesxx]

i can't believe i've had to learn who sam hyde is. doja why you like this

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[no-barbies-for-quitters]

the overwhelming urge to collect things and hang things on the walls and have little piles all over the floor as some sort of sign that i have interests and likes and a personality and i exist due to some deep rooted fear of being left behind and forgotten

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[bookshelfdreams]

yk when you see someone share a finished handmade item that they clearly spent a lot of time and money on and it's just. The absolute tackiest thing you have seen in your life. And then you ask yourself why someone would waste all those resources on such an eyesore.

(no, of course you can't relate to that because you're a much nicer person than me)

In any case.

BEHOLD!

A wool coat!

The top fabric is handwoven and handspun, the whole thing is sewn by hand, too.

Leftovers. Barely anything, all things considered, which is very satisfying.

This thing took me well over 3 years to make, on and off. And now I'm done.

Thank you for your attention.