#yipee explodes

[anaizzzen]

more peri !

[slumbergoblin]

Waffles... Waffles you got me to do this... unedited:

[medicalunprofessional]

flood

~♫

[shyshyaaaaaa]

Cooking stuff up rn, take my little drafts for their heads :3 (jekyll and hyde for my au yipee!)

I have come up with so many different reasons as to why Hyde doesn’t wear the glasses. One of my most recent ideas is that the glasses simply just don’t fit on his bigger nose. Haha.

Anyway this is me dipping my feet more into the “look basically the same” idea. The idea is basically js to make Hyde look like a younger Jekyll to the point you could guess he was his son, which is the kind of assumption Utterson would probably make 😭 I want them to be so similar that when Utterson sees Hyde’s face for the first time like in the book he’d have anime flashbacks to when he and Jekyll were younger. because thats js funny to me.

but yeah. they have to be different enough for it to be reasonable that you wouldnt question it at first glance, but similar enough that you could believe there’d be some skeptics. a very hard balance but im managing for now 😭

also js fyi im kinda js drawing this to get down their hair and colours and not including the more detailed body horror stuff i have planned. like realistically hydes eyelids shouldnt be able to come down according to the rules i made for the transformation in the au but like im js trying to figure stuff out. when i do draw the actual body horror stuff, itll be disgusting and detailed, dont worry :3

[apheliia]

kaeya & family line!reader...... ough 🥺

[goobie-goob]

DRAW TANGO ‼️‼️‼️

The blorbo.

[mmmm-burnt-eggs]

Don't think about Pufferfish.

Don't think about Pufferfish exploding!

DON'T THINK OF PUFFERFISH EXPLODING AND SAYING "YIPEEE!!!"!! PLEASE!!!

PLEASE JUST DON'T THINK ABOUT PUFFERFISH EXPLODING

🐡 DO NOT

[crustyfloor]

YES i need more evangelion x ALNST parallels. i've been saying this forever. Mizisua as kawoshin and IvanTill as Asurei. SHINJI AND ASUKA AND MIZI AND TILL PARALLELS!!!! keekekekehree

[squoobest]

good morning

[keter2]

Piloting a Schneider AC is so fun until you run out of EN and it's very suddenly not

[naenaex0xx]

sigh. brain. exploded

[thagoldennugget]

✦ All ears ✦

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numb little bug

I want to start this off by saying—loud and proud—I am a BIG believer in mental health treatment, medication, therapy, Reiki, moon water, yelling into the void... whatever it takes to feel okay again when you’re not.

That said, this is not a post about bashing meds. This is a post about finding the right ones—and the very real hell of wandering through the wrong ones like you're in the world's most depressing pharmacy-themed escape room.

For years, I was in and out of medication. I always had this mental image of the version of me I wanted to be—happy, light, energetic, sarcastic in a charming way (not the burnt-out feral goblin flavor). And for a while, I was that person. I was active, smiling, fun, present. A good mom, a good friend, a good me.

Then life did that thing it does. You know, where it sucker punches you and then asks why you’re crying.

Between COVID, burnout, isolation, and the thousand papercuts of adulthood, I slowly became a version of myself I didn’t recognize. Introverted became full-on hermit. I hated leaving the house. Hated even thinking about it. I was trapped in a cycle: Work. Home. Despair. Insomnia. Repeat.

And because life wasn’t spicy enough, I started drinking way too much and mentally berating myself for not “getting it together.” I thought, I used to be strong. I used to be fun. I used to laugh more. So, like any exhausted, overwhelmed, emotionally constipated healthcare worker, I went to the doctor.

We ran through the Greatest Hits: insomnia, panic attacks, depression, that “everything is wrong but I’m still somehow functioning” vibe. I’d always been high-strung, perfectionistic, a bit of a control freak (Type A, but make it spicy). Eventually I was tested for ADHD and autism—and surprise! My brain’s just a limited-edition collector’s item.

I left with a pile of prescriptions and a flicker of hope that maybe this was the start of getting myself back.

At first? Magic. I was sleeping. I wasn’t panicking. I didn’t care so much if the towels weren’t folded the “correct” way (and that’s saying something). But… I still wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel like me. I felt numb. And yeah, numb can feel like “better” compared to raw despair—but eventually, it’s just another prison.

New meds, new hope, same result.

I was exhausted no matter how long I slept. I was hiding in bed from my own life. I watched my dogs—who just wanted to play with me—lay by my bed like little furry emotional support sentinels. My kids needed me, and I couldn’t reach them from whatever fog I was buried in.

It got dark. Really dark. Like “do I even want to keep doing this?” dark.

I finally sat with my little cocktail of pills and wondered: what if part of what’s wrong is right here in this pile? SSRI after SSRI, they numbed me, but never healed me.

So I did what you’re not supposed to do (don’t be like me, seriously), and I stopped everything except my sleeping meds. Withdrawal was like fighting a demon in a Walmart parking lot with flip-flops on—but eventually, I surfaced. And something weird happened.

I started to feel… better.

But of course, life tossed another curveball and my anxiety and panic attacks came storming back in like they were late for a meeting. So I went back to the doctor, hat in hand, feeling like an idiot. Another SSRI. Round four. Spoiler: it did not fix me. I was back to dragging myself out of bed, missing out on life, watching time with my kids and dogs vanish into a medicated haze.

So yeah, I finally said, enough. We tried a different class—an SNRI this time, with Wellbutrin in the mix.

And then…

I. Woke. Up.

Like really woke up.

I felt rested without a pharmacy’s worth of pills. I cleaned my kitchen at 10 p.m. because I wanted to. I started talking with my kids again, asking questions about their lives and actually being present. I didn’t cancel plans last-minute. I walked the dogs. I got up the first time my alarm rang. I didn't feel like I was existing in some doomsday fog. I started living again.

The worst part of feeling good again is realizing how long you didn’t. How much you missed. How much of yourself you lost—and how alone you felt in that hollow space.

And I’ll be honest, I still wake up wondering if it’ll slip away again. If it’ll all fade back into the haze of too-much-and-not-enough.

Because here’s the truth people don’t talk about enough: not all meds work the same for everyone. SSRIs, SNRIs, tricyclics… it’s all trial and error. And error. And another error. And then maybe a win.

You think you’re doing everything right—taking your meds, seeing your doctor, checking all the boxes—and you still feel like a ghost in your own life. And worse, no one gets it. They don’t understand why you can’t just “come out,” or “go for a walk,” or “snap out of it.” They don’t understand the bone-deep shame of missing your kid’s milestones because you were too tired or anxious to get off the couch. They don’t get that you want to do things, but your brain has other plans—usually involving doom spirals or hiding under weighted blankets.

But if you’re in that space right now, let me say this: Don’t settle for half of you.

Keep going. Try the next thing. Advocate for yourself like your life depends on it—because sometimes, it really does.

I’m still on medication. I’ll likely always be. But now, I’m on the right ones. And for the first time in years, I feel like myself again.

Not numb. Not empty. Not just surviving.

Me. Whole. Here. Living.

And that… makes all the difference.

Source: numb little bug

[gaysaito]

running round in circles excitedly I CANT WAIT TO PLAY PATHO 2 FOR REAL

[steve-withaburger]

[hootbon]

Guys I actually love her so much and I’m begging for them to drop her after burning spice, I think I’m going to explode

Also the first one was a birthday gift!! I don’t know if they’re on tumblr or not but YIPEE

[thagoldennugget]

OUGHH THEM. THEM

hes definitely on his tippy toes