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✍️ "when did you get started writing?" (For the ask game)

Oh god... first grade?

My grade school experience was ass but one thing that was good about my otherwise detestable elementary school was they had this program wherein you could write/illustrate your own "book" and they would bind it and put it in the library in a special section.

I don't remember what specifically I did, I just know I did it fairly regularly.

Writing was the only time I felt in control of my life, at any point from first grade through high school. I was a prey kid most of my young life, and while that changed when I went to high school in another city, my bipolar hitting critical mass kept my day to day life chaotic. When things were calmest for me was whenever I could hole up with a notebook, or spend the 5 hour trip to my grandparents' bayou home looking out the car window and making up scenes.

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Love when whumpee gets severely injured, beaten within an inch of their life, trying to protect a loved one. Then when they wake up in medical care, they immediately bolt up and demand to see who they protected, as whumpee didn't know if they were safe before whumpee was knocked unconscious. Whumpee needs to be held down before they injure themselves further, but they keep struggling, repeating "I need to see them, I need to see them" over and over. Whumpee is only calmed down when someone fetches their loved one, and whumpee can finally hug them, knowing they're both safe now.

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Tell me honestly what you think about when you’re laying in bed to sleep. What’s your version of counting sheep

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whumpy hints

some tiny details that tickle the whump senses

• dark circles, bloodshot eyes

• falling asleep fully clothed, possibly with jacket and shoes still on, legs/feet hanging off the foot of the bed or sprawled half-on half-off a couch

• the “oh shit, i’m gonna faint/nevermind i’m good” face (and aborted grab for nearest solid object or person)

• a character losing their footing for a moment on rough terrain. someone reaching out to grab them so they don’t fall and they both hold on for a hot second

• closing their eyes and leaning into a gentle touch

• shaky hands, shaky voice

• falling asleep at their desk at work/tucked away in an odd place

• doing things that are out of character & having others start to notice: losing their cool, being extra chipper or extra quiet, jumpy

• zoning out

• someone getting between them and whoever they’re having a heated exchange with, gently pushing them back with a hand against their chest or shoulder

• slipping out of sight from the others to lean against a wall, tip their head back and close their eyes

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I wish more fanartists would put their work on AO3. Just followed an artist who organizes their work by making a series for Fandom X, and within that, they have multi-chapter works for different ships & gen. Every new chapter is just their latest image for that subject.

It's been so delightful not to have to wade through social media algorithms and endless ads.

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writing really genuinely dog shit fic and posting it anyway because life is short and you wrote it out of love and for no other motivations and seeing people read it and be nice about it anyway feels like this

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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Nile Monitor (Varanus niloticus), family Varanidae, Pilanesberg National Park, South Africa

photograph by Ruth Rising

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sam johnson

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I wanted to post some more of the silly comics I've drawn of my cat

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the first draft is allowed to be bad. the second draft is also allowed to be bad. unfortunately, the third draft now owes me rent and a will to live

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Moments..

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We❤it.

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ur cute but r u good for my mental health or my spiritual health?? (via weheartit)