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#idk how well this post will do but go figure
hey
Tw: toxic perceptions ig
So i've been figuring my gender out lately and it's a soup, to put it that way
I mostly feel neutral, usually, like I don't think of myself as anything.
But then the way others perceive me shows up (im afab) and ohhh holy crap
I have a rather androgynous presentation and... yeah people get judgy( 'come on you're a girl!! Act like it!') And thats when I realise: no im not a girl
But there are also days when i dont care and just go "yeah i could"
And then there are days when I snap, hearing that.
And then there's also genderfuck culture and me loving to play around with my presentation and sometimes I just dunno anymore
I want to be able to show up like a freaking masc vagabond one day, all overshirts and layers and cargo loose jeans and stubble
Then I want a nice tight classy red dress and makeup and roses and dancing and stuff
The problem here might be with gender roles i learned/ i could be nonconforming cis and thats it
It's so confusing idk anymore
Identity basis: im fucked up I dunno
Now, ik this is messy and im sorry if it's triggering and I didn't mark it correctly
But opinions?
Also some fashion tips plssss
Tyssm
I feel you match the label genderfluid pretty well, but if that doesn't feel comfortable to you, my look into genderflux, or identities along that nature.
Some fashion tips: Sports bras if you can't get binders. I only recommend wearing two at once if you're going to wear more than one, but they make your chest look smaller. Also BAGGY SHIRTS. Baggy shirts are your best friend for chest dysphoria. You can also look up some makeup tutorials to look more masculine if you do makeup. I don't really get bottom dysphoria, so I don't know how to help there, but I hope the rest of the post was helpful
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awientan · 28 days
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sudden warmup drawing after posting a few posts then dipping
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just the outline cause i relaly like ieyt
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kenmaiii · 1 month
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oomf right honestly drawing faves and ocs like ponies is fun :3. pretty slay for a first attempt i think
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ff2-soda-pop · 9 months
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do you ever just dedicate an entire canvas to practicing how to draw one single character and Nothing Else-
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decidentia · 4 months
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Inside me are two wolves.  One feels like mains hint at an (uncomfy, at least for me) sort of exclusivity.  The other thinks that having mains might help with focus.
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sn0wbat · 3 months
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alright, question. because this post is getting very long.
i've still got a couple more pages left of this, and this is kinda the first time i've been adding onto a comic arc in real time on tumblr. so i'd just like to hear opinions
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finnpeach · 1 year
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Home - Vash
hm are any of us surprised i churned this out at 1 am because i binged this show and couldn’t sleep? no? me neither
Anyway, *SPOILERS* ahead for Trigun Stampede (I’d say if you’ve seen episode 8 you’re safe), but nothing too crazy. This takes place in one of the random 150 years of Vash’s adventures. Enjoy Vash finding out he’s allergic to lavender and being the best boy ☺️
Also, sorry if some of these characters don’t act very canon. I’ve only seen Trigun Stampede and not the original or the manga and thus am kinda guesstimating how these characters would act in this scenario
Vash hasn’t visited Home in nearly twenty years. Even though time doesn't really have any meaning to him, it does to the people he cares about, so he can’t help but feel a little guilty as he approaches the ship. He knows he should come by more often to visit, and that Brad and Luida and the rest of the Home team would love to see him, but he can’t help but feel like a burden every time he does.
His cybernetic arm is hanging by little more than a thread, torn apart in a recent brawl over yet another plant that he’d only narrowly managed save. He’s exhausted. His arm hangs uselessly at his side, only jolting with the occasional shocking twitch.
To his luck, Brad and Luida are out of cryosleep and both wrap him up in a warm embrace as he walks through the ship’s doors, nearly sweeping him off his feet.
“Vash!” They both cry. Warmth spreads through Vash’s chest as Brad ruffles his hair and Luida buries her face in his shoulder. He remembers the days when he used to look up at them as a child, but now he towers over them.
“How have you been? Are you all right? We were hoping to see you this time when we woke up,” Luida says. She looks older, maybe in her late 40s now, and Brad looks about the same. Their hair is beginning to become streaked with white, and deep wrinkles have already set across their faces. It’s part of the reason he hates coming back here, to see them getting older while he stays eternally young.
“I’m okay, I missed you both. Have you been well?” Even though his arm is killing him, he doesn’t want to bring it up yet. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of being welcomed home and seeing friendly faces, seeing the pride and affection and love in their eyes. If only he could bottle up this feeling and take it with him.
“Yes, we’ve been— Christ, Vash, what’ve you done to your arm this time?” Brad finally takes notice when a spark of electricity spikes off his arm. He gently picks up the appendage, turning it over in his hands with a practised grace.
“Ah-ha, well, about that…” He grins sheepishly, cheeks burning red as he scratches the back of his head. “I saved the hand this time, though!”
Brad rolls his eyes and starts walking towards his room, waving him along. “C’mon, I’ve got my tools in your room, as usual. Luida, we’ll be done in time for dinner.”
“Don’t take too long! I want to catch up with Vash too!” Luida calls after them. Vash turns to give her a beaming smile and a wave goodbye before following Brad down the hall.
It feels so good to be Home.
A couple of hours later and lots of admonishing from Brad, Vash’s arm is beginning to regain feeling again.
“You should go out into the garden and see the new flora that Luida has been working on,” Brad tells him as he’s bent over his forearm. He’s just putting on the last of the stabilising touches to make it “Vash-proof”, as he calls it.
“There’s this new one called lavender. It’s got a long, thin stem and purple bunches of petals at the top. The humans on Earth used to use it for its calming effects. Smells great too. Go check it out, but make sure you’re back in time for dinner.”
One more flourish with welding tool, and he’s done. Brad pushes himself out of the chair, swiping his palms together. “And take better care of that arm!”
Vash chuckles, flexing his left hand. The joints feel better already. “Thank you, Brad. I’ll go take a look.”
He slides into his coat and follows Brad out of the room before making his own way down to the garden. The path is so familiar to him, he could do it with his eyes closed.
The garden looks gorgeous as it always has. It’s sunset now, creating a golden, rose-tinted shadow across the flora. He walks down the stone path, taking note of the new blue flora popping up, a new tree that's grown, before he finds the lavender that Brad had been speaking about.
Huh, Vash hadn’t expected it to look like that. It looks more like a bush or a tumbleweed than an actual flower. He bends down to get a closer look.
The purple petals are so stunning that he almost doesn’t notice the itch blossoming in his nose. He reaches his hand out to touch the stem, then feels the soft petals with the pad of his finger. Ah, that’s the scent that Brad mentioned. He loves it. It smells light and clean.
He rubs at his nose as he bends closer to the plant. He doesn’t dare break off a stem to get it closer to his face, so instead he crouches into a squat to lean forward and smell it.
It does feel calming. Vash can see why the humans on Earth liked it so much. Craving more, he inhales deeply through his nose just as the itch becomes too much to bear—
“Hih’iTSHhh! Hh.. H’TSCHhh!” The two sneezes catch him by surprise. He has to catch himself on the ground to avoid losing his balance.
Shaking his head, he sniffles and paws at his nose, which is beginning to take on a pink flush. How strange, he thinks. Must be something in the air. Usually only dust and the desert sand makes him sneeze, but there’s none of that in here.
He wants to sniff the lavender again and reaches out to feel the petals, but the itch has buried itself deeper in his nose. His breath catches in his chest, his aquamarine eyes slipping shut as his lips draw back over his teeth—
“H’TSH’itsch! Hh.. hihh— h’ITSCHhh’ue! Hh’eHTSSHhh’iu!” The last sneeze is so forceful that it makes him lose his balance. He falls back on his ass and tumbles flat on his back. His glasses are askew on his pink, irritated nose. Allergic tears fill his eyes as he stares up at the rose sunset sky.
Can he be allergic to flora? Or perhaps it’s this one in particular? He’s never had such a reaction to flora before, even in Rem’s garden.
Vash sniffles and rubs at his nose, which has now started to run. Instead of abating the itch, it only serves to set him off again— “H’ITSHhhiew! Haah.. heh-hh! H’ihdTSShh!”
It must be the lavender that's causing this. He can’t help but feel a bit sad, because he had really liked the scent of the lavender. Maybe Luida will have some medicine to offset the symptoms.
He lays there on the ground for a while, staring up at the sky, feeling a swirl of melancholy and happiness in his chest. Those two emotions seem to be the familiar, funny feeling that he always carries with him, even when he's back on the ship.
He stays there, sneezing occasionally and sniffling, until Luida calls for him for dinner. She chides at him for laying on the ground and says he’ll catch a cold like that, which makes him grin. He lets her shoo him inside and down the corridor towards the dining hall. Vash can’t help but revel in the tenderness he feels at her gentle reprimands, the way she fixes his hair or dusts off his coat or gives him one last hug before they enter the dining hall, because it all feels like Home.
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kaurwreck · 4 hours
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I cannot relate when people talk about being unable to distinguish comorbid symptoms, at least not to the same degree. I have mine fairly parsed, including where they overlap and exacerbate each other, in part because of how aggressively I've pursued treatment while also staggering it in such a way that allowed me and my psychs to identify the separate disorders.
#this isnt anti self diagnosis either#i correctly self diagnosed before getting actually diagnosed#idk i approached my mental health treatment like a virgo enneagram one for lack of a more succinct way of saying#“aggressively and with a hyperfocus on self improvement”#sometimes i assume what im doing is average and then my mental health team reminds me that no i am Atypical#i will never forget telling my therapist i should stop saying im built different#and her replying with “normally i would agree but... well....”#also im CONSTANTLY learning new things about myself and my conditions#this isnt to imply i have everything figured out#if im ever not learning anything new about myself then im stagnating#nor is it like implying there's a right or wrong way to go about this sort of thing#it's just an observation and an admission that i often cant relate to a lot of posts and convos even about my specific diagnoses#the amount of times people with my same illnesses have attempted to neurotypical karen me or who have implied i dont really have them#is Many#like more than youd think and in both irl and online spaces#generally over innocuous things but all because they dont think im expressing my illnesses right#and the fact of the matter is ive had medical professionals tell me that while my symptoms are textbook - how i express them isnt always#it's a neutral observation but one that sometimes leaves me like a little out of my depth in more general convos about mental illnesses
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therealraeweber · 29 days
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Art school is so completely draining and deflating some times
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whumpacabra · 1 month
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help girl (gender neutral) there’s a jansenist monk in my brain being mean to me
#not whump#personal#beans speaks#which is to say I’m fighting the moral ocd allegations and. well. not losing but I’d rather be winning.#obv I try to write abt the topics I do with care/a narrative purpose. idk just like.#the hyper vigilance of ‘am I writing torture apologia? am I writing about real world horrors for entertainment purposes?’ is getting to me#which don’t get me wrong I want to reflect on my writing I want to check myself if my post 9/11 right wing upbringing is showing.#I’ve been working on unlearning a lot of shit for a while and I’m happy to keep doing so.#just that sometimes I stress myself out to the point where (and I know it’s a cop out and not viable) I just want someone to tell me#if and where I fuck up instead of constantly screening everything I write for anything Problematic™#which like I said. not viable and I need to keep learning to keep unlearning everything I grew up in. but still.#sometimes I’m tired and scared of myself and don’t want to make anything that hurts anyone#and it’s easier to make nothing than to make something that I need to go over with a fine toothed comb#which again - that’s a cop out and I gotta keep making stuff. just. idk. having debates in my head abt how I depict things w critics that#don’t currently exist and maybe never will so I know it’s just a Bad Brain kinda day.#edit: lmao I figured out what triggered me I am literally just in an emotional flashback struggle trauma is so fucking stupid yall
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trustiskingandqueen · 1 month
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Izzy x Wee John, 2k Calypso's Birthday missing scene <3 sensual and romantic but not explicit
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“Maybe,” he says. “Show me how you do it?”
Wee John gives him a smile. “Be a dear and pass me that little gold pot over there.”
He nudges against Izzy’s shoulder, radiating warmth. “Lean over a little, I need the front row seat here. Then it’ll be your turn,” he says, steering Izzy away by the hips and taking the stool. There’s no denying the simmering heat in the pit of Izzy's stomach. New flavor.
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If someone wants to send some nice words my way, it’d be greatly appreciated right now 🫣🫣🥺
(anxiety thoughts in the tags)
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orcelito · 9 months
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Ykno the common critique I've seen around is that trimax fights r hard to follow & such. And I've always had the kind of thought of like "I mean sometimes it can be confusing, but if u stop to study it it's really not that bad"
Having a fight analysis post kinda blow up tho I'm seeing ppl comment over and over in the tags about how hard it is to keep up with the fights... and I'm just like. Is it really that confusing? Like genuinely. I thought it was one of those overblown fan critiques but it seems like a Lot of people agree with it.
#speculation nation#in the original manga Yea fights were pretty hard. took me a Lot of squinting to figure out what actually happened with the Nebraskas#but idk most of the fights r just vibes. u follow along and feel what the characters r feeling and the fine details dont matter.#a lot of times i do end up flipping back and forth between pages bc there r details revealed later on that make earlier things make sense#or just looking for clarification. that kind of thing.#so yeah it kinda does take some work to fully understand it but i kinda figured that's like... how manga fights go...#i much prefer this over the common shounen trope of stopping the fight to explain every single move that's done#so im just like 'come ON i already understood it!!! can we keep going already????'#is it the fact that nightow doesnt do this that makes it so confusing??? so ppl dont get the play by play as it happens???#this all probably sounds obnoxious but im just genuinely trying to make sense of it.#i guess im also just a perceptive person when im paying attention to smth. maybe that's what it ultimately boils down to.#one person commented saying theyd kill if i did play by plays for all the trimax fights lol#i probably wont for All of them bc that sounds like quite a project#but if another catches my attention in this same sorta way... then maybe.#i guess understanding nightow's fights is a skill. probably at least partially assisted by being able to read the sound effects.#oh yeah. that's another thing lol. i can read the sound effects. and that especially helps with knowing how many shots there are#stuff like that. 🤔 yea i dunno. i wasnt expecting that post to get so many notes.#but it's well over 400 now and still counting. waking up to 99+ notifications is... an experience lmao
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joshuaalbert · 1 year
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tbh i do think changeling jack would have been a better option like. first of all i think just actually sticking to the changeling plot, rather than the antagonists being the changelings and the borg in an alliance that i guess doesn’t not make sense but ultimately brushes aside the changeling stuff at the end probably would have been better, but i also think there’s some potentially interesting stuff in there. again with the caveat that this is kind of operating off of like...not totally changing the setup but trying to do something better with the same beginning.
like ok loose concept 20 years prior to ep 1 beverly picks up this kid while she’s on a mission in the wake of the dominion war and initially doesn’t know he’s a shapeshifter or anything, just that he’s a child who needs help. he’s on her ship for a while and she gets kind of attached to him, especially when he shows an early interest in medical stuff, but at some point she gets confronted by some subset of starfleet that’s after him, and it comes out that he’s a changeling who did something bad in an attempt to escape capture by starfleet and they’re here to take him back.
and like. she’s gotten to know him, and she feels protective of this kid and she believes he was genuinely acting out of fear and possibly reacting to mistreatment, whereas their charges seem. kind of questionable? they feel like the result of paranoia in the wake of the dominion war and she doesn’t trust the people that are going to bring him in to treat him fairly, and she’s already somewhat more disillusioned with starfleet than she used to be because she’s already lost one son to starfleet ideals and is starting to regard jack as another, so that questioning really gets kicked into overdrive here on a broader scale. she makes the choice to protect this kid that she’s gotten attached to and they escape, but they have to go on the run, and that’s why she’s been off the grid for so long. she raises him, and they do their medical thing, but eventually they run into trouble and she doesn’t know where else to turn, so she reaches out to picard and tells him not to involve starfleet (both because they’re potentially compromised but also because her trust in them is still not at an all time high)
and then also since that’s dealing with the dominion war and that story belongs to ds9 i would have loved to bring back sisko (probably like. as at least a 2-3 episode arc, one of which replaces the episode w/ro laren bc i love her and all but she deserved better and we could have made the points that were made there in other ways). like. put him face to face with picard for the first time since the ds9 pilot and have them reassess each other after this time. i don’t know exactly how i’d see that dynamic playing out but i think bringing them back together to try to negotiate a threat would be super interesting AND like. i would really love to see picard going to sisko for advice about fatherhood tbh. maybe picard has read jake’s work and is familiar with the fact that they have a very close relationship so in trying to bond with jack he realizes sisko could be a really good person to learn from, even if they’ve had personal struggles in the past (and even if they’re never like Friends now). idk feels like a way to bring sisko back in and give him some closure that would have worked thematically on multiple levels.
like idk i dont have a whole plot seeing as ive been thinking about this for. not very long. but by focusing more on the changeling plot and giving it personal relevance we can focus on questioning starfleet and the federation, and how having to question these things picard has dedicated his whole life to affects his identity, but ideally to me the conflict would be one that shows the potential for positive change.
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cuz-reasons · 3 months
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ive just realized that my blog title is actually really funny with the new pfp
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psy-ay-ay · 4 months
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every time i look up any gynecological research i wanna start murdering people
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