GOOOOOODDD MORNING MURDER DRONES FANS (it is currently 2:50 am while I’m writing this)
Have this lovely piece of traditional art of murder drones I spent 6-7 hours on (yes my body hurts)
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Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.
The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.
"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."
And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.
Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.
That person was a child.
I was a child.
It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.
I'm not ashamed.
I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.
I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.
If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.
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pix if you're reading this or scrolling the tag or whatever, hi loved the finale you've really outdone yourself this season! worldbuilding and anthropology is a huge interest of mine as well, and it's been amazing watching you and the other emperors craft a pretty damn hefty and amazing sequel to empires s1. despite all the lore and the Copper King crumbs though my favorite part of the series has to have been Winchester the dodo. thank you for the he. also we are all looking at you like this
- Sincerely,
Me and Probably Most Of The Rest of the Fandom
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fainted at my favorite coffeeshop today and a yogi half caught me and made me sit with her for ten minutes while I drank herbal tea she got me and lectured me on the importance of drinking water and taking care of myself
(big sigh) so anyway, au where—
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btw when I turn up the color temperature on a tumblr screenshot so it becomes all yellow-y it's because I'm steeping it in Piss
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going forward I think movies/TV shows should cast beyond the stereotypical body type when it comes to superheroes
you open up the possibility to tell so many more stories and have opportunities to be inclusive
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