6 months of unpaid labour moodboard

im shaking about everything happening in rafah right now. i can’t imagine so distressed they’re blowing them to smithereens, you can see the refugees hands and toros and legs blown apart. they’ve concentrated everyone into one area and at 3am in the morning they bombed them, threw bombs all over them. at the same time at that same moment israel aired an ad on the superbowl painting themselves the victim. saying they need to get the refugees home. they rejected the hostage exchange peace plan offered by hamas. they rejected a hostage exchange. they rejected the hostage exchange. they rejected the hostage exchange. saying it would be done soon. and now they carpet bomb the civilian refugees that they ordered to be concentrated into one area. in the past hour alone 30 confirmed martyrs. 60 confirmed martyrs. now possibly a 100 confirmed martyrs. the death is outrunning the time on the clock. it’s all just so much. it’s so heartbreaking and cruel. and still there are people in the world blaming us for all this. blaming palestinians for all this. how will they explain it? maybe cnn or the BBC or the guardian will say “100+ Palestinians found dead after being caught in artillery fire” they won’t say we’re killed, targeted, murdered, bombed. they won’t even say we’re human even if our guts and brain matter are stuck on the floor. i’m losing my mind.

Why the fuck am I the way I am

struggling with this piece and every time i open layers i get jump scared by how the coloring looks

reposting ANGRILY.

in the club crying sobbing wailing screaming

post ep 11

hey. you. put your tiny OC in a fancy birdcage. with a giant looming over them perhaps. do it it’s good for them it’s like enrichment

real wildnerness is growing rarer and rarer. you are expected to be within reach of your phone at all times unless you are asleep. give us your email and address and phone so we can contact you anytime all the time. vacation has to be earned. free time has to be earned. life has to be earned. preach compassion but don't know how to exercise it. everybody wants to be loved unconditionally but loves with one foot out the door. there are so many rules. we are going backwards and sprinting forwards but in the wrong ways. none of the things i used to love make me feel anything because im worried all the time. is anybody else feeling it. we're hurtling towards something and i want to jump out

Ok Inertia came in swinging with a beat that slaps so hard I forgot to duck and was knocked on my ass by the force that is the last two verses.

Skunks

A skunk had died on the road in front of my house when I was 15, it had been run over.

It was there for 2 or so weeks, and I saw it every day going to and from the bus stop.

Every day, it was less and less of what it used to be.

A tiny ball of black fur that you could smell a street away. The spray making you call out "Oh a skunk died!" As you drove by.

2 weeks.

And I saw it every day.

I saw the worms that formed in its belly.

Saw the vulture that picked from it.

Its bones were tiny, much smaller than ours. Of course, it was a skunk. A rodent. A creature so insignificant to us, even a nuisance to some, that we know its demise by smell and all we do is cheerfully declare its death and scrunch our nose in disgust just after.

Is that what I am?

Is that what they thought of me when I disappeared?

Did they hear of my attempt, and turn their nose up in disgust?

Did they cheerfully declare my death, and sigh in disappointment when I was confirmed to be alive still?

Were you happy when you no longer saw my face?

Could you see my bones as the time passed? Did you feel my absence? Did you see the worms that grew in my belly next to the Clonidine and water?

Did you know you were the vulture?

Or is all you remember the tiny stain of pink that was all that remained of my memory?

Do you shudder at my smell, at the faint remembrances of when I was around, causing you so much trouble that you had to bite at my throat and tear the sinew apart?

Am I bones or am I alive to you?

I am a skunk, not a rabbit. Not a wolf. I am a skunk. A creature to be declared a triumphant kill and to poked at with the stick long after my skin and fur has rotted.

I am the thing that you would know blind, in silence. And that you only hope goes away.

In the summer sun I am the odor that lingers for the memory of a desperate little rodent just trying to make it to other side.

I cannot be anything more.

I quite like skunks. They're just trying to live too.

Matheo giving up knowing that the chemist will just follow him wherever for whatever reason.

(I watched a gif for "no" in ASL and I apologize if I drew it wrong I don't know how I would draw a gesture in still art so uh.... please be lenient ?? I tried)

quick n easy list of gentle coping mechanisms for bad mental health days / neurodivergent understimulation episodes!! some are more applicable to one or the other but when i'm feeling particularly like a tiger in a too-small enclosure i find doing at least a couple of these things helps me so much

drink water. basic, but annoyingly effective

eat a snack. same as above

stretch! even just some laying down stretches like pulling on your arms and knees (in fact, here's a great tiktok series for "depression stretches" and workouts/physical stimulation you can do laying down/without much movement)

music/podcasts/video essays. your favorite playlist you haven't listened to in a while, a podcast you like/have been meaning to start (i listen to podcasts while i'm drawing!)

draw/color! if you don't wanna draw, a coloring book is always fun. i actually prefer kids' ones.

read a book. i prefer physical books bc i know i'll get sucked back into the social media scrolling for hours if i try to read on my phone. i also recommend a nice tea/hot chocolate/juice with this one.

video games. this can be anything from minecraft to destiny 2, but i usually never give myself time for these, even when i have it (stuck in that phone scrolling). a more action-packed game for mental understimulation, maybe a more mellow one for a bad depression episode.

shower. i am fully aware this tends to take a lot of spoons but even just sitting under running water ALWAYS makes me feel better when i can manage it. it also helps me with adhd overstimulation!

clean/organize. this sounds counterintuitive but i actually do enjoy organizing stuff for understimulation, and cleaner workspaces help with the depression. even if it's something as simple as "put all the pencils on the desk back into the pencil cup."

puzzles/brain games. this one is almost exclusively for mental understimulation but once i get going it makes my depression SO MUCH BETTER, TOO. my niche is getting myself some algebra sheets but this can be anything from math to jigsaws to crosswords to word searches!! some kind of problem solving that engages your brain and requires focus. this one is my favorite because i find it really grounding.

playing an instrument. this is in the same vein as the last one! again, my personal niche is the piano, but this could be any sort of thing. in fact this could even be substituted for some kind of alt hobby all together, like knitting or crocheting or something! again, mostly for understimulation, but gives me the serotonin boost to get through the depression stuff as well.

this is all i have for my list, but i'd love for anyone to reblog and add their own stuff!!

as someone who very very much *could* have been one of the hostages I felt like I was nonstop punched in the gut for weeks on end by the people who said the hostages deserved it and ripped their posters down from street lamps and windows. Now I’m being punched in the gut again by the people who posted photos of the hostages and yellow ribbons in response to any of the calls for a ceasefire from Palestinians and who yet now in the heat of the moment are saying the hostages only ever were so many bodies (Bodies!) all along

Actually, Y'all can see these as well

Based off @/xinrouska's dtiys on Instagram (i dont know if they're chill being tagged over here)

I am obsessed with their villain Leo (and artstyle in general) and am going slightly feral for it lol

My only thoughts are for the girl who came forward. I hope she has a strong support system around her and that she gets the justice she deserves.