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happy pride month 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈 and masks off in my city since today 🌈🌈 🌞🌻🌻
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Gwen’s design be so good then BOOM she’s bald
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#atsv#miles morales#gwen stacy#spiderman#I understand now anytime her hood is down her mask is off too#miles stronger than me I’d immediately say it
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I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.
I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.
“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”
“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.
But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.
They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.
That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.
A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”
I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.
“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.
Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.
At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.
Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.
“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.
“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”
Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.
#ramblies#autism#as an afab kid I didn’t get diagnosed but given my poor social skills and general vibes it’s astonishing I wasn’t#I didn’t learn to implement social masking until way later#also those warts too months to get rid of cause they were too big to burn off#they had to be scraped down slowly after baths
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The fact that there are real Nazis German hating Jews. That I can talk talk shit to on this website. Like Germany you little bitches aren't fooling no body especially with how masks off with this Israel shit going down.
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werewolf
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A wake.
#i forgot she went completely mask off with the save the west bs#also the trots at the bank of england girlie please#such a way with words#liz truss#uk politics
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it makes perfect sense. niffty’s job is pest control
shes known for stabbing roaches
#ALSO ADAM FACE REVEAL? LITERAL MASK OFF MOMENT#doomdays posting#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin#hazbin niffty#hazbin hotel fandom
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Twitter is dragging him by the hair rn guys he went completely mask off
#palestine#free palestine#the mask not only fell off but so did the skin of his face because. law of the jungle. children of darkness.#he’s not even hiding it anymore#someone kill this dude I’m so serious#racism
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roxie richter….
#mine#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim fanart#roxie richter#i just think shes neat#kinda want her face mask tbh
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something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.
not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.
you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.
but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.
you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.
but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.
you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.
you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?
you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.
you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!
you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"
#this is very obviously about my battle with#ptsd#but i think it's also like a pretty apt metaphor for a lot of things like setting boundaries or going to therapy or choosing recovery#i was thinking about the 'comes back wrong' trope and i was like. oh no i have feelings about this bc i have mental illness#and once i stopped masking - i was WRONG. i was different#here's the good news: i am now INNUNDATED with love. fucking swimming in it. excelling at it. the people who stayed#learned my new self. my new different body and how i am different but i am trying. they have held me so tightly#and my life no longer feels quiet. it is not based in my suffering. it feels like i have been growing a tree in my chest#and now it is flowering.#it is so lovely to be surrounded by people who have said - oh! you cut off so many branches i was worried you weren't the same. but now...#... this is just a new you. and i love you. and i love that you're different and happy.#(but yeah also im nb so i was absolutely influenced by Trans things)
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Long time no FD how we feelin
#loz#legend of zelda#legend of zelda majoras mask#loz mm#majoras mask#fierce deity#FD#fierce deity link#my art#been such a long time since i've drawn him#of the links out there hes definitely one of my favs#i need to replay mm again...#i made a comic featuring him and skullkid a while ago that i never completed#kinda want to go back and finish it for fun#largely from memory so forgive any mistakes because ........ *walks off*
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i am (the rhythm of) the night
#i promised to draw rainbow batman before pride month was over and BY GOD i did it#this was genuinely super fun by the way#im still using refs for his face cause fuck if i get his mask and it takes year off my life#my art#batman#bruce wayne#dc comics#ladies. gentlemen. you have eaten well.
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Cis women on tiktok for the past like 4 years: "I'm girly pop, I do girl math and have girl dinner after going to my girl job ✌️😜"
Dylan Mulvaney: *makes a mediocre pop song that is literally just about that*
Those same cis women:
#so many cishet women went full mask off the past couple days#swear to fucking g-d yall are like 1 and a half steps from being trad caths#if i have to hear “sanctity of womanhood” or “devine womanhood” one more fucking time#yall sound like trad wives#dylan mulvaney
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i like to pick up feathers while out on a walk, and today i decided to trim and paint this dove feather i'd found and cleaned a while ago.
it's not quite proportionally accurate and the feather didn't take the watercolor paint as easily as i was hoping, but i'm happy with it as a first attempt!
i don't have another pure white feather in my collection right now but as soon as i pick up another one i'll try again :]
#another problem i ran into is#in traditional painting i always use masking tape for like. EVERYTHING because my hands aren't steady enough to get clean edges#(i can never steady my hands enough for brushes. i can only work with pens tbh)#but i didn't want to risk taping the feather because i worried some of it would come off when i peeled it out#also because it's not a solid surface i'm sure the paint would bleed under the tape#my art#free palestine
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oh, uh, this...this isn't Silver's backstory after all.
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#surprise! it's actually everyone else's backstory!#screaming. just screaming forever.#malenoa my new beloved#like. i kind of figured something had happened to malleus' parents because maleficia seems to be his only relative?#but i didn't know it was going to be a whole THING#hey silver did your shitbag ancestor kill malleus' mom#oh boy this is going to be super embarrassing for you#also i keep interpreting レヴァーン as raven and i kind of think that's not the intended meaning#it's probably supposed to be like. lavern or something?#however#it means i keep thinking of malleus' dad as raven. his cool raven dad who mysteriously disappeared 400 years ago. that guy. raven.#and slowly sliding my eyes towards the explicitly raven-themed character who literally has 'raven' written on his design#do you...do you think that...#it couldn't be. but do you think...#i swear to god if crowley takes off his mask and goes 'SON' i'm gonna#i don't even know what i'd do but crowley darth vader-ing malleus would be the twist of the fucking century#truly the funniest possible outcome. i kind of do actually want it to be true now#sorry mal turns your dad is an enormous dork and also the principal#bright side no one is going to be intimidated by you anymore
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