I'M FREEEEEEEEEE

“How, my daughter, did you stand so much pain? How did I stand it together with you? I always felt that you, my daughter, were capable of anything, of moving mountains or of crumbling rocks, even though your body is small and weak like mine. But when your tiny feet used to kick the walls of my stomach, I'd say to myself: God, what strength and power there is inside my body? Your movements were strong while you were still a foetus and shook me from inside, like a volcano shakes the earth. And yet I knew that you were as small as I was, your bones as delicate as your father's, as tall and slim as your grandmother, your feet as large as the feet of prophets.' When I gave birth to you, your grandmother pursed her lips in sorrow and said: A girl and ugly too! A double catastrophe! I tensed my stomach muscles to close off my womb to the pain and the blood and, breathing with difficulty, for your birth had been hard and I suffered as though I'd given birth to a mountain, I said to her: She's more precious to me than the whole world! I held you to my breast and slept deeply. Can I, my daughter, again enjoy another moment of deep sleep whilst you are inside me or at least near to me so that I can reach out to touch you? Or whilst you are in your room next to mine so that I can tiptoe in to see you whilst you sleep? The blanket always used to fall off you as you slept, so l'd lift it and cover you. Anxiety would waken me every night and make me creep into your room. What was that anxiety and at what moment did it happen? Was it the moment the cover fell off your body? I could always feel you, even if you had gone away and were out of my sight. Even if they were to bury you under the earth or build a solid wall of mud or iron around you, I would still feel a draught of air on your body as though it were on mine. I sometimes wonder whether I ever really gave birth to you or if you are still inside me. How else could I feel the air when it touches you and hunger when it grips you. Your pain is mine, like fire burning in my breast and stomach. God of Heaven and Earth, how did your body and mine stand it? But I couldn't have stood it were it not for the joy of you being my daughter, of having given birth to you. And you can raise your head high above the mountains of filth.”

—Nawal El Saadawi, “In Camera”

Image description: it's a drawing of Mace Windu from Star Wars. It's from the torso up. He's facing forward with a serious expression. There's lines that criss cross around his face and the drawing, cutting it in sections like tine breaks on glass. On the bottom center there's "Mace Windu Shatter point" written over my signature. The drawing is painted mainly in purples and greens. End of description.

at last, rapunzel was home, and she finally had a real family. she was a princess worth waiting for.

Odile patting Molly Epithet Erased on the head, you know why

have two bc i care them

Happy EDS awareness month!

I'm a webcomic artist with EDS. be aware.

EDS affects many parts of my life. I have chronic fatigue, chronic pain, and I need to use a cane! I often find myself ruminating on themes of chronic illness in my work, whether or not I am intending to include them.

I already can't paint anymore, it hurts my hands too much... Anything that requires small details or precise motions will hurt me for days. I have a lot of grief around it. But working digitally allows me to still create!

I animate, I illustrate, I get to tell my stories. I have to go slow, take huge breaks (often against my will) and recover slowly. But, working in this space allows me the grace to do this.

So, I just wanted to share a bit of my experience with my audience, and say thank you for reading my work and supporting me! It means the world to me, and I hope maybe someone in my audience feels a little more seen through me sharing this. It causes me pain, but I love myself; and that includes my disability.

I mean, honestly.

Feeling insane bc like a week ago I told my mom about part of a fic I'm writing where Hannibal and Will are debating if it is antithetical for a doctor to know how to kill based on the idea that the doctor should know how to kill so he knows what not to do, and my mom has apparently actually been thinking really hard about the concept and I was just stunned to know she thought about it at all after I told her.

But she brought it up completely unprompted today in the car and I was just like "👁️👁️ you've been thinking about that this whole time?" and she said "yeah. I really don't like Hannibal but it's a provocative thought and I'm interested in figuring out how a doctor could acquire the knowledge to kill and actually use it without falling into the pitfalls of a god complex. Anyway at Walmart today-"

MAMA WHAT

Speaking of abuse and complicated feelings, there's actually one detail in that scene that hit a bit close to home for me

Edward saying "I should be apologizing" after Izzy finally, finally gives him that long overdue recognition that yes, he did bring out the worst in him, and yes, he did do that for selfish reasons and it did cause Ed harm and Izzy does regret that

There's something about Edward, who doesn't owe Izzy anything let alone an apology, crying and telling him that he's the only family he has and that he should be the one to apologize, because that's how it is with abuse victims sometimes. Sometimes your relationship to your abuser (especially if it's a family member who has been through traumatic experiences with you) is complicated and you end up unable to accept an apology from them without feeling the need to "balance it out" with an apology of your own to make it "fair" (because you've spent all your life being told that how you feel and what bothers you isn't important - but how you make your abuser feel is)

Idk it's a small detail and it bothered me but, like, in a way that felt sadly realistic

unfortunately asoiaf twitter has been funny lately

I used to wonder when did Eda get so motherly to her kids

Then after rewatching season 1, even in episode 2 (Witches Before Wizard) after Eda and King made fun of Luz because of the “chosen one” thing, Eda went upstairs to check on Luz right away

And she went into mom mode when she realized that Luz is in trouble

Her mom instinct is always there whether she likes to admit it or not

I really CANNOT get over the April fools prank on Hongjoong where he gets scared and jumps on the chairs in his little bad bitch attire and it turns out he has no shoes onnnn 😭😭

Last but not least THE Moomintroll himself!!

pink carnation- love, gratitude, fondness

peach rose- sincerity, genuineness, appreciation, gratitude

yellow rose- friendship, joy, warmth, delight, gladness, caring, affection

pink tulip- affection, caring, good wishes, fist love

hydrangea- heartfelt emotion, gratitude, grace, beauty, abundance, understanding, unity, togetherness, apology

forget-me-not- true love, devotion, loyalty, memory, resilience, connection, affection

flower of hope- resilience, optimism, overcome adversity, hope, healing

Chloe: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

Rachel: Fluffy and dead from a gust of wind?

Chloe: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns . Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Max: *scrolling through her phone learning about dandelions* They're also edible.

Just finished marineford with my mom. She cried (I did too) but that's not the point of this post. What I wanted to share was actually me telling her about the crocodad theory and she was INSTANTLY on board.

She was like "he must have had a love affair with Dragon 😏" and I didn't even say anything she just started shipping dragodile on her own.

Anyways that's it. I just think my mom is iconic.

Still thinking abt Yoshi who got stripped away from his career, got thrown into a dungeon and forced to fight with all sorts of yokai, betrayed by the one person he loved and trusted.

Then got kidnapped again and turned into a mutant abomination, which cut him off from ever living a normal life in human society.

He was left all alone, possibly homeless, suddenly with four children to care for (who probably reminded him everyday of the tragedy that had happened to him). And yet, instead of turning his back on them, he accepted his fate and found a new purpose in giving his sons a loving home.

(With a backstory like that he easily could've become a villain and tbf i wouldn't blame him, but he didn't. He accepted things he could not control and focused on the things he could)

Yoshi Hamato isn't a perfect dad by any means, but he loves his sons the most in the world and that 100% shows.