I liked my pdp's ✨️vibe✨️, but it didn't really represent my artstyle well anymore (especially since I draw traditionally once in a blue moon)

So have a little redraw :

And here it is next to the old one for comparison :

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

personal growth is crazy because it seems like nothing has changed until you're crying because you don't want to die. you learn something about yourself that ten years ago would have actually killed you, and now you're thinking about what you can do to heal and make peace with it. nothing may have changed to you, but to the person you were however long ago, you are the "it gets better"

ik im having a lot of fun with the clone jokes but in truth i CANNOT get over how fucking pretty this song is jeff sounds AMAZING

How the fuck did I learn how to efficiently help my partner through his autistic meltdowns thanks to a vashwood fanfic .what

i should probably clarify for the sake of being sensitive re my tags on the vid i just reblogged: some people do in fact get sad enough to kill themselves when they get caught doing bad things. i could be wrong in my assumption that somerton absolutely did not do that. i also don't really care whether he did or not because it's so unbelievably tacky to open an apology with "i don't want to make this a sob story, i was just so sad i tried to kill myself and everyone who has a parasocial relationship with me needs to feel bad/guilty/worried on my behalf, and everyone who doesn't have a parasocial relationship with me needs to feel bad/guilty/worried if they wanted to hold me accountable for anything. but i'm so sorry for making this a sob story! it's not like this is a prerecorded video that i have full editing control of or anything"

like.... i don't care if you actually were in the hospital or not. you chose to open your apology video with the most blatant and pathetic kind of emotional manipulation possible & i don't care for it. it's literally no one's problem except yours and your loved ones' if you were in the hospital. it's no one else's responsibility. certainly not the responsibility of the people you wronged.

people doing this shit brings out my lowest-empathy tendencies because it gets to my high-empathy friends and i've known too many people held hostage by their partners/friends/parents threatening suicide over the years, so whenever i see people being like "oh, he really does seem upset, though" i'm like.

listen. i know he looks sad in the video. i know he's saying he wants to be dead.

You Don't Have To Fuckin' Believe Him.

late 1960's continental airlines poster

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This might not be anything, but while writing about your fics, the way you have the characters' mannerisms down PERFECTLY got me thinking about mirroring...

There's a lot of it in 7 (Horii is a directorial genius etc etc), most of it more intentional than these probably are, but there's something so interesting about mirroring that takes the tone of a (relatively) fond memory, a familiar gesture, and inverts it in the way shown here.

OH I'M GLAD YOU'VE NOTICED THESE TOO I think I mentioned it months back (or I drafted a post 'bout it but didn't think it was anything noteworthy) but I always really did like how the Arakawa Family mimicked each other's mannerisms (also circling back to how Jo and Masato calling Ichiban 'Ichi' presumably after picking it up from Arakawa)!

Aoki actually does the same sitting gesture too! I went back to double check and skim through the rest of the game's cutscenes, and as far as I could tell unless I skipped a scene, it really is only these three that do this specific pose:

It's such a small detail but I love it immensely and it really does highlight their connections with each other and it drives me insane

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me omw to work today like

let me preface this by clarifying i am not anti therapy in any way whatsoever and in fact encourage people to get therapy if they can and even go the extra step to help friends find the right type of therapy that may help them

ok now that that's out of the way.

therapy is bullshit man you go to a therapist saying "hey. i wanna kill myself. can you help me stop wanting to kill myself somehow?" and they go "sure! first step, stop wanting to kill yourself" and you say "well i can't. that's why i came to you. bc i don't know. how to stop wanting to kill myself" and they'll say "that's a shame. i can't help you if you want to kill yourself. that'll be 125$ please"

Tae is the mood lifting fairy 🧚‍♂️💚

it’s crazy how people don’t think their death will affect people around them even if you aren’t close to them, or even if they were just semi passing encounters like no, others feel it. my neighbor died and as I park my car and look up at her dark little house it makes me so sad - I wanna go inside and turn on the lights she always has on. People notice and will feel it even if you don’t believe it.

Rly do feel like this meme in general these days

Like what do u Mean I'm crying multiple times a week on average?? What do u Mean I'm getting emotionally hit by anything and everything? It used to be that I barely cried for anything!!! I was the desert tear ducts!!!! I went a whole 11 months without crying at all as recently as 2022!!!!!

I still don't cry That much... but crying to shows... crying if I think a lil too long about my dad... it happens so easily now.... and it rly is so weird

continued from here / @bruz3r

dammit. maybe dick should've stayed quiet because while he was generally very good at pop quizzes --- there was just no way bruce had a secret, sixth finger. " four. " he answers instead. vaguely proud of himself for being able to deduce what his eyes couldn't translate. he must've failed that too though, by the way gloved hands come to frame his face. instinctively, he leans into it for a second. it's gentle --- the feather light touch of an examiner with practice but eventually the mounting pressure still makes dick's lips twist in displeasure and his body jerk to escape it. the room was spinning, his head felt like a trash compactor slowly but surely crushing his brain and WHY was he suddenly under a spotlight? nightwing hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes with the discomfort until he tried to open them again. he withdrew entirely, like he could escape what could outrun the flash (on a bad day) and yet the movement doesn't feel great either (and the light miraculously still catches him). distantly, he's aware he needs to focus but right now that was like trying to write a letter on an etch-a-sketch in an earthquake. bruce's voice always did cut through the static --- even now. it takes him a second to process what said words mean, and it's that same moment that bruce apparently decides dick needs an incentive to stay still. he's too slow right now --- the fog too strong for his instincts to kick in so it's only by the time he's already chained up that he's trying to evade it, eyes sloppily opening and closing when the lights simultaneously became too much and not enough at alternating intervals. voice more like a whine when he says: " no, no, give me a second b, i'll be fine. " he's walked off worse. MUCH worse even, and a little lucky shot to the head did NOT constitute bruce going back into the fight ALONE. but of course, batman's call. he's gone before dick's heavy lips can form another protest. luckily, dick grayson was raised to know all of batman's little tricks. had used a cuff similar to this in a thousand and one scenarios on his own and had trained extensively on how to get out of them. silly bruce. with a smug feeling blooming in his brain it's only when he realizes he can't see the latch, nor are his hands steady enough to precisely find it that he realizes the flaw in his plan. RIGHT. despite what his vision is telling him he does not in fact have three right hands. Hmm, new plan. when the lights go back out he sighs in relief --- a small bit of pressure loosening. but alfred's voice --- a voice he loves and cherishes and hopes to hear far more often than he does is currently drilling into his skull like a construction project on a deadline, he doesn't even think about taking his own earpiece out until he's already done it, last understandable words a simple " i can't --- " that doesn't really have an object. that of course just makes it so he can hear the fight he's not currently apart of and he pulls, uselessly at the chain once again. think, grayson, THINK. (ow.) he's sitting with his forehead against the cool metal of the bat-cuff, trying to will the concussion away when he feels the air shift. either it's batman or dick's going to have a very awkward conversation with a gun man. " i'm almost out. " maybe mentally, but the bat-cuff was as good as the day b built it. " just give me a second. "