Blaidd (again)
Another weird practice painting featuring that one guy. I was testing how I could get away with using a painterly style to convey texture, but then it just kind of evolved. I'm getting there, though.
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Blaidd (again)
Another weird practice painting featuring that one guy. I was testing how I could get away with using a painterly style to convey texture, but then it just kind of evolved. I'm getting there, though.
Boreal Toothpaste
gitaroo i'm so sorry they lumped you in with all that shit
ŌKAMI + bosses ↪ Ninetails (True Form) ❀
the way this video never ceases to make me genuinely lose my mind for some reason
i love the combat in siren because it's essentially baseball. in fact, eiji nagoshi's bald head kind of looks like a baseball... and he carries a baseball bat.....
happy pride
hapoy blaidd month
personally, i think more jrpg parties should be like this
i swear pride month always arrives when i'm digging into my frustrations with my sexuality/trauma and gnashing my teeth at how badly i was damaged and that i'll likely never have the confidence to pursue relationships or view sex as anything but dangerous and hurtful lol. but at least i'm finally getting help, i guess
Depeche Mode 🦢🥀
trying to find the simplest and least alarming way to say that i've been kind of detached lately because i've been
reconciling that i was repeatedly molested as a kid and was groomed into some dark sexual shit from a very young age, but i never knew how to ask for help with either of those issues for 20 years because i knew telling on my abuser would devastate someone else close to me and frankly i thought that chapter was over after my abuser was caught in possession of CP, but no, my brain was—is—still very much damaged and i have never had a healthy or happy view on sex because of it. i tried to stifle my issues for all this time, but last year i actually had a severe psychotic break and... it wasn't pretty, but at least i didn't hurt anyone. even so, i've been really scared ever since, and only recently started to finally open up to my mom and a new therapist.
i... don't know how i survived this long. my brain has been an ouroboros of hate and fear and psychological self-harm and porn for as long as i can remember. but i finally broke out. i kicked my bad habits months ago. i feel like the person i could only pretend to be for all these years. but i'm also crushed by frustration and guilt that it took me so long to wake up... i'm scared i might have irreversibly scarred my psyche and will never be able to see sex as anything but monstrous.
that said, i was lying about being ace/aro for this long. i like big hairy men. i realized that years ago, but was again too scared to admit it, more so because i had deceived myself into thinking i wasn't worthy of love and refused to open my heart to the possibility of a romantic partner.
that is, until i realized how someone no longer in my life made my heart sing every time i saw him... i didn't even put it together that i loved him until i said goodbye on his last day at the company. i never felt that before. and it was that moment i knew i needed to finally face my fears and start asking for help. i'm so sorry, [crush]. i miss you every day, but maybe that's weird.
anyway, it feels kind of nice carving out all the annoying sex stuff from my online experience (no offense). i like it. it's quiet. i've wanted this since i was little. i feel like i'm free from that secret hell, even if it really hurts having to acknowledge what i fuckup i really was, or the terrible person i could have become if i hadn't had such a supportive family through the years (even if i never told them what was troubling me, i know they always kept me in check).
i wish so much had been different. i hope i never go back. i want nothing more than to be a source of good and respect for the rest of my life. i want to see through a healthy, normal person's eyes. i want to go to sleep and not dread waking up to another day of cptsd. i want everyone to just be safe.