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Griktor :" Welcome to my glorious Gru-velution"
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Why did I do this, no one asked for this
Okay, one of my first attempts at creature Design.
I was Hella inspired by @pocketss lil dragon dudes and just had to make my own.
This is Thoven, short for Toaster Oven. Hes not very good at breathing fire, he can only gently warm things. And you could say he`s a ...Book Wyrm...I know what I did.
Kokomi embodies autistic exhaustion. She is so tired and just wants to have some peace, instead she has to fill a hundred roles not of her choosing but out of necessity. the only time she finds peace is in the water where no one can ask anything of her...
Old people have a place in society
I spent the weekend with my grandmother and it very suddenly hit me that as a whole we forget old people. They just want to be heard and understood, in many ways they are a lot like children.
My grandmother has had a very difficult life and she has slowly been opening up to me about it, for many years she had to put all her own wants and needs aside.
After my grandfather passed away she started slowly shedding the shell built up by years of having to survive an abusive marriage. Her self-worth was so withered that it was nearly non-existent and much like a child she had to be encouraged to care about her own well being.
Gift-giving is the first thing we do for children and it instills that we are allowed to want things and take care of our own needs. So I gifted her skincare and small personal care items that she didn`t deem herself worthy of.
This weekend was the first time that she allowed me to do her makeup. The confidence that a little bit of golden shimmer gave her was such a shock to me.
I gave her my palette and two brushes and she was so happy that she almost cried.
The moral of the story is, please take care of the old people in your life, they need you and your kind words, they might be strange and demented and forgetful, but they are still people. Love the old folks guys, they have just as much right to be alive as anyone else.
Rant over, love yall
What if I posted my unfinished works and pretended that they were done... Anyway, here's a silly little comic about the men living rent-free in my brain (Idea sourced from my brother in brainrot @ brekkerwrecker on AO3 from Chapter two of their Ongoing Fic "Never Love An Anchor") @kazallyy
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
here's a gif version I never posted 👍
Look at him go
Longhorn and Blue Bonnets
Photographed by Randy Stephens
Him, he is baby, he must be protected, I must draw this little gentleman
The Kaveh brainrot goes deep. He is an artist so he constantly has to balance his passion and actual ability with his designs.
Having to manage his time and resources and give everything to school work, and commissions so that he can survive and achieve everything he needs to.
But as a result, his passion for art dies sometimes...
So instead of dealing with my feelings, I project onto this poor man so he can feel the emotions that I don`t have time to deal with.
Okay, so the concept of light in Kaveh`s story makes me go absolutely feral. Kaveh is a burnt-out gifted kid who still has to constantly achieve so he has gone far past burning the candle at both ends. He is burning his very existence to keep himself going and as an animation student, all I can do is relate violently and make silly little art.
So I have been having the most heinous brain rot of Kaveh and all my brain could produce was academic angst of a scorned burnt out gifted kid and if I have to feel this so do you. Also here`s a link to the pretty song snippet https://www.tiktok.com/@eclipseofthemoons/video/7224873731116584194
BPD is a someone `else problem rant
When looking for resources in mainstream media on how to help myself during a BPD Flare-up I found so many for those who have partners with BPD or how others need to deal with someone who has BPD.
We are apparently not worthy of our own resources and need to be managed by others and it makes me so mad and so sad. I have been lucky enough to have access to medication and therapy, but what about those that don`t.
To those of you feeling the build-up of scary thoughts, that aching need to rip out your bones and clean them of all of your terror.
This too shall pass
As much as you feel you are burdening the air by breathing it in, as much as you feel that evaporating will make everything better.
It's not true.
You have worth beyond your thoughts, you are worthy of existence and you needn't prove that to anyone. You are allowed to feel these feelings because...
BPD is a disorder that affects you, it's painful at times and sometimes its wonderful. You feel everything at your core, you are compassionate and empathetic and most of all
You are worthy of love
(Sorry for the long rant I just needed to yell into the ether of the internet)