About me: I am nonbinary (He/She/They pronouns interchangeably), I'm 17, I live in New Zealand, I'm self diagnosed with inattentive ADHD (yes I've done plenty of research, getting diagnosed properly is expensive and my family has decided it's not worth the money)
(I'm not doing a DNI. If I really don't want someone near my blog, I'll block them)
My interests: I mostly draw team fortress 2, but my other interests include My Hero Academia, BoJack Horseman, mouthwashing, gravity falls, I have no mouth and I must scream, poppy playtime, horse race tests, portal2, etc (lots of niche analog horror titles)
I'm just a silly billy making art and hanging out for fun really. If you like my art, please let me know! Also, requests are always open.
This is the blog I use for art posting and yapping, I have another blog for reposting: grubbytreasurehoarder
And here's a link to my strawpage with my other platforms as well! Send me a drawing! XD
fandom misogyny is one of those things where you notice it and youre like "wow thats terrible!" and then you just keep noticing it over and over until the end of time and youre sitting there saying "hey is anybody gonna talk about this" and everybody says "no" and then goes "haha isnt it funny how this mlm ship is so popular even though these characters dont have much screen time? especially compared to a wlw ship between the main characters haha!" and it makes you want to peel all your skin off
I was gunna put this in the tags but it’s a lot. When i first started going through the process of getting a diagnosis, i was labelled with ODD. I immediately took issue with this, it seemed like an unfair diagnosis based entirely on the session the psychiatrist had with my parents (which mostly consisted of “my child is being really difficult on purpose”), and Hoo Boy when i tell you ODD immediately strips you of your ability to call out anyone on anything, that would be an understatement. I couldn’t even disagree or bring up my concerns about the validity of MY OWN DIAGNOSIS without it being labelled as oppositional defiance. Whenever i displayed any negative emotion the “treatments” did so much more harm than good. When you label someone as ‘defiant’ (ugh), when that word is put on their medical record, that person is never allowed to complain about anything again. Knowing that POC are disproportionately affected with this diagnosis makes me feel sick, i can only imagine what’s being swept under the rug as someone just being “defiant to authority”, not even just in the medical field but as justification for police brutality and mass incarceration. When i say medical racism kills people, this is what i mean.
thanks @tumblr @staff and @changes , I absolutely despise your update and I've only been stuck with it for 20 minutes. I am exhausted just looking at my dashboard. I absolutely hate what you've done with the place, so please put the furniture back the way it was and has been for years.
There is such a thing as good change, such as gay people being allowed to exist now, or advancing surgical techniques, but this is not one of those changes. I hate this change. My friends hate this change. All of Tumblr is AT BEST indifferent to this change (but most of us hate it).
For the love of your platform and my continued shit-posting:
Iscreamed when I saw my son's face pale and his body trembling from anemia and malnutrition; he was having a seizure and there was no treatment. I couldn't leave him alone, so I held him close to keep him warm. No medicine, no hospital, and the world kept turning
Please donate now. Don't let silence end his life. Please, even though I have nothing, share the story of Ahmed, his siblings, his mother, and his grandmother, who are fighting for their lives every day. Donate if you can. One share could save their lives. One donation could provide treatment and food before it's too late. Please, don't let him die unseen.
From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help… amelia romain needs your support for Help Wedad's family in
The doctors told me my child urgently needs treatment costing €400, but we've only raised €30 so far. Every moment counts Please help us before it's too late. My child has a life worth a chance at.
My name is Mahmoud. I live in Gaza with my family, and we are going through a very difficult financial situation. I tried to create a donation link for my family, but I couldn't find someone to help organize and manage the campaign 🥺💔So my friend Ahmed decided to support me by sharing his own family’s donation link, and we agreed to split the donations between our two families.
Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way 🥲🥺
We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City 💔
The bombing and destruction never stop — not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.
Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times 😭🥲Please, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.
This is our donation link.
Please remember: donations are shared between two families. So, for the sake of God, help us, my friend. Save our children, my younger siblings, my parents, and even my older siblings — we are all homeless and hungry 🥺🥲💔
My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for Safety My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha
My name is Mahmoud. I live in Gaza with my family, and we are going through a very difficult financial situation. I tried to create a donation link for my family, but I couldn't find someone to help organize and manage the campaign 🥺💔So my friend Ahmed decided to support me by sharing his own family’s donation link, and we agreed to split the donations between our two families.
Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way 🥲🥺
We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City 💔
The bombing and destruction never stop — not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.
Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times 😭🥲Please, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.
This is our donation link.
Please remember: donations are shared between two families. So, for the sake of God, help us, my friend. Save our children, my younger siblings, my parents, and even my older siblings — we are all homeless and hungry 🥺🥲💔
My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for Safety My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha
Q. A. B. by jihnari and specifically this chapter of Walking Study in Demonology by ijustwanttodestroy are both great examples of the insane shit you can do on AO3
they hired me to be this old woman's attorney for today:
I am a parda (i.e., half black) person. With that being said, the first time i read about Demoman’s lore i had mixed feelings. For one side I thought “this makes a lot of sense to me”. The other, shyer and hidden, thought “something here doesn’t add up.”
Being straightforward, the aspect of “Demoman got abandoned, adopted, orphaned again and readopted by his og family” bothered me in a way I didn't understand. At first i thought i was being just petty, mayyybe even on a internalized racism realm — black people’s trajectories are multifaceted, to only wish to engage with the “wholesome” ones is to ignore multiple experiences and the historical conditions that led to so. Without any vocabulary to explain why i felt like that, i choosed to not mention it at all, wait until my mind change about it. It did not changed, what happened is that i finally understood what my point was. It’s not the story, it’s what we interpreted of it.
An recurring theme in many black people's experiences is the over effort vs under appreciation. To super perform on something to get the recognition a white person doing average would get — or to get recognition at all. As far i know, most of the tf2 comic writters are white (pls correct me if in wrong), and yet, the Demoman's comics, for me, manage to grasp this experience aspect. Over performance to manage basic survival, and to teach survival will only be achieved by over performance. And it also shows how this pressure has negative consequences over someone, despite being born with good intentions.
(Like being hurt at a young age, or spiralling after a defeat — Or having to listen unfair mom complains 😭)
It is something that can be talked about and overcomed together, however — to depend each case to case. and i really dont see anything denying this is what happened between demoman and his mom, despise the very few we see from them in the end
So like. What is the “abandonment” lore bit fulfills in this story? This generational trauma aspect sucks, as i just mentioned, but, heartbreaking and paradoxically, it is something born in love, born in a wish to protect your kids. So why to say “they didn’t wanted him actually but then they saw he was actually good with bombs and changed their mind”
(AND ITS NOT MENTIONED IN THE COMICS AT ALL IS THE THING, THE WHOLE THING CONNECTING THOSE TWO IS THE TIMELINE NOT OVERLAPING WITHOUT ANY OF THESE INFORMATIONS MAKING A BRIDGE AT ANY POINT. IT COULD JUST NOT EXIST)
My epiphany?
We, as a tf2 community, might have gotten past this image way too fast
Think with me, the cartoony difficulties bringed by demoman’s mother. Add those to the subtext, sadder irl difficulties — The racism, a cataclysm into every situation in society, and the fact that both demoman’s parents are disabled.
You could bomb mercs all day and still not have enough for a loaf of bread.
Think with me. Demoman was put in an orphanage not because his parents didn’t want him. His parents wanted more for him. They didn’t want him to grow in poverty, in awful conditions.
But even miles away from them, Tavish still clinged into explosive-making — Their heritage, their culture. Emotions came, “We can’t left him behind. We can’t left our own behind, no matter what.” A monumental effort was made, but they managed to bring him again. They are together again, they can be happy together again.
If they get without money, they can’t raise Tavish. So Tavish’s mother takes action. Her, and her husband, are going to teach the family business to him. He will get a job. He will get ever single job from earth if needed, because if the family doesn't have money, they can’t be together. And by god, Tavish’s mother will not give up on her son again.
Time passes, they discuss with each other. She did made Tavish be successful in his live, but he had to grow up too fast. Had to bare a burden too big for his own, for anyone. She is sorry, she is so sorry. Tavish only deserved the best, she trought that it was the only way to so. Things dont need to be like that anymore.
They're together. They're happy. They are a family.
