the dream is ended; this is the morning.

mid-twenties, she/her. behold, stars! therefore, let there be madness.

[icaseybaybee]

[st-just]

A character trait/dynamic that I'm endlessly compelled by is someone dealing with (or, like, failing to) being the child of people who were too busy being good people to have the time and attention to be good parents. This can be anywhere from 'was a public defender who gave a shit working 60 hour weeks with basically no vacations' to 'left their family behind to join the revolution/war effort and is now a universally beloved martyr-hero who saved/remade the world with their final breath' on the groundedness spectrum. The important thing is a viscerally felt but confused and ugly mess of longing, resentment, and guilt about feeling the resentment.

[plasmalink]

was chatting with friends about taste in partners, I said I wanted someone whose weaknesses I could cover and vice versa (I get things off tall shelves, they say I ordered no pickles) and we could sort of mutually protect each other.

these motherfuckers were like "this guy's got a party composition kink"

[bumblebeebats]

The crazy thing is, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, if you asked me on any given day "Would like to see a picture of some genitals?" my answer would be "😰 No, that's... No, thank you. I'm okay, actually." I have nothing but the utmost respect for people who do engage with the penis side of the internet, but personally, I've spent the better part of two decades doing all I can NOT to have pictures of dick and balls or sexy bikini babe buttcheeks blasted onto my retinas constantly. And yet... to be denied the penis? To have a jumped up pile of javascript tell me, a grown adult with an air fryer and an outstanding council tax bill, that I cannot be trusted to withstand the sight of a bare nipple unless I let it scan my drivers' license? I will move heaven and earth to see that fucking nipple, friend. I will walk a thousand miles barefoot on hot coals before I give you big brother bitches my passport number. A thousand miles through the desert with five VPNs just to press my face up against the glass and see the last uncensored picture of two My Little Pony Characters sixty-nining each other, and I don't even want! to look at it! But I will! I must! for the sake of our fucking democracy!

[elodieunderglass]

I’m glad to remind you!

[plus-size-aesthetics]

[voidstuffed]

@teaboot yellow :3

[sunfloowerlatte-art]

I’m back and still always drawing her

[sonicskullsalt]

I do need a CR Shirt that says

This is a dynamic and fluid situation

[thulium]

[2colde]

[haridraws]

[errorschacha]

The entire point of, OK, my phone really wants to call it Anastasia so I guess we’re doing that? The entire point of Anastasia (as administered by a board-certified Anastasiologist) during sugary. Sugary? Haven’t I suffered enough? The entire point of Anastasia during augury. Jesus Christ. Hold up. You know what, augury is preferable to sugary. Augury is obviously performed by an auger (makes sense if you give it a think) whereas sugary is performed by…? A sugardaddy? NO THANK YOU. Anyway. The entire point of Anastasia is so that you don’t know what music your sturgeon. Fuck right off. Was playing. While you were under. You’re not supposed to wake up from Anastasia and immediately realize you managed to get earwormed by Motörhead’s “Ace of Spades” during your sugary.

[velvetcloak]

scattered to the winds, paolo sebastian

[devinellekurtz]

My very first tiger drawing and my latest

[voyaging-too]

I have a rant in me that applies both to birth control and to psych meds: these things can have side effects, ranging from very mild to very severe. These things also have serious benefits, which make it worthwhile to put up with some side effects. And if the side effects are too severe to put up with, ideally the healthcare system will help you try different options, and find one that agrees with you. In practice however, you may not have the time/money/energy to try different options, and you may have had bad experiences with healthcare professionals who told you to shut up and put up with the side effects, no matter how bad they are. We should demand better! We should demand access to a wider variety of options, and we should demand research into even more options: things have gotten a lot better in the past fifty decades because we have demanded better and then got it, and hopefully we will keep getting it.

And in this context, criticising birth control and psych meds is not only allowed, it's our duty.

But when someone criticises them in general terms, with broad claims that they are unnatural evil chemicals that alter you in vague indefinable ways, that they change your personality, that they unbalance your hormones and disconnect your for your divine spiritual whachamacallit, when someone plays up the incredibly rare risks and is silent on the commonly experienced benefits, when someone is just generally acting like these things are poison, you should start hearing the alarm bells: someone wants you barefoot pregnant in the kitchen and too depressed to leave.

[harrirats]

loml

[qilingxiong]

watched the stalks of a lavender bush by the bus stop dip and sway from the sheer amount of fat little bumblebees on it and you know what. some things in this world are good

[pmamtraveller]

Luca Ponsato - Does Anyone See My Suffering