#angsty bean

[random-tickle-stuff]

I've been watching a lot of owl house related stuff recently and..

HIM.

HE NEEDS TO BE ABSOLUTELY WRECKED WITH TICKLES.

[hiddleloki]

I never thought about peter leaving the mansion in the future I wonder what his reasoning is for that

Maybe he finally decided to visit Erik and tell him the truth lmao

[auniverseaway]

Also sorry for my angsty Doctor but sometimes there needs to be something other than fluff. Cause life isn't all fluffy rainbows.

[levithespacegay-blog]

y'all am I cute yet? lmao

[gspaepro]

Thanks to @peachyinsomniac i finally got an idea!

I got to draw my cinnamon roll Shadowpuff as an angsty bean owo she still doesn't swear tho

[levithespacegay-blog]

"how are you" I have been gay and tired for my literal whole life why are you still asking me this question

[levithespacegay-blog]

so I bought overalls.

[levithespacegay-blog]

"you are body goals!"

Honestly, I hear this a lot. And even more honestly, I hate it. Don't worry, I get that it's supposed to be a compliment, and outwardly, I take it as such. But I hate hearing this, and I have a few reasons as to why, such as that I'm not a big fan of my own body, or that I know I'm covered in scars, or that it makes me pretty dysphoric at times, but I have one reason that is above all as to why I don't like being told I'm "body goals" It implies that there is a "right" kind of body. It implies that my body is somehow "better" or "more attractive" than others. It implies that having a certain body type is something one should strive for! Let me paint a quick picture as to what my body is to other people: I stand 5'4", with wide hips, an ass that has gotten many people to stare, a chest of 34C, a thin waist, and muscular, curvy legs. My stomach is for the most part, flat, and my chest and ass stand out from that monotony of a mostly straight line, from my sternum to the front of my hips. I have a figure that sits somewhere between "hourglass" and "pear". I get stared at, cat-called, and checked out, daily, by people who have no right to do so. My own friends walk up and spank me, or check me out, or tell me I look "fuckable" because they think that's a compliment. A good friend once told me that my current boyfriend would probably be interested in me because I'm "thicc" and with zero other reasons. My best friend laughs in my face when I say I hate my body and wish I could change it, or roll their eyes when I express displeasure in being stared at by guys. A lot of the time, what other people see doesn't bother me. Now, let me paint a quick picture of what I see in the mirror every day: I still stand 5'4", but I see very different things. I have stretch marks on my hips. I have self-harm scars on my legs, hips, and waist. My stomach and sides have rolls when I sit or lean too far. I have callouses on my feet and strength in my joints. I have a chest that makes me want to tear my skin from my bones, that begs to be flattened. I have hips and an ass that make me want to hide beneath a sweater that covers my curves. I have acne scars on my face. I have the curves and muscles I do from ten years of hard work; I have the scars I do from years and years of battles with my own brain. My body wasn't originally supposed to look the way it does- years of training and practicing and athleticism have warped my body and caused it to develop differently than it naturally would have. But I don't care. It has taken me years, but I have slowly learned to love my body, or to at least start loving and accepting it. But to say that my body is better than someone else's, because it's "preferable" or "hot"? That fucking bothers me. Because it doesn't fucking matter what body type you have! It doesn't matter how dark or light your skin is! It doesn't matter if you have scars or tattoos or piercings! It doesn't matter if you have missing limbs or prosthetics! It doesn't matter if you're fat, skinny, thick, thin, average, tall, short, or ANYTHING. It really doesn't matter what you look like, because everyone is beautiful. I could go on for hours about how diversity is beautiful, or how livid it makes me when people think they aren't beautiful because they don't fit the "conventional beauty standards" set by society. I could tell you about how I used to hate clothes-shopping because "that doesn't look good on you" or "what if they don't have my size?" I could tell you about the time I would spend, crying in dressing rooms because nothing fit me. I could tell you about walking around with my mother and hearing her say "oh, she shouldn't be wearing that." I could tell you about my dad telling me what I could and couldn't wear in public because I might look "bad in that" or "people would stare". I could tell you about the relationship I really have with my body- the meals I've skipped, the hours I've spent exercising, the time I've put into finding out "what looks good on me" or the years I used to spend self-harming, then hiding it. So fuck anyone that tells you that you aren't beautiful. Fuck them to the moon. Okay? I don't give a damn if you or anyone else thinks it's overused or cheesy; beauty starts with confidence. Wear your confidence like a medal of fucking honor. And even if you don't think you are, just know that someone else out there thinks you are the most beautiful creature of ever walk the face of this earth. And you are.