#pom barks

[puddingpawprints]

the adrenaline of managing to crawl away from your tickler just to be yanked back by your ankles or hips, with “where do you think you’re going?”

[minglermail]

thank you!!

this is SUPER random but i just wanted to say thanks to everyone whos been supportive in the past re: my mental health ^_^

when i was a teen thru my very early 20s i used to be Extremely Open about my mental breakdowns or episodes on this blog, to an irresponsible/inappropriate degree (at least imo, my thoughts on this are too complicated to elaborate on in this post. this isnt to make anyone feel bad for existing + being mentally ill ;o;)

i feel very regretful of being so graphically open about my suicidal tendencies and psychosis symptoms on a toontown blog of all things... and still hang onto guilt over the kind of stress i must have put people through whether they were a close loved one or just someone who liked my art but MOST importantly i really appreciate everyone who was kind + supportive + patient back then :D 🩷

so i just wanted to take the time to write some kind of thank you note, even if it probably will miss most of the people who knew me back then!!

im a LOT happier and more stable now with a combination of meds that work for me + years of self help and therapy! due to the psychosis i wont ever be fully out of the woods but the progress ive been able to make really stuns me when i think back on how things used to be. i love life and even though theres a lot of bad things in this world i think its still worth it to be alive... i want to keep going and fight for my marginalized peers so we can all feel safe and be in love with living!💕

thank you again, and bye for now ^_^

[ask-the-cog-bosses]

[[ im Finally out of school so except some Actual Updates soon!! ]]

[scrupuloussnollygoster]

there is literally nothing more awkward than being the only mentally ill person in a psych class

[puddingpawprints]

i need to lose a tickle fight so bad. i need to be pinned on my belly while someone scribbles into my ribs and squeezes my sides while telling me to fight back at least a little

[puddingpawprints]

throwing open a huge wooden door to a crowded tavern and stumbling in gravely injured then collapsing in the middle of the floor while croaking out “….need…… tickles…….” before succumbing to my wounds(not getting tickled)

[puddingpawprints]

born to be tickled forced to ask for it

[puddingpawprints]

i’ve been inhaling project hail mary/bloodymary tickle fics like oxygen, and if i don’t get more soon i’ll have to do the unthinkable(start writing again)