#potential trigger warning

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Sam and Ruby because they fascinate me.

You can interpret this in many ways, i think. Much like how it is in the show.

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I hate the people who say “Bring Back Bullying”. I’m not a hateful person, but I can’t let something like that slide.

Those people have never had to sit at the Buddy Bench almost every day in late 4th and 5th grade, having the same group of girls (one of which used to be your best friend) come up to you and say “are you seriously alone again?” And laugh at you.

They’ve never been teased and made fun so much that they ended up selling all their my hero academia manga. They’ve never been laughed at for wearing merch from their favorite franchises because they were some of the few things keeping them going. They’ve never had to be ashamed of wearing their favorite clothes ever again.

They’ve never had to sit on the sidelines of the soccer field at recess, getting occasionally hit by the ball, because they were “too fat” to be good at a sport.

They’ve never had to leave a friend group and spend the rest of that grade alone because it’s a small school, and everyone is friends with their bully despite all of the horrible things they’ve done to them. They’ve never had to have their only friends be their teachers.

They’ve never had to have their mom drag them into the car, playing your favorite music, with the promise of getting food after school because they were crying so hard out of a fear and distain toward going to school every morning.

They’ve never had to remember that horrible things like this are still happening today. That kids are growing up to hate themselves and their favorite things because other people are too insecure and hateful to try to talk to and treat them like a normal person.

Never “Bring Back Bullying”. Trust me it’s still here, and it really, really sucks.

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ssssome traditional doodles… tap on the ferret to see full image of it :3

ferret is le dnd character btw

meow meow meow

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I just read the new chapter. I’m not ok.

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{ The itch to talk about more feminism because I just noticed somethingggg }

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One day (at the end of the tunnel)

One day I’ll tell my kids about the light at the end of the tunnel.

One day I’ll tell my kids about how it was so dark in there for so long we started to wonder, in secret, if we would ever find that little light.

One day I’ll tell my kids about how some days we would think we could see it, a little hallucination of light, a trick from straining our eyes in the dark. Was it a light? Maybe. Yes. Well, maybe.

One day I’ll tell my kids about the day that we finally did see that little light. About how it blinked sometimes like it might disappear but we were sure now that there was a light at the end of that tunnel.

I’ll tell them about the days that it would rain outside so the little light would dim and go out and we were never sure if it would come back but we wouldn’t sob, not out loud because we had come so far we couldn’t stop now. Not for anything. At least that’s what we told ourselves.

One day I’ll tell my kids about how that little light would grow. Some days it would grow and grow and grow, so beautiful and bright, bright enough that we could start to see ourselves and each other again in the shadows. Some days no matter how far we would run it never seemed to get any closer. But it was there.

One day I’ll tell my kids about the day that we finally reached that little light at the end of the tunnel. About how we’ll laugh and cry and hug each other. About how we’ll cry because we were so scared even when we didn’t let ourselves feel it, because we are so scared, because we’re happier than we have been in a long time, because we just don’t know what else to do.

We’ll cry because as beautiful as this world is outside, it’s different from the world on the other side of the tunnel. It will be better in some ways and not so much in others. We’ll cry because not everyone made it to the other side of the tunnel. We’ll cry because we’re so damn relieved to be outside again and we’ll love that world in a way we didn’t the other, but even if we miss that other world there is no going back.

One day I’ll tell my kids about that other world, about that tunnel. I wonder if they’ll believe me. I wonder if they’ll understand what I’m telling them.

I hope they do. I hope they don’t.

I wrote this a few weeks ago when I was Feeling Things because of Reasons so maybe it's dramatic but I keep thinking about it and so I thought maybe other people might be feeling like this?

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A sketch inspired by @/localeyeball_ on tiktok :)

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