Me when monsters.

Janaina Medeiros

No title available

Origami Around

shark vs the universe
d e v o n

⁂
Game of Thrones Daily

JVL
Sade Olutola
One Nice Bug Per Day
we're not kids anymore.

Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Three Goblin Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

No title available
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
No title available
seen from Iraq

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye

seen from T1
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Australia

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Singapore

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Uruguay
seen from United States
@wethades
Me when monsters.
❤️🤍🖤
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
This post feels like it's in dialogue with the 1912 poem Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Over these things I could not see; These were the things that bounded me; And I could touch them with my hand, Almost, I thought, from where
there really are few emotions i find more compelling in a story than "you should be afraid of me. please don't be afraid of me"
they could never make me hate you morally gray manipulative female characters who do unforgivable war crimes especially for the purpose of a greater good
Fic that appears to be an AU where the characters have a little low stakes meet cute and are having a sweet little romance, only for it to be revealed that no, this is in-universe and they both have amnesia and all the other characters are trying to find them and are losing their fucking shit
"your shoulders are beautiful and you're beautiful" "you're a regular guy you can be in a space" and other positive affirmations
Yelling “we got company” right before being attacked by a horde of enemies probably feels good as fuck for an action protagonist
I left Twitter cause I got tired of receiving death and rape threats for being a trans woman by fascists on the platform after Musk took over only to wind up on tumblr with a bunch of trans women insisting we do the EXACT same thing to trans men that LGB without the T did to all of us trans people.
They want to dump trans men on their own the same way cis gays did to all trans people.
I refuse to have it. I refuse to turn on my trans brothers. I will shout it over and over from the roof tops that we need to stick together now more than ever. The discourse between fems and mascs is just about the most stupid shit you can possibly do under a fascist regime THAT WANTS YOU FUCKING DEAD.
Don't be a fucking idiot. Touch some grass. Testosterone is not some magical poison that turns you into an evil misogynist. Trans men have experiences with misogyny before they transition. Teansandrophobia is real. Trans men are real men. Testosterone should be free and handed out at your local pharmacy like napkins at McDonald's.
And the best part is that you too can believe all this and still be completely valid as a woman. Recognizing the rights of trans men to exist and be happy and support them in doing so does not invalidate my feminism nor my own identity.
I love you, trans men. <3
the hanged man
(if yall could interact w this post regardless of how you feel about it that would be great bc I spent a lot of fucking time on it)
shout out to every undiagnosed emotionally stunted girl who feels like the world hates her. theres this wonder drug called testosterone and whilst it might not help you get social skills,
hey op can i add a transfem version of this?
dont ask me what to do im not your dad (you can)
shout out to every undiagnosed emotionally stunted boy who feels like the world hates him. theres this wonder drug called estradiol and whilst it might not help you get social skills,
Shout out to every undiagnosed emotionally stunted boy or girl who feels like the world hates him or her. theres this wonder thing called nonbinary and whilst it might not help you get social skills,
non-binary people don't get drugs? :(
we should give non-binary people some drugs :(
Shout out to every undiagnosed emotionally stunted who the fuck ever who feels like the world hates them.
Cocaine
I'm often really dedicated to the visual quality and authenticity of the memes I make, but like idk if I could ever make another human being care about that. I used the proper font and color picked the correct color and sized everything correctly and used the alignment tool to get the spacing right and redrew the nebula background and spent way too long messing with the drop shadow settings to mimic the original text. Skyrim media literacy 0 skill meme. If you care.
Your commitment to craftsmanship is appreciated. Years ago I spent way too long on this stupid meme to get the pull lines in the dark green and the fading of the lime color just right.
i am still stupidly proud of this lmao
absolutely devastated that op made this post unrebloggable before he deactivated. the effect this post had on my vocabulary is unbelievable
you need to get it out of your mind that psychosomatic illness is just “making up symptoms” when it’s actually much more like your body is being actively poisoned by chemicals released from your brain
if you’re so stressed that you’re puking your guts up every morning, are unable to eat or keep anything down, you can’t look at light without feeling infinitely worse and feel exhausted and in pain all the time (or whatever your particular stress induced symptom set is) you’re not just feeling like that because you’ve willed it into being. your body is begging for relief from the constant barrage of stress hormones and it requires the fundamental source of stress to go away, not just distracting yourself from the symptoms
just because the root is psychological doesn’t mean the result isn’t an entirely physical process.
This and also "your body is desperately trying to alert you to the fact that stress is killing you"
Doctor, looking at my neck x-ray: “The muscles of your neck are in such spasm right now that your spine has lost its curve. No wonder you’re in such pain. What the heck did you do to yourself?”
Me: “I work on a computer all day.”
Doctor: “Ah. That will do it. Right, so here’s a script for anti-inflammatories and a muscle relaxer. Also try hot and cold on it, 15 minutes each, and then gentle movements between each round. You’ll feel better in about a week.”
Me: “In a week I’m still going to need to work on the computer.”
Doctor: “And here’s also a script for 6 months of Physical Therapy.”
Me: “In 6 months I’m still going to need to work at a computer.”
Doctor: “And take breaks and do stretches between meetings?”
Me: “They book me in back to back meetings where I work. I eat lunch at my computer. I have to excuse myself to go pee.”
Doctor: “…”
Me: “…”
Doctor: “Um… it sounds like this job is actually, literally, killing you? Can you possibly work someplace else?” *
———
*note: It wasn’t said as flippant advice, and the doctor was 100%. right. After I got a different job — which took a WHILE — it was in a different corporate culture, one that didn’t believe in filling the day with meetings. I was able to do the stretches I was supposed to do, and also walk at lunch, and my neck is much better now. Not everyone has this choice. But maybe, if your job is killing you too, start thinking about an escape plan. Your body will eventually turn you into a pretzel otherwise. Nothing psychosomatic about that.
They’re passive aggressively cleaning each others faces in the banana bed rn
peace and love on planet earth….