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Don't take it out on others

A PSA addressing behavior that's often excused due to mental health.

We all have our issues, our bad days and bad periods, we have our problems and our frustrations, but despite all these thorns in our sides, it's never, ever okay to take it out on someone through passive aggressive behavior, name calling or any other rude approaches.

In these situations one has to address themselves, step back and breathe, find something to stimulate that part of yourself that's not doing well. Get some fresh air by opening a window to breathe, get a glass of water, lie on the floor for a hot minute and just relax. take a break, and ask someone if they can help you.

If you don't have someone you want to rely on or you're someone that doesn't want to bother anyone, write it down. Get it out somehow. but don't ever, ever think that it's okay to take it out on someone else, because it's not.

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F/os PLEASE INTERACT I AM DYING

#cicisays #had aptsd episode at 3am #had my eyes opened about abuse my mother #or at the very lkeast her putting her feelings over my own fr #i am fucking tired and sad lmaaooo #anyone want to chat? #not being distrated is killing meee

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

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being mentally ill + suicidal at a young age (before 18) is. strange, because you grow up with this idea that one day you’ll finally snap, turn off, be brave enough to kill yourself, so you don’t really plan for the future. adulthood- further life, it isn’t for you, nor do you feel included within the future of it. it isn’t.. it isn’t part of your life plan.

and then before you know it you’re 18 and you’re an adult but you never thought you’d get this far and sure it’s great that you’re still alive you guess but also. you feel so alone + lost in a world you never expected or planned to be a part of.

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Kinda nonhuman because mental illness, kinda nonhuman because not being properly socialized as a kid, kinda nonhuman because queer, kinda nonhuman because angry at humanity, kinda nonhuman because longing for the unconditional love of a pet and it’s master, and kinda nonhuman because secret sixth thing.

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''Doesn't know what it's like to receive love''

#reblogs this gain beacuse me too

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Coming to terms with the fact that society hates autistic people

I just saw some comments that were like "If you're autistic, neurotypical people hate you" and "growing up as autistic in our neurotypical society is almost always inherently traumatizing." And you know what? I absolutely agree. It really resonates with me to hear fellow autistic and generally neurodivergent people talk about the hate, rejection, misunderstanding, and even dehumanization we receive from most neurotypicals.

My entire childhood was spent being the "weird girl" until I got good enough at masking to fit in better. Even now, as an adult, I get negative comments from my own (neurotypical) parents when I display certain neurodivergent behaviors. My family is always like "that's so Katy" and shake their heads when I act "too" autistic and it feels so fucking patronizing. I've had negative experiences and even disciplinary action at jobs I've had for exhibiting neurodivergent behavior (usually related to my ADHD, but sometimes autism too). My entire fucking life I've been told by society to not act too much like myself or else I'll put everyone off.

And then you see people being sympathetic to the parents of autistic children who abuse or even kill them. "It's sad, but it's understandable" neurotypical people say. Videos of autistic children having meltdowns are full of people saying that they should be locked up because they're no better than animals. We're seen as a burden, a drain on society, who are only tolerated if we learn to act "normal" and don't make the neurotypicals uncomfortable. Autistic people are front and center in "cringe" compilations and are ruthlessly bullied.

If I'm being honest, I'm still unlearning a lot of ableist thoughts that were instilled in me growing up. I sometimes catch myself thinking that other autistic people are annoying, and I have to stop myself and think "Do you really find them annoying, or were you programmed to be dismissive of people who don't act neurotypically enough?"

Anyway, idk where I'm going with this text wall. The older I get, the more I become aware of how much I've been harmed by an extremely ableist society, and it breaks my heart that more neurodivergent kids are being taught to suppress their true selves the way I was.

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This was an OLD WIP and I finally drew it lol

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I’m just going to leave this here…

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[Image description: A watercolour picture of three of my characters, Roger and Jess, who are sleeping and their imaginary sister Screwball watching over them. Roger (left) is a brown anthro rabbit with long, orange-tipped brown hair in a ponytail. He is wearing a colourful hoodie decorated with a jackalope shoulder patch and a desert with cacti landscape, a brown t-shirt with a rabbit skeleton on it, a Playboy bunny earring, and ripped blue jeans with a charm of Mirko from MHA hanging from the pocket. Jess (right) is a human girl with long, wavy red hair. She is wearing a Miffy hair clip, a yellow varsity sweater with her name on it, a red pleated skirt and yellow knee-high socks. Screwball (top) is a white toon rabbit with short, red hair, a swirl in one eye and a lop ear. She is wearing a blue and yellow polka dot bow, yellow gloves and a puffy red dress with different patterned patches sewn on it. They are in a colourful cloud world, asleep on a cloud table which has their real homework and textbooks scattered on it. Screwball's friends, various anthro foodstuffs and trees with pie-eyes, are partying behind them.]

In the world of my detective story Truth Seekers, there are many supernatural creatures with individual approaches to integrating with humans. Some hide amongst humans and some isolate themselves in their communities, but this can cause problems for human/supernatural hybrids like the two in the picture.

Roger (left) and Jess (right) are twins with a half-jackalope father and a human mother. Their father is determined to be fully human, to the point of forcing his kids to hide their non-human features and moving them to the UK to get away from other jackalopes. The pressure of keeping this secret and having to adjust to a new school and curriculum is pushing the twins to their breaking point.

Roger hides it very well behind his easy-going slacker persona and he has made friends very quickly, but having to constantly hold human form is taxing on his body and mind. Even at home, his jackalope features mean that he’s the scapegoat child, having to put up with his father’s blatant disdain for him. To spite his father, he’s taken to wearing rabbit-themed clothing and pestering him with questions about jackalope culture.

In contrast, Jess is hiding it a lot less well. Leaning on her alpha-bitch cheerleader persona was bad enough in America, but in Britain it just looks ridiculous and it guarantees that she won’t make any friends in her new school. In fact, she’s already made at least one enemy, a truant student named Ariel who has to put up with Jess harassing her any time she actually shows up for school. At home, Jess is a very different person. As the golden child, she has to be perfect and meek around her father, so that she doesn’t lose his favour.

All that Roger and Jess have is each other. Together, they have retreated into a private fantasy land. It started out as a story they wrote together based on the cartoons they loved as kids, but then they started dreaming of their cartoon land every single night. They knew that was strange, but they didn’t want give up their safe place, so they continued to dream. They soon decided that they should liven up the place by making a wacky toon rabbit to be their friend. They named her Screwball and made her their little sister. Her endearingly wacky antics made their lives a lot brighter, but there are signs that she’s a little too clingy to her big bro and sis. If it were up to her, they’d stay with her forever…

(Yes, this is all one big Roger Rabbit reference. These characters started out as fan-kids for Roger and Jessica that I made as a teenager and I'm repurposing them.)

Medium: Watercolour pens on paper.

Links to other versions: DeviantART Instagram

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the way tyler writes his lyrics in a way that's lowkey impossible to interpret at a first glance but still delivers the essential feel of it with the first impression is pretty amazing to me

#RIGHT?

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The famous meme that’s been going round, but fixed for the lyrics from Backslide which destroy me most emotionally…

#ME TO BITCH ME TOO #LETS GO

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A weaving of Twenty One Pilots lyrics on hope and living.

Truce (2013) // Next Semester (2024) // Guns for Hands (2013) // Trees (2013) // Holding Onto You (2012) // Kitchen Sink (2011) // Lovely (2011/2013)

#CRIES SAME #THE WAY THE LYRICS COME FULL CIRCLE GET SME #LAWAYS

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TWENTY ONE PILOTS - Next Semester (2024)

#THANK YOU TWENTY ONE POILOTS FOR HIITING ALWAYS #THIS LINE HAS NOT LEFT MY HEAD SINCE THE SONG FROPPED #somehow #their music is always there when I need it

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what the fuck is rizz. tell me i’m the knife you twist inside yourself

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Entry 1

I have woken up in a strange place, with a strange face. I am Fabius Bile, this much I know, but much of my memory is missing. I know things that seem to be large and important but details are... murky, to say the least. I am not even certain I remember every major event in my life, since I would not know what was missing. I know that I frequently transfer myself to new bodies, but this sort of thing is abnormal.

Something has gone wrong.

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OOC info:

Fabius Bile ask and RP blog that will mainly take the form of his journal entries and correspondence. Your character can write to him, even have extensive correspondence, but it will be a long time before he will be able to meet anyone's characters in person. He is Somewhere Else.

Mun is an Adult. Any fandom can interact. You can also write to him as yourself.

#go ask my friend questions everyone!! #:DDD

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spring saIe ends 4/30! all prints are 15% off, originals are 10% off. links in bio 🤍