Who was gonna tell me that sitting down on a cold hard floor alone in a room barely illuminated with only a small lamp light in the dead of night, hugging your knees while putting the same song on loop to play over and over and over again as you close your eyes and start rocking side to side softly and slowly for 30 minutes FELT SO GOOOD??
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YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS THATS RIGHT ITS ART SUMMARY TIME. OH YEEAAAH
tpn is definitely one of the longest fixations i've had in a very long time, these kids mean soo much to me and have helped me branch out with my art in really fun ways. i'm really happy with where my style is now, and heres to another year of drawing the same damn anime characters <3
2022 | 2021 | 2020
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You're going to have to believe me when I say my major realizations to having a developmental condition now, despite being on the cusp of special ed classes, being bullied for moving weird or being concerningly behind on developmental milestones as a kid, was ACTUALLY seeing clips of jerma and thinking "Oh that's why I got bullied" and 2 watching happy feet as an adult LMAO. Also seeing the common jokes abt jerma be 1 to 1 with shit I've even heard abt me even as an adult. Like how do you exist, you're like an animal, or an alien, like you're something mimicking something ect ect you look weird you move weird it's scary
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The problem with balloons, obviously, is that they are both predictable and unpredictable. You know that they will pop, it's inescapable, but you can’t ever know for sure when. An example: the moment Snork opened his mouth to explain after successfully managing to regain his breath, a balloon interrupted him, exploding above that one tiny mymble’s head, which was the so-called ‘last straw’.
He knew then; he was too late to defuse the ticking time bomb.
OR,
How the fourth episode of the third season (Inventing Snork) could have gone if a balloon had popped before Snork got a chance to do it himself. Snufkin and Snork have a proper meeting.
I just figured a nice Snufkin & Snork would do us all some good, so here you go.
AND YES - IF YOU'VE NOTICED, WHICH MEANS YOU'RE INCREDIBLE - THE COVER ART WAS MADE BY @laecandraw! Isn't it just marvelous? They beta read and helped me through the writing of this fanfic!
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there really is something so devastating about having a parent that has a literal degree in psychology (specialized in child psychology) who worked as a birth to three child developmental resources coordinator for like fourteen years and knowing that because of those things, they will never believe you when you think you have something because they think they know more than you and also know you better than you know yourself. and in any scenario the only way they will EVER agree with you is if they came up with the idea of the diagnosis first. wild shit honestly
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I can legitimately and without feeling like I’m faking it somehow self diagnose my autistic nature when my mom and grandma both say yeah I think you’re autistic and my mom thought for YEARS that I was possibly autistic and since I was born and grew up in the 2000s, girls aren’t diagnosed in childhood, and can’t get diagnosed in the 00s and I’d be classified as high functioning/low support needs cause I’m not nonverbal and not a boy who likes math and trains by stereotype, it’s hilariously funny that for years now I’ve been like slowly edging my way into saying/doing self diagnosis after researching like hell and taking the online assessments like I think raads and some other one like legitimate ones, figuring out I do have most of the traits from the diagnostic criteria, am shit socially and likely also have ARFID, a disorder dealing with sensory issues with food which is a autistic thing that occurs and I hate lights smells and sound most of the time even before the forever migraines I’m having now that make the existing issues 10 times worse
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