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#i want to be one of these snails
inkskinned · 9 months
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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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skygoldart · 2 months
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Grian cosplay on the way! In the meantime, I’ve made some snails to go with it
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lucalicatteart · 6 months
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 sculpted a strange shimmery two headed snail, speckled with wild flowers on it's shell~
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fanaticsnail · 2 months
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Pertaining to Sapsorrow, will we ever get to see the sun dress *ahem* in action?
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The moon must rise before the sun shines above the horizon.
The next chapter of Sapsorrow is the dance of courtship between Mihawk and his governess, courtesy of the Clown adhering to the traditions of Kuraigana. Mihawk never got the opportunity to woo his bride, and now he must in order to win her favour. Thanks, Clown.
The following chapter will be the tying and untying of the sensual sundress: tied by a blindfolded Benn Beckman, and hopefully untied by Mihawk - if there's no complications that has him losing all composure and cut the damn thing off.
But rest assured, dear anon. More is to come for this tale.
(I have been swamped a little in my personal life, and I want to make sure it's perfect before posting! It is coming, I promise 🖤)
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flovoid · 2 months
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when he is the son of a fairy & bigfoot..🐌
my entry for "simblr adventuring guild" by @buttertrait !!!
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kedreeva · 9 months
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I think she's getting ready to molt again, she's made her hammock much bigger than before and has sealed herself in as of 2 days ago. If she's successful, it will be one of her last molts, as once they are adults, they don't molt anymore.
I have her adult enclosure set up and waiting.
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dogtoling · 1 year
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Fellas I did NOT know what to draw for this theme.
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dailykugisaki · 3 months
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Day 104 | id in alt
*Kugisaki voice* Itadori, your mom is a fucking freak.
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hiatus-queen72 · 1 month
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You can’t tell me this wouldn’t be a cute hat on me.
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l3irdl3rain · 9 months
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May we see Josie?
Also what size tank is she in and do you have any plans for a second tarantula or invertebrate in general? If so what species?:D
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Josie is in a 15 gallon! I feel like it’s a really good size to allow her to move around and give her everything she needs while also being easy to clutter in a way that makes her feel safe. Ignore her water dish full of dirt, apparently she did some redecorating yesterday.
I love keeping Josie and would love to keep more inverts in the future. There’s nothing in particular that I’ve researched a ton, but just things that I’ve seen here and there and thought “maybe someday”. No immediate plans for anything though.
I’d love to try out caring for more tarantulas. But I’m also interested in various scorpions, giant African millipedes, and blue feigning death beetles. Other creepy crawlies interest me too, those are just some off the top of my head
EDIT: also jumping spiders!!! I want one so very bad
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fanaticsnail · 20 days
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Babe, at this point, just take the playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6aGOhPb0p8MAyAyXxuvOdH?si=2TKkcJExTnaguNCqx6bUVQ&pi=u-B9AJuWw1QtCE
OOOOOOOOH MORE SONGS!! Thank you, you absolute darl! Always up for some new tunes to loop while I write! I'm loving the Ricky Montgomery on there.
This song: Maple Syrup - The Backseat Lovers.
It gives me Dad Donquixote Rosinante and Son Trafalgar Law. Especially the "Your purple sweater is sitting in my living room. I tried to wear it, but I knew that it would smell like you." I know it's comes across as a breakup, but I can hear it as the loss of a parent too. Or maybe something else entirely.
For example:
Imagine Law keeping his dad's crusty, old, dark-feathered coat and trying it on. Imagine him applying his face paint in the mirror to see what he'd look like donning it. Imagine him breaking down when the memory of his adoptive dad's age sinks in, knowing he'd never see what he'd look like older. Imagine Law's turmoil at the fact his birthday is rapidly approaching, finally lapping the age Rosinante was when he perished.
Imagine him being so overwhelmed by the despair that all who he holds close could slip away at any moment. Imagine him hearing "I love you, Law," and picturing his dad's face as he lay broken, riddled with bullets and bleeding out in the icy snow.
Imagine Law looking in the mirror again with tear-soaked eyelashes, wiping the paint from his face with his wrist and forearm - only for his glassy eyes to get a glimpse of blonde in the corner of the reflection.
The memory of a smile, the scent of tobacco, the shuffle of clumsy feet, the taste of rum tinting the air, and finally fully seeing the hooded red hat crowning a silent man sitting completely still and waiting in the corner of the room.
Is he back? Surely that's impossible.
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doubledyke · 1 month
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man courage the cowardly dog plushies are almost as fucked up looking (affectionate) as eene plushies
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echoesofadream · 4 months
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so many books on my tbr and also so many books i have started but not finished and im thinking about reading dostojevskij instead
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azurecitrus · 2 years
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Oh god the tumblr girlies are gonna go insane when they find out that Jonathan Harker’s hair turns white from the trauma halfway through the novel. Like just screaming and crying and rattling the bars. Good for them! Good for them!
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