#my brain hurts!

[prismit]

to any nonbinary people reading this, never forget:

you can collect SOUL by striking enemies. once enough SOUL is collected, you can hold B to focus SOUL and regain health.

#ghost town... 2! #hollow knight #idk my brain hurts lmao. too much beat saber. sorry if someone's already made this joke lol it happens

[bixels]

Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!

#personal #my art #Fuck your fake ass 'i am very smart!' intellectualizing “observations” and open your god damn ears. #do something for fucks sake. it's sickening seeing videos of ai crap and seeing rows and rows of repliers using their one brain synapse #to type “wow! very exciting!” “haha this is kind of scary! but in a really interesting way!” #and then they go about their day without a second thought while creative industries burn around them #i go to one of america's top tech schools too and it's enough to make you wanna tear our your hair #every day it's seminars and talks about “the potential consequences of ai!” when the consequences are happening NOW #NO MORE DISCUSSING NO MORE INTELLECTUALIZING NO MORE SOCRATIC SEMINARS NO MORE DEBATING. ACT YOU COWARDS #people are getting hurt RIGHT NOW. stop pretending to care when you clearly don't! just be honest and say you wanna make money #my time here has really made me hate academic spaces. you people are so god damn useless and cowardly.

[obsob]

love is stored in the parallel play

#mine #original #ouagh . hello !! #we had to say goodbye to one of my kitties last week....she was we think maybe 16 or 17!! old lady!! #i will do a drawing for her when it hurts a little less #we are going to pick up her ashes in like. 15 minutes #ah.....th cruelty of time... #thank u all my commission people u r being very patient!! i will send sm more pics tomorrow hopefully #this and two other drawings will be new prints also!! i will probably order those this week i think #i still plan on making stickers but its too big brain for me rn sfbsks

[panthermouthh]

“How can I move thee? Will no entreaties cause thee to turn a favourable eye upon thy creature, who implores thy goodness and compassion? Believe me, Frankenstein, I was benevolent; my soul glowed with love and humanity; but am I not alone, miserably alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow creatures, who owe me nothing?”

#Frankenstein #Victor Frankenstein #the creature #frankensteins monster #Mary Shelley #gothic art #this one hurt my brain to figure out #I worked on this for like six hours straight today good god #I used a different quote over on instagram because I couldn’t choose one lol #it is very late and I must sleep GNIGHT <33 #my art

[lazylittledragon]

i feel like social media has warped people’s perception of conflict in relationships by making you think that any minor fuck up is the end of the world and everyone is secretly a narcissist manipulator with sinister motives, because actually in real life you just say “i’m sorry, that was a bad thing, i shouldn’t have done that” and the other person says “thank you for apologising” and then that’s the end of it

#ramble #i hate that it took until my 20s to realise that i can’t go through my life just trying not to hurt people. because it will happen #it just does happen sometimes #and you have to drop out of the tiktok school of ‘i’m incapable of doing anything wrong ever and everyone else is the problem’ #and get comfortable with making mistakes and learning from them #you’re fine. it’s fine #disclaimer obviously this doesn’t mean you don’t have to try to be kind or considerate anymore as long as you apologise. use your brain

[time-slink]

failed invis

#my art #ethoslab #trafficblr #secret life #messy as hell so in case u can’t tell: this is when he went red; he’s standing in a river #only let myself spend about an hour on this because anything more would’ve hurt my brain #(i know he just couldn’t unequip his shield in time shhh artistic liberty X)) #you ever get an image so strong you have to get it out of your head somehow. yeah

[clouvu]

Mother and Father 🫶

#genshin impact #arlecchino #peruere #clervie #arlevie #CANON CANT HURT ME IF IM DELUSIONAL ENOUGH!!!! #I feel like im a peasant who was just struck with the bubonic plague #they're rotting my brain so fucking bad ive yet to have a moment of peace since the animated short dropped #head in hands shaking crying throwing up because Clervie would've been a wonderful mother to the hoth children #the way she would've given them all the genuine affection and care she never received from her own mother #Not to mention she wouldve had arle's curse in check and softened her out around the edges for the children as well

[warriorsofsplatsville]

"That's enough of that. I have to go back out into the desert again for more scrap metal and material. Maybe I'll come back to the city in two weeks."

#get bc. bc splat 3 is in two w #//ic #//mirage #//dash commentary #my brain hurts!

[koszmarnybudyn]

So this song fits them so very well right?

#malevolent #john doe #john doe malevolent #john malevolent #arthur lester #tw blood #cw blood #implied child death #cw bones #tw bones #my art #if i need to add more tags just ket me know #idk the original author or the name of the actual song im sorry :(( #but this was stuck in my brain and i just had to draw it #theyve been in my brain rent free :[ #this was kinda a pain in the ass to color tbh and to actually draw #also i need to practice lettering :/// #but its done and im very happy about that i out a lot of thought into it #the stuff in the middle represents the people they hurt/killed (sorry no parker and like some creatures) #also are you guys going insane they are indeed holding hands!!!!?!?! crazyyyyy

[pokeberry5]

directionless anger

(or, something like: the robin mantle is a curse, but that isn't inherently anyone's fault and someone has to wear it)

i adapted the two pages below the cut bc they were haunting me—tim having a nightmare the day of his mother's funeral, from Batman (1940) #455: “Identity Crisis, Part 1”, from this post

#dc #dick grayson #tim drake #bruce wayne #sart #long post #cw eyestrain #sometimes you’re 14 and the people who were supposed to take care of you hurt you but they didn't mean to #in fact it’s the last thing they wanted #and what do you do with that? #trying to exorcise all the brain worms before my semester starts and i inevitably have neither the time nor the energy #i would also like it to be known that i find his hair from the period very charming but BY GOD do i struggle drawing it

[thesargasmicgoddess]

Update on the current state of my PhD hoe life...

Sprinkles and iced tea for a topless/bottomless lunch sounds about right for the mental capacity I have right now 🤣🤣

#my brain hurts #me #sargasmicgoddess #my kitchen #work life school hoe parent research sexpot balance is a myth 🤣 #hello random non-art quality smut 🤣 #phd hoe chronicles

[sackoflower]

come get in bed with me

#dumb caption sorry #my brain hurts #sackoflower #tags your canoe #18+ only #h0rnyposting

[lazylittledragon]

what do you mean youre technically a detransitioner cause of terf bullshit?

it's a v long story but i detransitioned for a couple of years when i was 16/17, for multiple reasons but mostly because i fell into the blaire white/kalvin garrah chamber of "you have to be This way to be trans otherwise you're not real".

i was already Deeply insecure about myself and my 'passing' and i was led to believe that i couldn't want to wear makeup or skirts, and i couldn't choose not to have bottom surgery, and i couldn't do anything but bind for 12+ hours a day to the point that my ribcage is still misshapen. basically i thought that if i wasn't suffering enough doing 'feminine' things, i couldn't really be trans, so i should just go back to being a girl and suck it up.

the terf bullshit is because i'd seen a lot of terfs/detransitioners talking about the 'dangers' of testosterone and how it would turn me into a horrible ugly evil monster and how there was nothing worse than wanting to be a man. which combined with 'you need to fully medically transition to be valid at all' creates some very dangerous and upsetting feelings to cope with.

it also came from trying really hard to put myself in a little box before i realised that my sexuality/gender are very fluid and it's FINE for me not to have a label and just do whatever i want. when i was 19 or so i went back to using they/them (and eventually he/him) and changed my name again because even though i like doing 'feminine' things, i don't want to be seen as a woman.

tldr: i was conditioned by transphobic/terf rhetorics to think that i was being trans the 'wrong' way so i couldn't be trans at all, so i believed i must actually be a girl if i still wanted to do 'feminine' things. nowadays i am a transmasc who does feminine things because i don't give two shits about what any transmed prick thinks of me anymore.

#ramble #ok to reblog btw i'm fine with this being shared #this was meant to be a short version but this is just the whole story whoops #sorry i realised the way i phrased it sounded like i'm the detrans you see in the news #i'm Technically a detransitioner because a lot of detrans stats are people who go on to RETRANSITION #because detransition is often because of social stigma and not because you realised you weren't trans #so anyway. terfs are cancer and if you don't think their bs is harming children you're wrong #i know it's easy to say 'you should've used your brain and realised those people were wrong' #but like. when you're 16 you're SO impressionable. even if you think you aren't #especially when you're watching people who have been transitioning longer than you and you assume they know everything #i was in my mid-late teens when 'transtrender' videos were MASSIVE and i believed it!!! and i was Not nice about those people #all they made me believe was that being trans couldn't be colourful and comfy and fun. it just had to be Pain #i hope everyone who contributed to the 'you need to be this way to be trans' mindset knows how much hurt they've caused #nowadays i don't care. go and be stargender. we have actual problems to deal with not debates about neopronouns #anyway this was long. that's the story

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Kala is filing a complaint

#oh dont worry they said the sky is harmless they said its all superstition they said #yeah sure. explain this then #this is an incomplete list not including: sun hurting eyes; thunder hurting ears; and other such things #ive doodled sth along these lines more than once before lol bc it is on my brain often #but dont think i've posted anything for it before? i might be wrong but doesnt matter #i dont draw her enough anyway #my art #my ocs #oc: kalagna brosca #kala and june are the candidates who always look too young when i draw them rip #gotta figure out how to make them look older smh.. #dont think kala should be quite as baby faced by the time of inquisition lol

[lovely-rubeum]

affirming word.

your first argument with al haitham is one you are sure you’ll never forget. not because of his piercing words and the cold way he stares back at you, but because of his desperate reassurance. the soft way he held you as apologies were uttered, and the gentle way he cared for every tear you shed.

a/n: waah this is my first fic on this account !! cheers ^^

w/c: ~1.5k

warnings: not proof read (im lazy my bad) mentions of arguments, insecurities. hurt/comfort

al haitham has been in maybe, one relationship before this one, you gather. there’s a certain coarseness to the way he approaches love and being in love with you that bleeds with lack of experience. it is not a slight against him, in fact, you’d consider it the furthest from that. you are honored to have been so cherished by someone who claims to not have time for trivial things. if al haitham is good at one thing, beyond mathematics or research or memorization, it is making you feel like you are not and will never be “trivial” to him. he remembers every date, he recalls every small detail, and he does everything he can, even in his busy schedule to make time for you. because you are the one he chose, and you are beyond his preconceptions about the usefulness and reason for “falling in love,” or other trifling activities.

so, when he calls you just that -- useless and pointless and trivial, it stings. and it stings for more than an hour, after the silence has settled in your shared living space and dinner has gone cold. it stings every time he looks at you, unable to control his cold and calculating frustration. even by the time said frustration is no longer directed at you but at himself for getting caught up -- for the escalation to petty insults rather than progress towards a natural solution. even as you both stand up and say you’re sorry for hurting each other and promise to listen and care. you are still left stinging. you ache all over, even as you lie in bed with him, his warm arms pulling your form close as you both whisper declarations of retreat, compromise, and love. you close your eyes and take in his scent, woody, almost a bit musky and just a twinge reminiscent of a well kept library. you would find solace here, but you cannot help but ache. your eyes sting with salt and self-admonishment as you sleep, feeling as though the two of you are left further apart than you were before.

it’s been several days now. the sounds of the bustling streets and the near silence of the akademia’s halls do nothing to comfort your still stirring heart. you see al haitham every day, you tell him you love him every day (because you do, and you’ll be damned before the aftermath of a finished argument tells you that you do not). he echoes the same, but still you think

trivial? were you nothing but pointless and foolish? did your beloved boyfriend, in times of distress, think of you as the very things he swore not to make you feel you were? it hurts to feel distant from him, but you’re sure he hasn’t noticed. in fact, you think it’s better that he hasn’t noticed. he’s a busy, busy man. and, really, he shouldn't be worried about something as frivolous as the way you feel about a pain that’s passed silently for days. you’ll get over it, because you’ve already talked and you love him and that should be enough.

but you forget, that al haitham, while not a fool, is foolishly in love with you. he is a man that gets what he needs and what he wants and when there are obstacles in his path he devises clear plans to avoid them. the only thing he would readily admit to making mistakes over is you. you and your smile that lights up his entire world, you and the way you care for him and challenge his mind in the most electrifying way. you who holds him as he sinks into the depths of his mind, and you who promises him eternity, irrational as that may be. so when you distance yourself, drowning in your own hurt, al haitham is planning. your wounds are like aching scars on his back. prickling with pain and a reminder of his failing, not to himself, but his failing to provide you with the world as you deserve. he sits in his office, stiff and cautious. what on earth could it be that has sent you away from him? what sort of thorns have coated your heart and how should he cut through them to get to you? 

you don’t think much of it, when you’re called into al haitham’s office today. you expect nothing more than an update about his findings. you’ll walk in, say hello, chat for a time until you realize you’ve veered off course and then you’ll depart with timid “i love you”s and you’ll stare into the silence as you hope for the short moment to lift your heart the way it had before it was wounded. you do not expect to see him staring anxiously at the door as you enter. you do not expect him to run a hand through his pretty gray hair and quietly ask you a question.

“could you lock the door?” you do, but you’re holding your breath. dread floods your veins and you cannot help but feel intimidated as he stands and approaches you. in an attempt to flee from your racing mind and heart, you change the subject.

“hi, dear. did you need something? i should have given you the report from—” you’re silenced by the worried look on his face. it’s a foreign expression, one where his shining, always focused eyes dart around you with a mixture of something like fear and hurt, and one where his built arms hang awkwardly at his sides as he figures out what to say first.

“there’s something wrong,” he starts. your breath hitches and you’re forced to break eye contact. al haitham frowns. “please don’t do that. please look at me.” the plea hurts your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to do just that. you try to wave it off.

“there’s nothing—” but the shake in your voice betrays you. he waits for you to open up. for you to take the first step, because your comfort is his priority, but you can tell with the tension in the air that he will cut through if you do not. al haitham gets what he needs, and what he needs more than life is your happiness. you’re sure of that now, as you look back at his expression, endlessly full of concern for you. you can’t bring yourself to lie anymore. “okay, maybe there is something.”

“may i inquire?” he says it so timidly you’d think he’s another person. you can’t stop yourself from sighing. 

“i just… it’s stupid. i don’t think it’s worth making a big deal. i’ll be over it soon.” the deadpan look on his face says otherwise.

“you have been… apart from your usual self. for longer than three nights. i’m worried about you.” al haitham’s admission is shaking, but resolute. his soothing voice quakes just the slightest bit, but he refuses to back down. you cave at his look, just as you always do.

“i‘m just… still hurt. over what you said, when we argued? i didn’t want you to feel bad since we already moved on from the problem but i keep thinking about it and hearing it in my head. you called me trivial.” al haitham pauses, as if recounting the event. you continue. “i know you probably didn’t mean it, but i can’t help but think that maybe…”

“stop,” he says with a gentleness reserved only for you. he places his hands gently on your shoulders while silently asking for permission in his gaze to pull you close. you nod, and suddenly his hand is patting the back of your head softly, as if you’re the most cherished being in the universe itself.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” you feel your eyes welling up with tears as he holds you close and admits fault. he pulls away slightly, but only to dry your tears with his thumb.

“you are everything to me. and it was only foolish of me to have allowed things to progress to this point. i would move mountains and slay the worst of foes just to see you happy. i have taken away part of your smile, even for a second. and for that i am so sorry.”

there is a tenderness in his eyes. you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful expression if you tried, and it is then that you realize he is not used to wearing this expression. he is clumsy in the way he squeezes you, and although he is intelligent, he is also inept in maintaining his usual aloofness as he reassures you that you will never be a waste of his time. it is then too, that you notice the fear squandering his composure as he promises to love you for what may be the millionth time.

you relax and while you cry in his arms, you allow al haitham’s affirming word into your heart, never to be shaken again.

#al haitam x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham genshin #al haitham fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact hurt/comfort #he's kinda been living in my brain the past few days tbh #al haitham come be my math tutor challenge #unrelated to the fic. i just wanted to say #rue's love letters

[itsapmseymour]

I feel like Neuro Divergent peeps should be entitled to compensation for the damage Sheldon Cooper caused to neurodivergence

#it’s agonizing #this baboongles man hurts my brain