Hi :D! Your art is so pretty oddnjeksndndjdjd you’re wildly talented!! I was wondering if you could draw Annabelle Cane? I’m a little bit (very) obsessed with her lol (probably exactly what she wants) (really sorry if I broke a rule of etiquette for making art requests, I’ve never done this before!) (anyways, have a lovely day!)
Daily TMA 170 - Anabelle!!
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Goblin brain: let’s look on ravelry for new patterns to knit.
Rational brain: but, we have so many things we’re currently knitting on? Couldn’t we use Craft Time™️ to work on those instead of looking at more patterns that we’ll start and then put aside in the sad corner of indefinite WIPs, thus continuing the vicious cycle of constantly creating but never actually finishing?
Goblin brain: hey Google, open ravelry.
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POV: it’s a modern au and Sokka has a big ol husky (bc of course he does) and lives in an apartment complex. Now Sokka isn’t the best at remembering things, and on this particular day, he forgot to lock his door on his way out. Fun fact: his husky can open doors. So now there’s a huge husky in Zuko’s apartment that he’s never seen before how tf did he get in anyway?? Oh right he can open doors and has apparently decided he lives in Zuko’s apartment now.
Imagine Zuko walks out of the bathroom, in his own home, and his first thought is “huh….well that’s not my dog-”
Shoutout to @purplestrawberrywerewolf for being the first to hear this idea :3
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Leafie quietly chased after the two former Commanders, looking up to see them stop pinned down the Scrafty again as Mira bit it. Causing the poor Pokémon to yell in pain. While that, Leafie stopped in place as she used her coat to cover her hearing as the painful cries of an Scrafty pierced the air. Creating memories from her past of how she and her brother were taken away from Pinwheel Forest, and been put through so much pain through training and testing…to the point her brother couldn’t move anymore which made Mira and Veda enraged. As Mira tried to smack him back to training, causing Leafie to lash out and bite Mira. Remembering to be a horrific mistake as Leafie received her scars on her face and side back…wounded and exhausted…but alone. She remembered she was thrown into isolation, scared for being isolated, but scared for her brother…who unfortunately didn’t make it through the training… leaving Leafie … all alone.
Surviving through hell itself from Mira, selecting her as one of her Pokémon Members… Leafie didn’t remember much after that, all she felt was herself being numb and so angry…but the most she can remember was darkness that she couldn’t escape from. Hearing cries and whimpers for what she was forced to do…until…
Leafie woke up from her memory, as she looked back to see the turning Mira and Cobalt. The Scrafty’s cry was lessening, making the prey mantis panic…she had to act. She was afraid…yet she couldn’t let them take another life away…just like what happened to her brother. She finally came out of hiding and used X Scissor on the two. Landing a hit on both Mira and Cobalt as they let go of the Scrafty.. now shaking and terrified from the whole experience as it looked up to see a fur and feathered Leavanny.
Mira growled but thanks to her meal, her wounds healed quickly…except one. Her chest contained a stab wound caused by Wes when he held Aries’s Moon Blade. Sadly, it won’t be enough for Leafie as she stood in front of the Scrafty. “Bold…I’ve forgotten you had a fighting spirit ever since we captured you and your sibling…shame he didn’t make it.” Mira huffed, causing Leafie to hiss out of anger as well having tears form from the mention of her fallen brother…
“I’m still in need of Blood…. I’m trying to understand what Ozul and Durai did to us… it hurts… yet it’s… Fascinating?…” Mira questioned, making Cobalt walk up in front of her as he stand his ground. His shadowy body blazing as he grunts in pain, forming his tail as it had spikes glowing with dragon energy.
“We’ll worry about this later sadly… for now, not only this is our Dinning Hall…but we sadly must escape it… and if you are planning to get in our way, perhaps I’ll do you a favor in meeting your weakling of a brother again...” Cobalt opened his shadowy wing arms as he unleashed an inhuman roar at Leafie. Making her shutter in fear but she stood ready to fight…question is….how long will she last?
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Going feral about hinndredd and hinndredd Louie really all the hinndredd characters and versions of characters it’s where a lot of the older ideas regarding when hinndredd was on earth went along with the door lore, the Hamilton rip-off, the older version of current earth patchwork back when he was just a original patchwork reboot and not his own thing inspired mildly by bojack horseman, the older nightmare fuel reboot and associated lore, thauriel, Magnus tilby, more distilled and combined forms of characters that are sometimes somewhat demigod esc, the tower with myself at the top of it, azazel/cult on his endless quest to dig a pit, the scp characters, Magnus tilby, stuff regarding the origins of bauddalins, both types of joy(which ended up basically zombies without me noticing), every dropped plot thread that has ever existed, Magnus tilby
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At least Akhmal went out doing what he loved telling people to go fuck themselves. Rest easy king
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You know, if there’s one thing I do miss about early 2010s tumblr and is something that I wish the broader site could have a wider, much more nuanced conversation about, it’s the openness with which people used to discuss self-harm. Early 2010s tumblr was by no means a very healthy outlet or place to talk about issues like mental health, how it manifests, how to cope with it—especially with regards to self-harm—but the shift from a deeply problematic openness and semi-romanticization to quietly adopting the predominant cultural attitude of outright silence, denial, and shame when it comes to self-harm is… more of a lateral move than anything else. For as much absolutely terrible shit that era of tumblr came with, the loss of open discussion about recovery, alternative coping mechanisms, celebrations about stopping, and encouragements that life still goes on even with self-harm as a presence in it is something that I do genuinely wish the site and people more broadly would embrace again.
I completely understand people not wanting to talk about their own experiences, though. Self-harm is often deeply tied to some of the darkest times in a person’s life, and how people navigate and feel about those times and how they relate to it is something that should be completely up to them. But in the few times I’ve seen people on the site actually broach the subject of self-harm, of living with it, of quitting, and of having it as a part of your past, it’s just an immediate barrage of people accusing them of romanticization for merely mentioning self-harm, people asking that they hide their bodies and experiences as something inherently traumatizing for everyone else to acknowledge, and overall making it very clear that this is not a struggle or a part of your life you can ever discuss openly. The readiness with which so many people will make you try to feel shame and disgust about your own body and mental health as a way to vent their own shame, denial, and disgust at themselves is unreal. It’s a whole-hearted embrace of the broader cultural narrative surrounding self-harm and mental health that seeks to keep its most ugly aspects hidden in order to pretend it’s not a problem that has to be dealt with.
Again, I do not begrudge anybody for not wanting to talk about their own experiences with self-harm, but I genuinely think this wide-scale sidelining and refusal to discuss self-harm and tumblr’s relationship with it is just as much of a problem. It is a deeply isolating and incredibly disheartening thing to have gone through, to know others have gone through, and to know that it’s something you’re likely never going to be able to bring up to other people. The greatest comfort I’ve found and the ability to make peace with my history of self-harm and scars has come from hearing other people just acknowledging their relationship to it and refusing to be shamed for what they endured, how they coped, and what they felt like they had to do to stay alive.
With the more nuanced, open discussions of the “uglier” and less-acknowledged aspects of mental health slowly becoming more common and more mainstream, the absence of self-harm from these conversations only becomes more and more noticeable, and I sincerely hope that the void it’s left is filled with the care and attention this topic deserves. With how on the rise self-harm and suicidality are amongst teens and young adults, as people who’ve lived through and with self-harm as a presence in our lives, I feel like it’s incumbent upon us to be more open and available to discuss these things so nobody else has to deal with the pain that comes from silence and shame about it.
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