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umblrspectrum · 8 months
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this has been on my todo list for actual goddamn months. do you know how long i've been waiting to draw this fucking t
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evren-sadwrn · 2 months
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you know what?? *projects onto your marquis de gramont and runs away giggling* anyways hcs :3 (dont say anything i will beat you to death)
warnings: drug/sex/abuse mention pls take care of yourself dont read this when u have any form of triggers regarding these ^_^
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Bisexual & She/He (don’t ask thanks)
He latched onto his mother when he was a kid
However she wasn’t nice
She was just more tolerant of her
Vincent liked learning other languages as a child
Because he was always bored(me fr)
He wasn’t allowed to be with other people outside of the house
And god! Don’t you dare assume he ever had love from her mother
I guess that’s how she turned out for the worst
Anyways, hypersexuality
Don’t ask either. Yeah
Uses sex & drugs as a way to cope with stress
He uses narcissism as a way to hide himself from other people
Because she fears that he might get found out as “weak”
^ (as a result of his father’s mental abuse) ^
Severe emotional issues
Actually he doesn’t know how to regulate his own emotions
She either lashes out or just keeps it in until it boils over
Cries when getting frustrated
Despises anti-intellectualism
Feels disgusted at himself for not staying clean(sex & drugs)
Used to go to raves when she was younger
Yeah
Idk every European I know irl does that
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gar-trek · 2 years
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I wanted to be with you alone
And talk about the weather
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fawnshy · 1 year
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me: you know what? i think i'll give among us a try! i've heard so many good things!
5 seconds later:
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keeps-ache · 2 years
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whoops i've stayed up til three again. how awful
i'm not going to sleep until four i guess. so terrible
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yk i think i can pull off a buzzcut
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calamity-aims · 2 years
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ONLY ONE MORE COMMISSION and then it’s back to your regularly scheduled content 
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bixels · 4 months
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Baffled.
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slushy-sash · 30 days
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very important research
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piratedllama-art · 1 year
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Quarters only, please [x <- prints here]
(done in procreate)
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the only acceptable soundtrack for fighting a giant mythical monster: spectre by Alan Walker
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cemeterything · 1 year
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plenty of "girl who looks cute wearing her boyfriend's clothes" content out there but not enough "guy who looks cute wearing his girlfriend's clothes" in my opinion. where's your commitment. where's your bisexuality.
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catfoodsminmo · 5 months
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i love u characters who are victims who don't show things in a way that's appealing i love u characters whos trauma leaves them with anger issues, with violence issues, with issues with connection and trust and being truthful i love you characters who don't get "better" in a way that's palatable, who don't find growth and meaning in their trauma
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xuroky · 18 days
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dinner is ready
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justletmereadmycomics · 8 months
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S-so... I had an idea...
and I didn’t pay much attention to it... I drew like one character for it and just... let them be...
Today though... I kinda ran away with it and made a full page of notes whilst I was meant to be doing my math homework.
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inkskinned · 10 months
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so while i was writing the book, i became violently suicidal.
this was mostly due to the fact that i had a very bad reaction to some meds and my brain stopped producing any serotonin. also i was in the last semester of grad school where it's actually illegal to feel anything but dread. so it wasn't going well.
somewhere in the fog of it i became aware i needed help. nobody was taking clients or my insurance. i didn't want to do inpatient care - it wasn't right for my needs. there's not really an "in between" stage between "inpatient" and "no care," but i was trying to do the right thing. i was trying to activate the chain of command that was my emergency plan. i knew i needed help now.
i used betterhelp.
i know, i know. i'm a straight-A student and so smart and so clever, how could i ever use something so blatantly bad. to be honest with you, i didn't feel particularly keen on it from the getgo - things that seem too good to be true usually are. also, if something online is free, the price is usually your privacy.
the thing is that there was kind of a global pandemic happening at the time and i worked 5 jobs alongside of being a fulltime student and also like writing a book on the side. it is a miracle that i even thought about getting help. i would love to tell you i had the mental wherewithal to like, process whether this was the right choice for me. mostly i was desperate. i was so suicidal that i was trying to find a reason to stay inside of fortune cookies. i was the kind of suicidal that looks like splatterpaint. i hadn't been that bad in an entire decade.
they took my data. i gave them it freely. somewhere out there, they have a dossier on me. on everything i survived. my story in little datapoints, scattergraphed beautifully.
the first woman told me that really i should be grateful, because (and this is a direct quote): "at least you're not anne frank." i said that i felt that statement was antisemitic, as anne frank's life and experience shouldn't be compared to like, a nonbinary lesbian in western massachusetts. the therapist said that i should try to use lucid dreaming to try to picture myself in an actually scary situation, like running from nazis.
i applied for another therapist. i was willing to accept the possibility that there was a bad apple in the bunch. the next therapist and i even laughed about how inappropriate that statement was. and then, in our next session: the new therapist said if i was struggling with body image issues, i should just work harder on my appearance. she spent 3 sessions in a row talking about how she was grieving, and made me memorize facts about her grandmother so "she can live on through my clients."
i am a three's-a-charm kind of person. okay, so what if the last person made me uncomfortable. i figured it was just a misunderstanding of priorities - she had felt she was sharing with me, i had felt like i had to take care of her. i applied for another therapist.
the last woman asked me to help her pray. she bowed her head. i stared at her, frozen, while she said: lord, i beg you: cure her. take the pain of being gay away from her.
i spent somewhere between 2.5 and 3 months on betterhelp. in that whole time, i was not getting the professional help i so desperately needed, even though i was fucking trying.
in the end, i survived this because i finally could get off the meds that were literally killing me. a request for a real therapist finally went through. i survived because my friends saved my life. because nick let me sob myself dry in his arms. because maddie took the razors out of my room when i asked them to. because grace slept over in my bed for like 3 weeks in a row since nobody trusted me not to hurt myself when i was alone. i survived because i got fucking lucky. because even when i was desperately suicidal, i was too old and too self-aware to take "you need to be prettier" as good advice.
the thing is that there's a 19 year old me who isn't like that. who would have heard "just think about how grateful you should be" and said - oh, i see. i would have assumed that is what it means to be in therapy: the same thing my abusers used to tell me. that i am just pretending and lazy. that i am ugly and unworthy.
betterhelp positioned itself to take advantage of an incredibly vulnerable community. it preys on desperation. it knows it is serving people who are not doing well mentally. it saw that there is a huge need for real, immediate, compassionate mental health care: and then it fucking takes your money and privacy.
i still get their ads on instagram. last night i watched as a woman in a pool pretends to talk to a different woman. they discuss her anxiety.
there's a 19 year old version of me, and she didn't survive this. she was too tired, and drowning. i almost fucking died. this thing almost fucking killed me.
in the ad, the woman playing the therapist takes a note on a clipboard and then nods once, sagely.
i have to admit it's a pretty scene. the steam and light coming off the pool water lands on the actresses. like this, it almost looks baptismal, holy.
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