#“look at me i BIKE to work”

[sparrow-in-the-sun]

!!!

You like photography? I love doing that too!!! What are your favorite things to take pictures off??

-🌌

where did you hear that from?? the DUMB pinned post????? do you just see a pretty picture and believe everything underneath it because you SHOULDN'T. because whoever wrote it is a PIECE OF SHIT LIAR with access to my account. i mean--what kind of name is ROME?? that's a city, idiot.

.........anyways that's really cool dude, i really like stealing jodies car and driving to a bigger city to take photos. i like seeing ppl walking abt worrying about things. this one's one of my favorites!!

((OOC: Mandatory disclaimer that I, Mod Rome, took this photo! I do not give permission to scrape this for AI ""art"" or like idk i doubt anyone will do anything with this I just hate AI))

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[canisalbus]

i decided today was as good a day as any other to learn how to 3d sculpt and then trace and animate the model…

so i made a little machete to spin in my head

(i still want to fix the snout length a little so it looks consistent, but i feel like it’s a pretty good first attempt at this)

hope you have a nice day and nicer ones to come! :)

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[toriowlfluff]

More Murph and a lil flustered Floyd!

[imthursdaysyme]

Sleepover shenanigans

[zrllosyn-art]

Iharu I drew for @mosshroomish!

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[way2gosuperrstarr]

watch my body disintegrate into a pile of ash like a cartoon character who just got struck by a lightning bolt (JOINT PAIN JOINT PAIN JOINT PAIN JOINT PAIN) (just got off work)

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

So I always get disappointed when people dont add body hair to characters who should have it, however, after spending 30 mins adding hair to some Rust doodles/sketches, I 100% understand why people skip it cause my hand is fucking cramping lmao

(/silly + /lh)

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[dinagothsdress]

a rare selfie upload to celebrate going off on my hollibobs tomorrow 🥰

[anonymusbosch]

sometimes i feel like extending the kindness you can, when you can, is the only thing there is

[starscreamingg]

My surgeons telling my stoned ass where my boobs went

[marvelann]

I had a day today

[turtletoads]

love is stored in the motorcycle

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

climbing is sooo funny when you're not scared of heights but very much scared of falling. and then people will try to comfort you with "it's not hight" it's all thick mattresses" (boulders) and "that rope is secure" "i'll hold onto it as well" (climbing) and "i swear nothing will happen to you" like. i know that. i trust my climbing buddy with my life. i've fallen or jumped onto those mats plenty of times. i'm not scared of going crack or splat though i'm scared of falling. hitting the ground is entirely irrelevant in this situation. i couldn't care less if i was to go splat or break a knee. it's the Fall. the bloody Fall. and with funny i mean annoying as fuck and it's putting me wayyyy behind (along with a general lack of training these days sadly)

[darkwood-sleddog]

AMCA Working Dog Committee just updated all the rules and made a more clarified working title handbook of which i am extremely appreciative since its much less vague now. AND they were explicit on the 'no bicycle' rule which doesn't apply to my dogs (all longer distances are done on the rig, scooter or sled) but i am curious how this may apply to dogs potentially titled on bicycles when the rules weren't as clear. Either way, what it does make easier for me is determining what wheeled option i allow for my nebulous future dream project of running a "freight dog triathlon" (packing, weightpull, scooterjor).