#I love medic

[louluckpol]

I drew Medimedes and Pootis by memory

Look close but no

(I drew this during math)

[webfur]

i can finally draw medic!! hooray!! :^D

[flowerboy11300]

I know for a fact that Heavy can hand allat. But I’d also like to handle it. GIVE ME ONE CHANCE MEDIC PLEASE

[facehead-08]

I’m gonna draw Medic for the first time

Wearing this

Men in dresses is my specialty :D

[arcangelo333]

Came here to just say how much I love medics design, like how his lab coat and how it moves and waves around makes him look like a bird. I love how they specifically gave him pet doves, I love how he’s a twisted symbol of purity and health. Idk but I love it and I want to eat him

[calygocat]

i headcannon medic would listen and adore oingo boingo idk he just seems like that type of groovy guy

[kris-chr]

folks.

I LOVE MEDIC SO MUCH I AM GOING TO SQUEEZE HIM UNTIL HE BURSTS INTO A MIST OF RED

[smissmaslights]

Medic TF2 is he was my fursona, Sawyer <3

[pop-roxs]

ive barely played tf2 but every time i have i know that when i play medic and i see that little red bubble of someone calling for medic i am abandoning the front lines and rushing all the way to whoever the fuck needed healing

[inkskinned]

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?

[louluckpol]

Hehe he kill whole my family

[whatcha-thinkin]

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[facehead-08]

HERE’S THE SKETCH OF OUR BELOVED BABYGIRL 😩😩😩

[go-star-sailor]

homoerotic wellness checkup

[zombroach]

“Perfect isn’t easy…but it’s me!”

Inspired by medimedes from quazie’s lil pootis series.