"Doing your best" (with chronic illness)
My doctor (bless him) straight up went "don't" when I said "I'll do my best"
Because what I think "my best" is, is completely draining myself for this One Thing and going above and beyond
I guess this goes for people w/o chronic illness as well, but "your best" shouldn't mean you end up hurting yourself in the long run. "Your best" is as much as you are willing to devote to something proportional to how much you care about it within the confines of what is healthy for you AND considering all the other stuff you have to do
Please just- holy heck we're already struggling so much please don't devote your precious energy to something that doesn't deserve it
don't do your best, do whats best for you
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🏳️⚧️ DOUBLE HEADCANON ATTACK!!! 🏳️⚧️
Family HCs are already fun on their own but with transness added on they're even better. It's actual comedy gold. Also I've always wanted to draw some kind of Meta Knight VS Galacta Knight type thing, but I can't take anything seriously like that. So you get This.
What This is, is a way too high effort shitpost. It took a combined 2 and a half? Days, though most of it was just sketching. I'm proud of it! Anything for the bit.
Textless version + unfinished doodle under the cut
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so there's this post that talks about how people call jason's curved knife a kris but it's not a kris 'cuz why would he have a southeast asian knife? and op's tags say if you're gonna give him an 'exotic' weapon at least make him malay or something. a later reblog adds a filipino kris as an example, and then i was like, 'omg, jason in a barong tho.' SO i tried designing a bat-barong inspired by his hood logo, for a filipino jason haha. and now here we are! 😊✨️🇵🇭
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Wisptober Day 12 : Howl
"Howling that sounds like a chill down your spine, white like ghosts, he and his wolves were nightmares for lost hunters."
Today was "Thaw" but I got mixed up.;u;
And I suddenly realised that it remind me of Princess Mononoke....
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some additional doodles and a Lot of Headcanons... sorry if im spamming these a little bit. ive got so many thoughts in my head, lmao
theres my older pacifica- after weirdmageddon, her and gideon become friends. theyre both sort of ostracized from the town as a whole bc of their past attitudes/actions so they cling together and become buds. its nice having someone else who 'gets' it.
pacifica moved out as soon as she could to get away from her folks and has a job at a local mall. gideon enables her to enjoy at least SOME of her old luxuries by taking her shopping and to get their nails done together and stuff. also his prison buddies help ''kindly persuade'' her parents not to break her enforced no-contact rule from time to time. i know the two have the bitchiest gossip in the entire town together. sometimes when its hard to be 'nice' they know they can at least vent to the other and they wont get judged for it, yknow?
also some backstory doodles! he was a Normal Kid, Once. or close enough to it. gideon was a sickly child and was sheltered and homeschooled for most of his life. the gleefuls moved from texas to oregon when he was about seven (yes i know this breaks canon a little. its fine shh.) and he found journal 2 shortly after. things went downhill from there
other notes. he's always kept his hair long, but used to either let it down or tie it into a long braid. he very briefly attended a public school and he didnt fare very well there (fat kid + albino + 'girly' + general weird interests is basically painting a massive target on your back) he used to stay up and watch late night televangelists when he couldnt sleep in hospital and copped his aesthetic from there
sorry this post is so long i have a lot of thoughts about him </3
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gojo has one printed photo of geto, just one.
not two, because where’s the incentive to take care of them both? if the other is tarnished, he has a backup. there’s nothing that could make him cherish two or three, and love them equally.
no, he has one.
sure, he could have more. it wouldn’t be the same.
just. one.
sometimes it’s framed, sitting pretty on his desk or bedside table. sometimes it’s tucked carefully into his wallet.
sometimes, arguably most of the time, it’s in his hands.
it’s an ugly photo of him, really. he wasn’t ready for it and didn’t even know there was a camera pointed at him. candid — his head thrown back in a genuine hearty laugh, teeth and all.
gojo had managed to bug (beg) shoko enough to let him rifle through her old flip phone since he, of course, hadn’t bothered to take any photos of his own other than the odd selfie or two. he eventually scrolled far enough in shoko’s gallery that he found it, the date reading back to their earliest days at Jujutsu Tech. he almost hated himself for smiling with the photo.
he never gave shoko her phone back and she hadn’t asked for it. he had that photo printed, but only once.
he had to prove to himself that he could keep one good thing in his life.
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