#i am so so proud of myself. but it still hurts. it still hurts to be excluded from things i enjoy.

[lowkeycasanova]

lover boy

just a lil sanji blurb for Valentine’s Day

Sanji’s POV:

I love how you're so resilient. I can still picture us in battle. The chaos around us, the clashing, and that fierce look in your eyes locked in on your target. You are always unstoppable. Even in the middle of a fight, I find myself watching you, caught between awe and worry. Not that you need protecting. You can hold your own. But damn, I wanted to. We'd fight side by side, perfectly in sync. I trusted you and you trusted me. I'd always step in where I could though. Call it instinct, call it love, but keeping you safe is something I could never ignore.

I love how you're so effortlessly at peace. Our crew is a rambunctious one, yet you always find the time to relax. Sometimes you'd lean against the railing of the Sunny, eyes half closed, letting the breeze play in your hair. I'd bring you a cup of tea without you having to ask, and you'd smile. Soft and grateful. I remember those quiet moments. Just the two of us, with the sound of the waves and my hand caressing your shoulder.

I love how you always come back. We don't fight often, but when we did, it hit harder than any punch I've taken. You'd cross your arms, eyes blazing, and saying words that cut deep. And I'd give it right back. I hated it. I know you did too. But what hurt the most wasn't the words, it was the silence that followed. You would refuse to look or talk to me. It left me with a knot in my throat and chest that threatened to take me at any second. I'd light a cigarette and steal glances at you, wondering how we got here and desperately wanting to go back. I gave you your space. And eventually, you'd look at me again. Hesitant, but there.

I love how you're so radiant. Everyone around you can't help but notice. I'm not proud of it, but jealousy creeps in before I can stop it. Strangers we meet all seem to think you're up for grabs. I know you're just being you, but I can see how they smile too wide or linger in your personal space for too long. They think they have a shot and it drives me insane. It takes everything in me not to stomp over there and remind them of their place.

I love when you're in the kitchen with me. Yes, come bless me with your presence while I cook for you. You ask me if you can help. No, you cannot. This is an act of love. I am making you dinner. Come sit on the counter and let's talk about whatever comes to mind while I chop vegetables. Food is love. Special. Deliberate. We are in my kitchen together and I love you.

[tackrusso]

you know what. i went to my high school reunion in an outfit i would never have worn in high school and i talked to people i thought i’d never talk to and i had such a great time

[spaceratprodigy]

🎉 [ Art from 2022-2023 ] 🎉

Happy Birthday to my most favorite person in the world, the love of my life 🖤

I still can't believe this'll make our 10th year of being best friends and even more I can't believe we get to celebrate our 8th anniversary this summer 💖💕

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[asterdeer]

winging the back of this shadow-inspired cardigan is hilarious because yeah crochet hurts my hands so bad it's not even funny and yeah i'm doing something that may not even look good so i may have to tear it all out again and start over. guess what though. still doing it because i can't be bothered with the 20 minutes it would take to chart it out

[knifehandsgf]

I have been a sad little Kira but I'm also sad because I'm by myself but I would rather be by myself and know I'm sad alone instead of being sad because of other people

[phagodyke]

was really brave and had my first dental appt in like 5-6 years this morning I only started crying 4 times while trying to do bitewings and then they had to give up on them as usual lmfao

[giantkillerjack]

Ya know. I spent most of my life with horrible painful soul-crushing social anxiety.

And after about 25 years of continuous hard work, suddenly, people started pointing out - to my utter bafflement - that I had, in fact, achieved my lifelong dream of being charismatic. I'm 29 now; I feel comfortable in most social situations, and it is a very rare person whom I cannot make laugh.

I am, undoubtedly, finally, charismatic.

But do you know what I found?

I found that now that I have an understanding of which social rules serve which functions -- Now that I have an understanding of just how much damage my awkwardness was doing to people, well,

I found that, actually, my awkwardness never really hurt anyone at all. People were just judgmental dicks to me about it.

Now that I have the skill-level to (most of the time) creatively vocalize what is in my head as soon as I think it and without fear, I can confirm once and for all what I had always suspected:

I was worth talking to when I was quiet.

I was worth talking to when I was awkward, and when the words in my head took time and patience to hear, and when most of my jokes didn't land. I was worth talking to the whole time.

So I just... I hope that if you've ever wondered whether you are worth communicating with, the answer is yes. Absolutely yes. Each of us has a soul worth sharing - and if you and I were talking, I would happily wait for you to speak (or communicate in other ways) without condescending, and I would never shame you for that harmless awkwardness that so many people feel the need to violently stomp out.

You are worth talking to. You just are. And you deserve people who will speak to you with kindness, with patience, and with the basic immutable respect owed to all people.

(I talk about this with some frequency, both on tumblr and in real life. At some point, maybe I'll gather all my thoughts on the matter into one post. At some point, I wrote about my personal experience trying to build my social skill. But I felt the need to say at least a little bit tonight after seeing this other lovely post, and I'm glad I did. It will happen again.)

[gay-fordeath]

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[tigirl-and-co]

i wish i was good at art so people would be interested in my ocs.

except that's a lie. i don't even really enjoy making art besides doodles. what i love is writing. so i think what i actually want is for everyone to fall in love with reading.

and like obviously i get it. im weird. i spent a large part of my youth reading wikis for games i never played, shows i never watched. i still do tbh. i have always loved seeking out superfluous information. bc it was *like* reading a story, except you only had the separate pieces and had to put them together like puzzle to get the whole story

it's a bit like history, now that i think about it.

and i LOVE finding somebody who has OCs with thousands of words of backstory. that's the fastest way to get me interested. a simple doodle and then a wiki entry of information.

idk. i guess im just venting a bit. it feels a bit unfair. every pro-OC post is geared towards artists. people who love to draw. but I just don't. i mean yeah i like making little doodles, but frankly it's about the same enjoyment i get from solving basic math equations.

and fucking obviously i love and treasure all my artist friends. if you are seeing this and you love to draw your OCs, I love you. I would never begrudge you your happiness.

it's times like these i wish forums hadn't really died out. i want a community. i want to make that connection. but i feel ignored bc my talents don't align with the current state of things in the greater community.

whatever. whatever. i just hate venting bc i worry about making people feel bad but sometimes I feel bad. and ive never been able to talk about feeling bad without getting yelled at. Which isn't healthy, of course, and I know that, and Im slowly trying to break the habit of just shoving it down. and Ive had a drink so im willing to be more open so uh. there, i guess. i feel like dogshit that i have neither the energy nor the inclination to draw my OCs and that it's literally fucking impossible to get your OCs noticed through writing. nothing really to be done about it. that's just how life goes. not all hobbies are meant for all people.

[hjemne]

I've been... Absolutely normal? After this breakup with the person that I really genuinely wanted to spend my life with.

It happened Friday night, I cried most of the night and a little on Saturday but then something just shifted and I've been like 99% fine and normally and happy since then? The only time the sadness has really hit me since has been thinking about how upset my (dying) grandma will be that she won't be able to know my partner. But otherwise? I got horrendously drunk on Saturday night, had tons of fun and was fine with a guy low-key flirting with me. Since I got thru the handover and sleepiness on Sunday I've been utterly normal, getting on with work, reading romance and enjoying it rather than being sad or jealous etc. The main stressor has been the number of deadlines I've had this week and trying to manage my parents' reaction and reassure them I'm fine.

It's not that I'm complaining I've not been truly and utterly crushed by the heartbreak, but I'm just weirded out by this reaction. I'm worried I'm bottling it all up and it'll explode later or that this is me sliding back into depression, but I'm still enjoying things and it doesn't feel like depression? Like have I actually reached that level of emotional maturity that I've dealt with everything (or most things) already?

He decided about a week ago that he didn't want to go through his early twenties having to factor someone else into his life plans. I understand it, I respect his decision, acknowledge that there's no use in trying to talk him out of it, appreciate the fact he told me as soon as he could in person so we ended the relationship still loving each other rather than growing apart and resentment building. I really can't stress how I've never loved or been loved by anyone like with him before and that he has been the most important person in my life for four years. Accepting that the life we were planning together has gone has seemed to happen so easily and it feels like something must therefore be wrong. It's helped that we haven't seen each other in person and haven't currently got plans to I guess because I think it's going to really hit when I can't be physically affectionate like before. But even with the distance I still just can't understand why I'm feeling so nothing about this. He brought up that he might want to break up in March and I cried far more than this. Have I been emotionally checked out of the relationship since then without realising? Am I just bottling stuff up without realising? I just wish I knew

[kingcervix]

I think it's crazy how much my dysphoria and depression are linked. I was considering detransitioning for safety reasons but I don't think I can, even just thinking about it it brought back my extreme suicidal thoughts instantly. I can either be attacked for being trans or I can just end it all myself, these are my options and I know which one I'd rather pick

[pennyserenade]

my friends and i have been having more serious conversations about going to mexico lately and it has me feeling emotional because years ago when i started working to mend my relationship with the way i felt about being mexican, this was where i wanted to end up.

[abyssalpriest]

Working with Leviathan be like

Leviathan: *completely both rewrites a severe trauma trigger back into something neutral and freeing, and further reconnects me to the Sky and myself off plane and pre-incarnation in the space of 24 hours* yeah nice, anyway we should play video games now I'm tired

[milo-is-rambling]

Guy who’s nightmares come true (non consensual tumblr tag scrolling)

[anjasitdown]

it's okay it'll be okay it's just the first steps you'll get there someday don't feel bad about it don't listen to what she's saying don't let it push you down into a spiral it's okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okayit'll be okayit'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be—

[cloverkeep]

just spent the past two hours sorting through all my makeup and culling anything i don't like/don't wear... it started with just lip products and spiraled out into nail polish, palettes, and fragrances 😵‍💫😵‍💫

very satisfied however since i've been needing to do this for a while! my good friends, please please PLEASE never let me buy lip gloss with glitter in it ever again...