#i hope they know

[graynide]

ive gotten so emotional searching for old Captain Underpants stuff here on tumblr that last night I doodled them

like what the hell, im smiling like aN IDIOT AGAIN

[soars22]

Going back and watching Philza’s Purgatory vods is absolutely wild.

“There’s no way we’ll win”

“This is the only win we’ll have these next two weeks”

“This isn’t a winners POV”

Like. Sir. Dadza. Felipe. You win the entire thing. I know this may sound crazy, but you pop the absolute fuck off. Bolas may have tripped down a cliff into victory, but it is still a victory, you know?

[mrrcasuallycruell]

my date went well but i feel so bad because the person had such a nice personality and we had so many similar interests but it's like we could be great friends but i cant see them as a partner because she's not exactly my type :/ idek what to do now because none of us have reached out to the other

[wonderhello]

my system means so much to me.

it's the part of my DID that i don't feel ashamed of. it makes the rest a little easier to cope with when i love them. especially in this nebulous state of parts and people.

our anger (moon) loves us and i accept him as my friend.

our fear (asa) is starting to trust us to keep her safe.

our happiness (kas and em) is slowly becoming more accessible to me as shade and we're getting closer.

it feels good. it feels so fucking good and i love them. it feels good to allow myself to love my system. it makes me more open. it makes it easier to heal.

it's not perfect. C-PTSD is still a bitch and there's a lot of shame that comes with it. it still hurts. we still carry pain. there are parts that are still distancing themselves (that i still love). and of course this isn't like forcing anyone to see things the way i do. it's not that easy.

but it works for me. it's working for us and i think that's fucking beautiful.

i love being us. i love being us so much it might make me look stupid. it's the one thing that brings me closer to loving myself as a whole. i don't want to hate myself if it means hating them.

i don't know i'm sorry i have a lot of feelings. i've learned a lot from the experience of having this sidesystem, for as rough as it's been. it's the first time i feel truly connected. we're even starting to make contact with the main system! we're making progress and i can see it!

i'm gonna cry lol i just. i feel so much love in my heart right now. fuck. lol.

[watermeloncholycucumbersome]

Day 09 of Writing Something Everyday

(356 Day Challenge)

I heard someone say that the only people who can fully experience your poetry are those who read it, the writer only experiences half of it when they pour themselves onto the paper.

Now it makes me sad hoping and praying that those I write about fully grasp and get to be fully immersed in how much I truly love them.

~Jenni

[pardonmydelays]

🌸 Take a moment today to appreciate how far you’ve come. It doesn’t matter if it’s a giant leap or just a small step—you’re still moving forward. Celebrate the little victories, because they’re what make the journey worthwhile. 🌸

hi clikkie anon!!! love you!!

[caffeinatedopossum]

So I'm an autistic who frequently is unintentionally very mean and doesn't want to be and I think I just figured something out maybe?

Is the only difference between a joke and making fun of someone literally just whether or not they (the subject of whatever I said) find it funny?

Because I will 100% adapt to this but also how am I expected to know *beforehand* that this will hurt them? Or am I just not supposed to know? Cause right now, I just inevitability fuck up and apologize after but people tend to not let it go and make me feel unforgivable for an honest mistake that I'm giving a heartfelt apology for :(

Also, if it's about how the subject feels, why do *other people* tell me I'm being mean to them before even asking how the other person feels? Are they just able to tell the other person doesn't like it before I can...? I thought I was pretty good at noticing when I'd upset someone but maybe not...

[crypticnightmaress]

Do my cats even know they're small baby sized? that they're fluffy? that they are the cuddliest babies in the whole world?

[davey-in-a-minivan]

it is truly wild to me hearing tim briggs in their patreon interview being unsure abt whether listeners will like moreau when my genuine out loud reaction to them saying they voiced moreau at the beginning of the interview was to say "UGH i LOVE MOREAU"

[risarambles]

A poem to myself, for my siblings:

Lay it down, let it go, do your best and take it slow. One step, one day, it will all be okay.

Head up high, try to do right. Lead the others, be strong of mind. It isn't easy, it isn't fair, all you can do is try to be there.

When they need you, they can call. They know you support them and will catch them when they fall. Loving from afar is hard, break the cycle and sharpen the shard.

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[junkworldusa]

you make me want to draw again

here you go! this is also for my future self.

[donutdrawsthings]

People all over the world are thinking of you!