#it doesnt matter who or what youre doing it for . if youre trying to improve yourself you are not a bad person at your core .

[hollowandcoldanddark]

i hate shoutout posts, so this is like... a whisper to every single fucking system who can't be in therapy. who arent safe. live with abusers. who dont have the money, dont have the location, cant find a therapist. who cant do this shit.

i think that most advice from the internet is like... if you have did go to therapy and i bet thats useful if u can have it but if you cant, its so isolationg. especially with an individualistic (every man for himself) culture, people often tell u to just... go to therapy bro. dont bother me about it.

here are fr some tips as someone who has a lot of problems and is not in therapy:

prioritise staying alive. it can never get better once you are dead.

take your time with it. you dont need to post alter intros or have a plural kit. you dont need to have a journal. take time to be comfortable as you can even if the circumstances are very bad

depending on your amount of control and interaction with your system, introduce people who don't have a lot of life experience to new things like food, new colours and textures and places. this especially applies if you have a bunch of alters who only really know the environment of their abuse

build community. its really really really hard but do try. having friends kept me alive. it still keeps me alive.

learn about healthy relationships - we all have internet access. learn about boundaries and triggers and talking to others healthily. a lot of people with did will struggle with healthy relationships even if they make them. learn and do your best to act with it

treat your body like a rental or a pot plant or an animal if needed - even if it doesnt seem like yours, you gotta feed and water and walk it bro. u need the sun. you need enrichment and interaction.

ignore the discourse if youre struggling - it actually doesnt matter and will make you more sick. thinkning about endo vs trauma or like.... idk... labels discourse can be a major stressor that can lead to warping your sustem presentation or repressing and harming bits that arent conforming well

engage in things that are irl like building mini legos or clay - it can help make outside a better environment and shit, aklso can help ground.

find your own triggers and talk about it with ur system. write notes or yap.

find joy in being alive and being a system. despite what reddit or youtube or whatever will tell you, as things improve they will get better. and u should look for joy and funnies when you can

dont give up

LISTEN TO YOUR SYSTEM. THEY'RE NOT ALWAYS GOING TO BE RIGHT. THEY LIKELY ARE ASSHOLES OR INSANE JUST LIKE YOU. BUT YOU LIVE TOGETHER.

healing is easier as a team.

i believe in you

[that-hippie-user]

Without hypnosis, how would you encourage someone to become a diaper-addicted bedwetter? What’s the best argument you could make to win them over?

i'd like to answer this in the form of a ramble. no hypnosis, no traps, no triggers. literally just a lesson from me to you. click below if you're curious.

some folks describe the world we're in as one that tries to fit you into a mold, to shape you a desired way.

but a mold is a very simple process, pour liquid substance into a vessel with the desired shape, let it solidify, and its done. taking an otherwise shapeless thing and giving it shape in a very easy way.

life is not a mold, but an extruder.

a length of meterial is sent down a tube, which itself gradually shifts from the original shape, to the desired one.

the process is gradual, the material shapes itself almost as if it were meant to, but it's being guided to that shape by the tunnel its in.

you werent given a role from the start and made to fit it, you were gradually acclimated to that role until it became normal.

its the small things. being corrected on how you sit, or how loud your voice is, or telling you to stop tapping your feet, or saying particular interests dont fit your role.

i used to naturally cross my legs, i had an interest in pink, i loved made for dvd cartoons like strawberry shortcake or tinker bell. turned out i was transgender, and the role of "boy" was one i was shaped to be through peer pressure.

now, what does this have to do with diapees?

put simply, you NEVER had a say in potty training.

kids often have no say in a lot of things, its taken for granted that a kid needs guidance if they're gonna be safe in this world. but potty training is a universal lesson.

how did YOU react at the time? to being told you have to "graduate" from diapers. were you agreeable? upset? did you try to rebel? it doesnt matter, all roads lead to you being potty trained.

its so deeply ingrained in our society its practically a core foundation. think about this for a moment, KINDNESS is not mandatory. sure, as a kid you're taught to share and care, but how many people do you know who carried that into adulthood? in fact, in a capitalist sense, kindness is a weakness to the goal of profit.

so, we live in a world where you CANNOT under ANY circumstance choose to be diapered, unless you "need" to, like, if there is no alternative. and yet you can live life as the biggest jerk in history and you're not even guaranteed a reprimand for it.

and yet... everyone ALSO agrees that being a kid is the best thing in the world, and you should enjoy it while you can because it wont last, you cant go back to that.

and that much IS true... but you CAN go back in some ways.

oh sure, you WILL grow up. lessons get learned, fears develop, motor function improves, your body gets taller and stronger, and your brain naturally develops as it goes, that much is ALL true...

but... you CAN still wear diapers... in fact, it almost seems like you're gently encouraged to? cuz like... every store with a pharmacy has a nearby section for adult diapers, they got ENTIRE ISLES of diapers. in every size you'd need.

because as much as society tries to tell us diapers are meant to be left behind, we cant deny that sometimes they are necessary, stores NEED these if they can have them.

and if thats the case... if systems are in place for people to wear diapers... what exactly is wrong with using them?

and furthermore, its probably the ONE holdover from childhood you can always go back to.

no matter how big you get, you cant change one universal fact. diapers exist, they have an intended function, and you CAN use them, if you are brave.

and if you do? you're being a TRUE rebel, moreso than most really. you're doing the ONE thing adults must NEVER do, the thing that potty training was MADE for.

if you wear and use diapees, you are choosing to reject an instinct of adulthood in favor of your own personal rebellious joy, and that is BADASS.

and why shouldnt you? if gender is a social construct, then so is growing up. you CAN redefine what it means to you. you can decide for yourself what it means.

and if you do... you ALSO have the option... to take it FURTHER.

because you know... training like that can be UNDONE too.

not fully, mind, your body now has the ability to know when it needs to go, that much stays.

buuuuut. your ability to hold it CAN be undone.

;3 and thats not even hypnosis, all you have to do is use your diapees! X3 im not joking, peeing yourself outside of a bathroom scenario gives your body and brain permission to do it elsewhere.

UwU and with time... it gets harder to hold it. ;3 how long does it take?

3 WEEKS

3 weeks of continued diaper use is all it takes to lose control.

but why? why lose control? what point is there is making you wet yourself? (or mess if thats your thing. X3 its certainly mine!)

because if using diapers is rebellion, then unpotty training is FREEDOM

its the ultimate middle finger to the training you were given, a sound rejection of the thing you were taught is most important.

and once you reject that... the skies the limit!

do you have any idea how much CONFIDENCE it takes to willingly make yourself a puddlepants?

if you're willing to do that, no force on this earth can stop you. gender? redefine it as you please. fashion? you wear diapers for underwear, wear whatever you want. hobbies? passions? do what you like! ;3 not like bathroom breaks can stop you anymore.

so go nuts! have fun! live life on YOUR terms.

diapers are fun, diapers are soothing, diapers are freeing, and diapers are YOURS to wear.

be free, be a mushtush!

[thatghostinyourbog]

THIS SCENE

THIS FUCKING SCENE

I always thought this scene SAID everything it needed to say

And I just never looked too deeply into it until now

Atsushi and his tiger are separate

They are portrayed as 2 separate beings throughout the entire show

And his ability might be like that

But if we're thinking of this from a storyteller point of view

Atsushi is the tiger

The tiger is Atsushi

In that scene atsushi admits how much he hates himself

And later Akutagawa reveals that Atsushi thinks he doesn't deserve to live unless he's helping others

But that doesn't change, atsushi just doesn't think he deserves to live. He is trying to earn to live but helping people is just keeping him alive

I think the tiger came out to help him (he helped himself) only because he finally thought he deserved to live, he was helping so many people and in that moment he realised this gives him a right to live

So why was that not the end of the season and his character development??

WELL I'M GLAD YOU ASKED

After all that happened SECONDS after the ENTIRE CITY was saved Atsushis main focus was still on making sure as many people lived as possible. After all that it still wasn't enough.

Then we move onto his quality bonding time with the little Victorian boy

I've already talked about Atsushi and Akus relationship so I won't say much more

But the interactions at the end of season 2

Aku not only figured out Atsushi was trying to make it so he deserved to live he also told him how stupid it was

Atsushi and Aku need to hear things like this

Natural behaviours and beliefs they have from their trauma are stupid, but they have so much weight to them neither of them can help but live by those things and sometimes it takes your rival to go up to you, stab you in the shoulders, and say you're stupid for you to think somewhat rationally

Aku tells Atsushi he doesn't have to live his life by other people's morals

He does actually have a choice

With Atsushis past at the orphanage hearing this must've felt like being hit by a truck

Atsushi realised he can have his own morals and he's free to help or kill whoever he pleases

Aku shows Atsushi that he is free

Now there isn't a set way to overcome trauma or improve your mental wellbeing

God everyone wishes there were but that's just life

And I think that's what bsd is

It's people trying to overcome their trauma

People trying to get better

People who seem to be worse at just living than others

Imo bsd is about getting better

Some characters won't

Some will

Some people won't get better

Some will

Bsd is so special because of that fact

It's the only show I've seen that is aimed towards people who simply find living more difficult than others

This is the show you watch when you feel completely alone

The characters are written so well and they're so different from eachother but they all are still suffering

It covers topics that the viewers probably thought they were entirely alone in even thinking about

(My thoughts were all over the place I can't figure out a better way to put all this together so just suffer through the edited thoughts of my brain)((Yea imagine how I feel I have to suffer through the completely unedited ones))

Atsushi views the tiger way higher than himself

The tiger represents the part of Atsushi who no matter what will help others

Atsushi himself does not believe he is such a good person

He doesnt believe he is as good as he is, he believes he can harm to people when in reality he would never be able to bring himself to hurt others

The tiger represents Atsushis natural good nature

And Atsushi himself represents all his doubts and worries and feelings of worthlessness

He thinks he is such a bad person he has separated the natural good things about himself and put them into his ability

Which is why in dead apple he seemed so lost and helpless

For half the movie he was following Aku and Kyouka around unsure of what to do

And once he faced his trauma and got his ability back he realised he doesn't HAVE to be such a good person

He doesn't have to be this perfect being who saves everyone and doesn't let anyone suffer

He learns he has to fight

He learns he has to kill some people and there's no way around it

That doesn't make him a bad person

It just makes him human

And this is what he realises at the end of the movie

It's also what he shows Dazai right at the start and the end with those little interactions they have

Atsushi never doubted Dazais humanity

They're all just human

And they're all trying to live to be better people

[pomefioredove]

Hiii 💖💖💖

I saw that your head cannon requests were open so I was wondering if you could do headcannons of

Vil with a gender neutral reader who doesnt really want to change anything about themself. Like they eat what they want when they want, dress how they want. (ex. dressing for the female gaze) and Listen to what they want. And try not to be insecure about what they look like.

I was looking at the beginning of book 5 and no lie Vil in the beginning would trigger me if I was there. Vil and reader accidentally triggering reader which makes them get off to a rough start. But they genuinely love themself but not in a vain sort of way. They don’t try to change each other though, no one’s “fixing” anyone.

I was thinking like enemies to lovers

NOOO I'm so with this concept, I get it

summary: "rebellious" reader type of post: headcanons characters: vil additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

can't spell miscommunication without "u" and "i"!

Vil doesn't want any excuses

he knows what's best for you, and he doesn't understand why you're so...

...Epel

at least Epel has aspirations, though; they may not be what Vil wants for him, but they're aspirations nonetheless

you're just...

...you

it's like you don't care at all

but you do put some effort into your image, so...

sigh

it just seems like every time he gets close to figuring you out, you say something even more ridiculous

you think you're "fine"? you have no desire to become the best version of yourself?

it's like you're speaking in another language

eventually, he has to accept it

Vil can't force you to improve yourself, even if he knows exactly what would make your skin glow and your outfits just pop...

you're happy, and that's all that matters

(even if it drives him insane)

as you spend more time together, though, he finds other ways to make himself useful

if he can't help you in one way, he will in another

(you cannot stop this man from taking care of you I swear)

little gifts here and there, opening doors for you, even just simple companionship

he starts to feel that sense of accomplishment just by making you happy

he knows that if and when you're ready to improve something about yourself, you'll come to him

until then, he'll enjoy you as you are <3

[multifandom-exe]

Leather Jackets and Ketchup ‘Mishaps’- S.Black x Reader 

Word Count: 2.7k (my longest yet :p)  Request: hey there! can i get one with prompts 79, 174 and 175, with Sirius, please? thank you!  Prompts: 79. No its just… I cant believe your wearing my clothes”  174. “Did you see what she was wearing?”  175. “So what if I had sex with your ex?” 

A/N: this is a rewrite of an old fic from nearly 5 years ago. Find the terrible original here. Lmk if ive improved.  Warnings: None rlly, swearing, kissing, marlene hate (sorry marlene your my wife but youre sacrificed to the story) 

 A hogsmeade weekend! Practically the only thing keeping the students of Hogwarts from pitching themselves off the astronomy tower during their 6th year. You and Lily had planned to meet up with the boys later on for some drinks an some shopping, definitely spurred on by Lilys growing affection to James (no matter how much she denies it). 

You stared into the full-length mirror stuck to the wall. It felt as though something was missing in your outfit. Youd worn your favorite today, but it still didn't feel like enough. Lily sat on the bed behind you, looking as perfect as ever. 

“Can you stop hogging the mirror please, i need to do my makeup!” She nudged you with her leg that was hanging off the bed as a giggle bubbled up from her throat. 

“My outfit is not suffering because you want to look nice for James Potter!” You turned to her with that sly look as her face dusted rosy, pink, whilst she spewed phrases of denial. 

“Well, my makeup is suffering because you want to look nice for Sirius.” Now it was your turn to gasp.  

She had this idea that you were in for it with Sirius. You disagreed of course. Sure, i mean, you had feelings for him, you liked him. He was funny, attractive, and almost as smart as you. But it had been 6 years, if there was going to be any movement on that front, besides flirting that could make Casanova blush, it probably would've happened already. You were trying to let it go, but its difficult when you see him every day. 

“Not true! You know he doesnt like me like that, im totally over it!” You began observing yourself in the mirror again, as she gave you that, ‘whatever you say’, look. “Speaking of, though, a nice leather jacket is just what this outfit needs, do you have one?” Lily agreed and turned to look into her trunk for a jacket.  

“No, sorry sweetheart”.” You jutted your lip out and frowned a little. There goes your perfect outfit.  

After a little more observing in the mirror, whilst you watched Lily apply her makeup on the floor, the obvious thought entered your head. “You know who does have a leather jacket.” That mischievous smirk littered your face. “Sirius.”  

Lily then put a head in her hands, and you could see her reaction in the reflection of the mirror. “Sure you don't have a thing for him?”  

“Shut up lils, your just jealous of how goooood im gonna look.” You guessed Sirius wouldn't have a problem with it. Youd shared a lot of things over the years. Blankets, books, food, tea, you name it. 

She chuckled at that and finally stood up, giving herself a final glance in the mirror. “You know the boys will have a fit when they see you in that.” 

You rolled your yes, laughing softly. “Yeah, because those boys are the authority of fashion.” 

She giggled at that too, before picking up everything she needed for the day. “Well, whilst you commit grand larceny, im going to go get my pancakes!” She drawled sarcastically as she turned to leave.  

You muttered a soft goodbye as you also grabbed everything you needed. The boys had said before that you were free to use their dorm whenever, although Remus did add ‘Not for nefarious purposes Casanova’. You slipped out of your dorm, your boots hitting the floor with purpose. A woman on a mission. A leather jacket mission.  

The door to their dorm creaked open slowly, as if you were trying not to wake them. but you were surprised to see they weren't all still asleep right now, desperately savoring every extra 5 minutes. 

 Their dorm was an exact reflection of each of them. Vinyl records of the latest rock bands on the walls. Books and chocolate strewn about. Stubbed out cigarette butts (Don't tell Minnie). Dirty shoes and outfits from the last quidditch game. Mugs of tea forgotten about. It was so them. Everything you loved about your friends, all perfectly wrapped up in one little room. You made a mental note to spend more time here. 

As your eyes glanced around the room, you finally spotted it, dangling across the back of a chair that was pushed against his desk. It was surprising that it was actually here, since Sirius was very rarely seen without it. It had S.B written on the back in big white letters, and various patches from bands. But according to Mary, ‘the back of my outfit isn't my problem because i can even see it’. 

You slid it across your shoulders and instantly felt more comforted. The familiar scent that you loved enveloped you. You turned and checked yourself out in the boy's mirror. Now this was a complete outfit. Perfect for a Hogsmeade weekend. 

You slipped back out of the boy's dorm and started making your way down to the great hall for breakfast. 

You pushed open the heavy doors to the great hall, the smell of fresh breakfast food immediately hitting you. You skipped down to the table, going to meet up with the girls to discuss the future Hogsmeade antics.  

You giggled as you jogged past the marauders. With the prettiest smile, you waved to them. “Hi boys, don't cheap out in Hogsmeade later!”. You rushed to meet with the girls, oblivious to all the eyes that were on you. 

As you sat down, the boys, who were a little further up the table, all sat gawking at you. James nudged Sirius excitedly. “D’ya see what Shes wearing mate?” 

He had seen, which is why, when James had asked him, he had barely been able to form a response. He had felt the wind be knocked out of him as he saw you giggling and waving, clad in his leather jacket. It was almost like he was in a trance, raking his eyes over every inch of your frame, wondering how on earth that happened. And how he could get it to happen every single day. His thoughtfulness was broken by his friend's voice belting across the table. 

“Oi, (Y/N), you look absolutely astonishing in Padfoot’s jacket!” The sound of your name made you whip your head up, as you giggled with a blush coating your cheeks. Just as quickly as he had shouted, Lily had shouted back. 

“Dont be jealous James, just because you don't want to share him!” This caused all your friends to burst into a fit of laughter, all except one. Marlene was holding a firm glare at you from across the table. 

The boys vehemently questioned Sirius for the next 5 minutes. Questions of ‘did you know she was gonna wear that?’ or ‘did you finally make a move?’ or ‘i bet you're loving this’. The latter wasn't really a question, more a very correct observation which made him blush. 

Their conversation was cut short however, when they heard a clatter of plates from a little way down the table. They all snapped their heads toward the sound and found you and Marlene glaring at each other across the table. If looks could kill, wow. It had honestly only been a few minutes since you arrived, and they were all puzzled as to what could've happened in such a short time. 

And then, as if you were reading their minds. “So what if you had sex with your ex?” Came from you, as you flicked your head to the side condescendingly. The boys' jaws dropped; they probably would've hit the floor if there wasn't a table in the way. James looked as if he was watching the best soap opera of his life. 

Sirius and Marlene had a fling a few weeks back. It obviously meant more to her than him. And through the pangs of jealousy, you had comforted her. But it seems that wasnt enough for her, she wanted you to drop Sirius entirely. 

Sirius felt a jab into his ribs, and he quickly dragged his eyes away from the scene. “Ow!” He mouthed silently, trying not to disturb the tension. Remus rolled his eyes and mouthed back, ‘did you actually sleep with her?’. Now it was Sirius’ turn to roll his eyes as he whispers. ‘Obviously not, you know she doesn't like me back’.  

‘Yeah, he wishes. Peter added quietly, which caused Sirius to blush and tut, before they all turned their attention back to the scene. 

“Listen, im sorry he didn't want you, but that's no reason to treat me horribly, because he wants me now, is it?” The condescension in your voice was enough to grate on anyone who was on the receiving end. 

“Not wrong on that one.” Remus whispered quietly, causing Sirius to whack his arm lightly. HIs heart rate sped up like crazy. Did you know he liked you, all this time? Or where you just trying to get under her skin. The thoughts felt overwhelming.  

And then, It almost felt as if time slowed, as they watched Marlene snap. She grabbed the jug of pumpkin juice on the table and dashed it all over you. You had an utterly shocked look on your face. Not just because you were covered in pumpkin juice, but also because you were slightly impressed, she stood up for herself.  

But alas, war does not stop because of bravery. Your hand quietly slid a bottle of ketchup under the table as you spoke. Marlene had missed it, but it didn't get past Sirius. “You know Marlene, I wouldn't wanna ruin that pretty fake blonde hair of yours.” You laughed cynically, lifting the ketchup bottle.  

That second, Sirius jumped from his seat and ran down the table, grabbed your waist and hauled you up in his arms. He was already dragging you away as you pressed down on the bottle, squirting it all over her. 

“Ugh! You Bitch!” She screamed as she desperately tried to rub the ketchup from her face, with the girls next to her trying to calm her down. 

You laughed maniacally as you struggled against Sirius's grip while he carried you out of the great hall. Phrases of ‘let go Sirius!’ and ‘it wasn't my fault!’ fell from your mouth. Youd eventually stopped struggling about halfway to the common room, accepting your fate. 

When you finally reached the common room, he dropped you lightly onto one of the couches, and loomed over you, like a teacher about to reprimand you. 

“Sirius! Why did you drag me out of there I was winning?” The adrenaline was still clearly running through your veins as you laughed. By the look on his face, he did not find it funny. 

“(Y/N). You’ve just lost your friendship with Marlene, and potentially just sacrificed your friendship with Lily and Mary.” That definitely soured your mood. Suddenly, it wasn't very funny. “Why, in Godric Gryffindors name, did you do that?” 

You threw your hands down on the couch and pouted. “You wouldn't get it, Pads.” You sighed and tried to turn away from him. 

He had crouched down to your level now, turning you back to him with a hand on your knee. “Oh yeah, what’s so possibly bad that it warranted staining a girl, apparently fake blonde hair, news to me by the way, red with ketchup?” You tried to hide your giggle at his comment and did your best to keep silent. “Seriously, did she insult you or something? Whatever it was couldn't have warranted that.” 

You sighed again as the argument replayed through your head. You could already feel the anger building up in you again. “You should’ve heard what she was saying about you Sirius, it was all ‘he’s this, he’s that’ And then! She insinuated I slept with you, for my own personal gain, not because I liked you, not because Im in love with you, she thought I did it for bragging rights! Which is absolutely ridiculous by the way. Anyone who uses someone for bragging rights is absolutely disgusting, especially if they use you. So no, her insulting me wasn’t enough to warrant ketchup hair, but insulting you was!”  

You were bordering on shouting at this point, although your anger was misdirected. You took a deep breath and tried to calm your shaking hands. After a beat, you lifted your head to look at him, worried youll still find an angry look in his eyes. 

Instead, he was gaping at you. You furrowed your brows, questioning the incredulous look on his face. 

“You said you loved me.” He whispered lightly, worried if he spoke too loudly the words might crack his resolve.  

Your eyes widened as you studied his features. “I did not!” You tried to insist but the shock caused it to come out smaller than intended. 

“Yes, you did! You love me!” A smirk spread across his face as he pointed a finger at you. There was another beat of silence, before you jumped up from the couch and tried to run away from him. 

“Come here!” Unfortunately for you, his tall stature was not just for show, as he quickly caught up with you.  

He caught up with you as you rounded the couch again, pushing you down onto it. He had you captured between his arms. All he did was stare at you, into your eyes. 

“Im sorry your jackets covered in pumpkin juice.” You spoke softly in the space between you two. 

“It's fine i just...” His eyes racked over your figure once more. “I just can't believe your actually wearing my clothes.” 

You giggled in response and muttered low apologies. 

“Plus, I like the taste of pumpkin juice” He smirked, capturing your gaze again. Obviously, you didn’t get the memo, as your response was… 

“Taste? I know you're a dog, but you don't lick your-” but your words were soon cut off by Sirius’ voice. 

“For once in your life, be quiet!” He chuckled lowly before leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss. It was slow at first, soft, almost anticipatory, but it quickly sped up, almost like it was 6 years of emotions spilling out into one kiss. 

“I love you too, by the way” He breathed out as you broke apart, your foreheads laying against each other 

“Well id be very upset if you kissed somebody you didn't like, like that” You giggled, lightly running your hand through his hair. 

“And i love seeing you in my jacket by the way. But maybe next time tell the truth, and dont antagonize and cause a scene.” His reprimand fell short since he had the dopiest grin on his face. “But thank you for standing up for me.” 

You didn't think your grin could get any wider, “Of course.” You lay another kiss on his lips. Maybe Lily was right, you are definitely in for it. 

 Bonus 

The portrait hole swung open as James, Remus and Peter tried to search for their friend. Who was wrapped up in his own little world with his sweetheart on the couch. 

They stepped through as James tried to shout up to the dorm. “Pads? We're going to Hogsmeade soon!” His shout wasnt answered, so he glanced around the room. He found you two nuzzled together on the couch, only breaking away at the sound of his voice.  

“Oh, Christ alive, Pads get a room! Peter cover your eyes!” James wrapped a hand around his friend's eyes as you and Sirius burst into a fit of giggles on the couch.  

“Were coming!” You both untangled from each other and shifted off the couch. 

“I cant believe that was what got them to confess! A jacket! D’you think it would work the same if i wore Lilys clothes?” And with a smack of the back of his head from Remus, the group left to finally enjoy their Hogsmeade weekend. 

A/N: lmk how i did, leave requests for any hp character. comment for taglist. i love u

[eternalera]

real quick, some words of encouragement for people who think that they might want to start writing fanfiction but are too scared because they think that it'll be bad and that it'll suck.

ive got some news for you buddy. it will. your first fanfiction will absolutely suck ass. sorry to break it to you but no one is a master at things on their first try. you'll mess up some dialog, some twists some scenes. but guess what? so did everyone, that one fanfic author you absolutely adore?

chances are that their first writings sucked too. dont be afraid to write, just have fun doing it and in a few days, weeks, months, hell even years if you decide to keep up with this weird little hobby for the long you'll look back on your previous works and see how much you've improved

you'll still cringe at your writing even now sometimes but guess what? who gives a shit? youre having fun so what? not to mention no matter what, even if you dont think your writing quality is that good and doesnt match up to those you love, people will still love your writing

so yknow what? MAN UP and write that fanfic, doesnt matter if its 10k words or a simple 100 just do it. we've all gotta start somewhere :)

[anonymouscheeses]

Nobody seems to dicuss this scene enough like HELLO??

This is such a good scene that doesnt get enought attention and praise for how much it describes and fleshes out Red's character. (And even hints to her PTSD altho pretty obvious i would say by now) Im just gonna basically walk you through it because i NEED to talk about this. BADLY.

Right before this shot, Cinderella says "even your daughter knows this is wrong, she can't do it." (sentence her to punishment) But immediately, Red looks up as if that were an insult (despite previously going against her mother at all opportunities). Because despite how much she denies it, she's fallen victim to Bridgette's manipulation she's tried to defy for forever.

I csnt put the entire scene but Cinderella, after that look up Red makes, slowly makes a kind of terrified look, like she's honesyly SHOCKED by how quickly Red just... snaps when faced with the assumption she's too weak to send punishment to someone.

Red here looks to her mother for guidance. Somrthing like a child would do when met with a hard decision e.g. ice cream or candy. When faced with a stressful situation she's in, Instead of trying to make her own decision, to fight back against her mother. She just regresses into a child again and lets her mother's manipulation take the wheel in her brain.

And out of the impulsive stress of it all, and maybe a bit of anger at Ella, she goes ahead and sends Cinderella to be beheaded. BECAUSE she felt attacked and stressed and needed anyone to guide her. Something Red hates the MOST out of anything, is being looked down on, or even doubted. Which is what lead her to try and deflect that or to shove off the way people perceive her as.

Ok sort of random tangent? but this scene here is so heartbreaking like oh my goodness. Poor Chloe she was TERRIFIED her mom was gonna die and that's just horrible ☹️ (PLUS THE SCREAMS? HELLO?) Other way to say, Malia Baker is an amazing actress i love her +Kylie ofc ofc

And after what i would argue is Chloe's screams plus the realization of the situation, Red INSTANTLY regrets her decision. Even SHE is so shocked by what she's done that she can't even make out words. Because the absolute stress of everything is inevitably bringing her down and she doesn't know what to do about it except listen to her mother through it. Basically, when she's stressed and has no where to turn or can barely speak out against her mother, she instead just listens to her... cuz that's all she feels she can do.

And here. Especially here. She realizes she's turning out to be EXACTLY like her mother. (And after this scene, everyone in the crowd says the same thing) Whether or not that is true doesn't matter SHE feels as if she's going down the same path as Queen Bridgette, the same path she's fought years and years to avoid. But no, her trauma beats her down until she no longer can decide for herself what her future is going to be. She's going to live and die Red Hearts

And honestly this scene is perfectly compositioned, say what you want about the movie THIS scene is amazing. And tbh i just wanted to speak out against those people who think "Red would have never done this. She's too rebellious to do this." But do you even understand what trauma is? Clearly not. Because this IS what a victim would do. Having trauma, dealing with trauma, it makes you do things you usually would never do. Not all of course, everyone deals with their trauma differently, or the lack of dealing with it.

But Red? For Red's character I would say this scene actually IMPROVES upon her character, she's not just a one note "rebel teen type of character" she's a hurt teenage girl who isn't perfect and has a lot of baggage she needs to unveil. Of course criticism for this movie is welcome, but some critiques in general go against what human beings would do, what's realistic. Not to mention, Red is a CHILD, a traumatized child for one, she's not perfect and she's never going to be.

[neptune-scythe]

actually in an aplatonic rage because why is the message always that people need friends and relationships in order to have good lives?

And the romance/sexual side of that pisses me off too, but at least there is some bit of representation and conversation for not valuing that or not valuing it as much as other people

but even then the solution is often "yeah I don't need that because I have my friends"

???

why is the message that the only time our life can be good is when other people are involved

like other people's support and willingness to be around me does not determine whether or not my life is good and satisfies me omfg

and yes obviously I know some people do want friends and that does improve their life, this post is not about those people. some of us do not want that, it has absolutely no benefits, and actually makes life worse

love is not the greatest thing, its not the goal for everyone, relationships are not everything, friends are not everything, dying alone with no one who loves you or remembers you is not the worst thing ever, some of us actually prefer that idea

and why is that so damned hard for people to understand

especially when those same people that are trying to push the need for relationships on you will literally just use you and then dump you when they're done, even if you tried to be a good friend/partner/whatever to them

like ok maybe if you think its so important actually be good at it??? actually show me the supposed value in relationships??? or just shut up and let me live my life the way that i see is best and actually trust that i might know what's best for me and you don't

being aromantic or asexual is hard enough for people to understand, but there's even less people who are even willing to entertain the concept that aplatonic people might exist and it's just so dumb. why can't people just let loners be loners without calling them depressed or broken or probably a violent person with criminal tendencies,

especially in a world where for traumatized, neurodivergent, or mentally ill people, a lot of people just don't care enough to put the effort into that relationship, because we're too much work, we're too different, we're just too much, why are people then pissing on us for accepting that no one wants us and just living our lives without that

just let aplatonic people live our lives, we're not even doing anything like omfg stop trying to force us to be social, stop telling us our life will only matter if someone else loves us, stop saying we're just depressed and going out with people will fix us, stop trying to make us "normal" and just accept that just because we're different doesnt mean we're a threat to your way of life and need to be altered to preserve your closed minded idea of what humanity should look like, especially when the social world is filled with obligation and things you should be doing and shouldn't be doing that maybe isn't actually beneficial for anyone

we're living our lives the way that works for us, we're not hurting anyone

just let us be

[blackpilljesus]

what advice do you have for girls who found out about bp young? (like 16-24). is it better for them to try to disconnect from the harsh reality at that stage since there's so much mandatory interaction and peer pressure with males?

Dealing with the blackpill.

Before I go on I'll say that disconnecting is dangerous because what you think wont stop reality. Many women & girls come into blackpill spaces & get scared off thinking it means they have to be miserable 24/7 and while the ideology is bleak, personally being blackpilled doesnt mean you have to be miserable all the time. You can still try to craft a life you want for yourself. Use what you know about the blackpill to your advantage when dealing with moids & women. However I understand that the blackpill can be overwhelming & depressive so here's how the blackpill can be dealt with as a woman:

Reach Acceptance - When you encounter the blackpill, many tend to go through the 5 stages of grief either consecutively or at the same time. It's a cycle within a bigger cycle of grief (likely mourning the freedom most women will never have). Being able to pinpoint your feelings makes it easier to handle them. I think the blackpill is the depression stage of the wider cycle of grief when you realise the world we're in. As you go through the motions of feelings - aim for acceptance. Acceptance doesn't mean being okay with the way the world is but just recognising it for what it is which will help you move forward (accordingly).

Realise it's not your fault - We were born into a messed up situation full of issues that wasn't our fault. These problems have existed way before we were born and will exist after we die. A lot of depressive feelings towards the climate is because there's a sense of (failed) responsibility felt over things we can't control. There's highs & lows for everyone with some having more highs or lows than the other it is what it is. You can't save everyone and it's not your responsibility to as all of this goes above us.

Use what you know to your advantage - Instead of disconnecting, you can use the blackpill to make more informed decisions. I can't speak for everyone but being blackpilled is something that further affirmed that I will never have children no matter what because I would never want to bring anyone to an environment like this. Another informed choice I make based on being blackpilled is not dating maIes knowing their nature so I don't delulu myself into danger or being used. Some will say you don't need to be blackpilled for this which is true but this is what I personally think. I found peace in the blackpill realising misogyny wasn't something with me specifically but the environment we're + nature. Being blackpilled also made me wary of other women which can be a lifesaver as some women out there are also dangerous. Despite the girlboss women supporting women schtick that feminism pushes, that is not the case irl. Basically you can guard yourself better using what you know to make better informed choices on who to trust and how. For example, not wasting time getting into discourse about misogyny as you cant argue through privilege/nature. Not everyone will or has to understand but they don't need to either.

Let the blackpill guide you not control you - Many tend to be controlled by it which can also lead to feelings like anger or depression which makes their life harder so they run.

Prioritise yourself - The blackpill is about our environment. We can't control much of that but we can control ourselves. Focus on improving yourself so you dont have to rely on others much. Carve out a haven in this hell for your mental wellbeing - again dont feel responsible for saving the world. Focus on building positive things for yourself no matter how small it is, you'll need something of the sort to keep you sane. Do things you enjoy. Don't feel pressured to save others especially if they don't want to be saved. A lot of us get into political spaces at a younger age which leads some to the female blackpill at a young age & it can definitely mess up your psych. Many young people get involved in politics bc the adults around them failed them (bc it shouldn't be left to young people to sort world problems) so they're driven into politics as a result of their circumstances. Be it novelty or age many of us come into political spaces believing we can change things easily but eventually come to realise that we cant which can make us feel like crap. Maturing is realising things are complicated and out of our control which is why it's important to prioritise yourself when you're young instead. Besides whatever you can do is limited if you dont have money, power, or resources to influence circumstances.

A little bit goes a long way - If you're in a position where you're able to help another woman/girl safely then go for it if you want. Be it donating money, time, space, etc. Don't feel compelled to do this (especially if you're young) but as we can't control everything, helping a little bit in your corner of the world can have a positive impact on others and your mental wellbeing. Even though the blackpill is about doomerism you don't have to constantly mope about things. Part of what makes the doom & gloom feelings of the blackpill overwhelming is that it's easy to slip & drown in victim mentality. As much as it'll suck to hear: endless complaining or endless thinking wont help. If you can't do anything for others at least do something for yourself (point 5).

Don't have kids - Ultimately what keeps me sane is knowing I'm not adding anymore children to this hellhole. When I die the suffering in my line ends with me no way are my offspring coming here. No daughter will be birthed here by me to suffer. No maIe will be be birthed here by me to inflict suffering.

In terms of interaction with maIes: keep it short & focused if it absolutely has to happen, dont help them either but disconnecting from the blackpill wont help in this case. If anything as I said before it can help you navigate your interactions with them.

Also, read this.

[rabellerabbit]

Hi,

For some context, I'm just a reader from you fic "Never Walk Home Alone" (probably my favorite fic ever).

I think it's been around 2 or 3 years since I followed that fic, sometimes forgetting about it, going back to it again, checking your tumblr for any news of you or the fic,...

And so today, I came back after a very long time, seeing that there was a new chapter. (Amazing, as always from you)

And then I read the notes at the end.

I too have been through some news about my health that shook me a little, and I can imagine the struggles you're going through.

Whatever happens, I only wish you the best.

I hope you know that, despite me not knowing you, you are important. You're not the problem, you deserve to live, to love yourself, and what matter the most is that you stay happy.

I hope all of that doesnt sound too weird (I dont even know if you'll ever see it), but yeah, what I wanted to say is take care of yourself, you'll get through it, and you have all my support.

First, I want to say thank you for this very kind message. When I woke up this morning, I was both thankful as I read it, then I got to the second half, and fought back tears.

You're very kind, anonymous. I really do appreciate this. You have no idea.

And I'll take this to heart, and so should you, that I hope things turn out well for you. I was lucky. Some aren't. I hope you're one of the ones who got lucky.

I'll admit, I'm not online as much as I'd like to be. I don't post updates to stories as much as I want to. Life happens, it's okay. That's normal. Focus on what you can. Not on what you can't. My brother always tells that to me, and it's that type of advice that reminds you to be kind to yourself, even if it's hard to follow it.

And then life happens again. Sometimes better, sometimes worse.

In this case, difficult.

It's about time I make my announcement, so if you want to read me ramble, go on ahead.

(Trigger warning. I do talk about some heavy stuff, but I'll keep it to a minimum if I can.)

I've always been riddled with health problems since I was a child. It's something I don't like to share because I don't like making excuses for myself. I hold myself to a high standard and beat myself up about it when I don't fulfill my own expectations.

I focus too much on the negative and never look at the positive. But I strive to improve. I try to do that a lot. I like being seen, to be complimented, to be praised.

Then my health declined drastically, and I was suffering for days on end, and with no health insurance and barely making ends meet, going to the doctor was reserved for when it got terribly, terribly bad.

My mother is my role model. She took care of me when my father was no longer in the picture. She never complained, never faltered, just worked. Work, work, work. It's sort of a Kamisama Kiss situation, where the women in my family have horrible luck with men. But my mom didn't cry, she had my brother and I to provide for. And I adopted her work ethic.

When things hurt in my body, I pushed past it, ignoring my mental health, emotional needs, and physical health for the sake of doing what I could for my family. We've always dreamed of living in a house in a safe neighborhood. I wanted to provide that.

I was getting closer to my goals, going to community college, earning an associate's and trying to get a job, and things were slow. Steady, but slow. It was about three years ago when my health declined further and I was so burnt out, but I kept going. I had to keep going. My mother was close to retirement age, but we were still living in wrecked apartment. The floor in the small dining room was sinking in from the shifting floorboard, and other stuff I don't want to mention.

One day, I started my monthly. And after a week, it didn't stop. I was bleeding, nonstop. Changing pads six to seven times a day. I blamed it on my weight, because that's what the doctor said. Lose weight. I did. Lost twenty pounds, tried to lose further. It didn't stop. Went to see a gynecologist. He took one look at me, said I needed birth control, and took $250 and sent me on my way. I did ask, but I retracted from arguing any further as he made it seem like no big deal. I wish I fought. I wish I argued. But I was discouraged.

Sometimes, I couldn't work because the pain was too much. I still went. I took iron pills and pain killers daily, trying to ignore it. My mother begged me to see a doctor, but I was too traumatized of them not taking it seriously, so I just said it was fine. I'll lose more weight and get better.

My best friend helped me get a job as a bookkeeper at an office, and they provided health insurance. I've only ever worked minimum wage jobs that never offered benefits. It was a whole new world for me.

The first thing I did was go to a different gynecologist. A women's clinic. They took my concerns seriously by offering to do tests. I was scared but did it.

They didn't find anything but were able to diagnose me with PCOS and anemia. They scheduled a biopsy for me, but before that could happen, I was hospitalized.

I can't remember what happened, other than pain so great, I couldn't stop screaming and gritting my teeth. I do remember being so relieved when they pumped morphine into my system. Sweet, sweet relief.

They couldn't find anything wrong with me and urged me to do a biopsy. I did it the very next day as an emergency necessity and had to do it without anesthesia. Would not recommend.

I remember being at work on a Friday, and they called me, asking me to come in. I had an appointment with them Tuesday, and asked if it could wait.

They said it couldn't, and I knew it was bad news. My supervisor and boss told me to go. My supervisor said it was going to be fine. I believed her.

And when I got there, the gynecologist sat me down, went over my results, and gently told me I had endometriosis.

I remember crying, getting blood work done, and then going to buy fried chicken for my family because I promised them that. When I got home, they knew something was wrong, and I broke down, telling them. The chicken was too oily and salty.

I kept working, counting down the days towards my treatments. I pushed it back as far as I could, with the oncologist trying to persuade me to take them as soon as possible. I couldn't. When I got diagnosed, I was also in the middle of trying to buy a home. There was this property that my mom was set on, and I was determined to make it a reality. Juggling that, work, and my health situation was stressful, and I snapped a lot, cried a lot, because although I had a lot of support from family, friends, both irl and online, and my supervisor, I really couldn't accept help because of my toxic standards that refused to let me be a burden.

I've rambled a bit too much, I think.

I had a surgery and rested, and now I'm back at work. I'm feeling fine. No more bleeding. No more heightened emotions. No more pain, except the flare ups. I rest comfortably at home, enjoying the space we never thought we'd have.

I've had a lot of uncomfortable but needed talks with my family and friends. I've taken some time to think about changes that need to be done about my mindset. The world is in shambles, and I don't want to be the same.

Thank you for that message, anonymous. I truly, truly hope that you're able to get the treatments and help that you need. Thank you for reaching out. Thank you for your compassion. Thank you for having a good heart. I appreciate it. I love it.

And to whoever put up with my unnecessary long winding tale, thank you for reading. Thank you for listening. I love you.

I'm excited to write again. I want to write again. I have the opportunity to keep going.

[surr3al1sm]

Just Dance Highscores I’m proud of

I don’t really talk about playing Just Dance on here because I play it a lot and don’t want to bother you guys with it every time but I just wanted to highlight some of the scores I’m proud of. All will be below the cut to not clog up your dash.

Disclaimer: Now I know that they probably aren’t the highest scores (or the hardest maps) you’ve ever seen BUT I still get to be proud of them (plus I have a coordination disorder so take that).

With that being said feel free to reblog and flex your scores on me. I wish to know them.

List time! Yippie!

🩷 The mega stars (aka the dances I dance to way too much) 🩷

⚡️Girlfriend - 13078 - The first song I 13k’d and still one of my favourite maps

⚡️Treasure - 12904 - I used to be really bad at Treasure compared to LooH, but they kind of flipped one day lol

While we’re on the topic

⚡️Locked out of Heaven - 12681 - The first map I actually took the time to learn the choreo for. Just need to figure out the tracking ig-

⚡️10.000 Luchtballonnen - 12810 - A dutch (Belgian technically) song. Probably the best K3 song on + and maybe even on unlimited.

⚡️Judas - 12699 - Come on, it’s Judas. Can you blame me for being proud.

⚡️Rasputin - 12699 - This is just what my (lack of) rizz has come to. Also may I refer back to the coordination disorder.

⚡️Levitating - 12566 - Si’Ha Nova my beloved 🫶

⚡️Can’t Tame Her - 12536 - LittleSiha, need I say more

⚡️Beggin’ - 12498 - I started out with consistently 3 starring this song and here we are now. Improvements people.

⚡️Disco Inferno - 12275 - I don’t care that its an easy difficulty: I have played this song exactly once. Let me be proud of my beginners luck.

🩵 The super stars (aka maps I am learning or am just mid at) 🩵

⚡️Therefore I Am - 11832 - This map takes a lot of coordination and balance that I do not have.

⚡️Physical - 11733 - As someone who was not active what so ever at the beginning of the year, being this decent at a map like this one is just pretty rewarding

⚡️Canned Heat - 11728 - It’s a Wanderlust song what can I say, we don’t mix well-

⚡️Dark Horse - 11344 - My friend had JD2015 growing up and the most I could get was 4 stars max when I used to play with her so this just heals my inner child.

⚡️Applause/Stage Version - 11307 - It’s an extreme. I am no where near properly touching extremes (like actually consistently doing them). Let me be proud.

⚡️Wannabe/Extreme Version - 11459 - Scored this while dancing against my Kpop friend. She knows the official choreo by heart.

⭐️ The 5 Stars (Songs I do every now and then and choreo’s I live laugh love without being good at them) ⭐️

⚡️Rock ‘n Roll - 10877 - I don’t know if it’s just me or if the tracking on this is just wierd but it’s the highest score I’ve gotten so far so I’m just gonna roll with it lol

⚡️Buttons - 10672 - This map is just difficult for me- idk why-

⚡️Bad Romance/official Choreo - 10521 - Slowly trying my best to learn this one. It’s hard.

⚡️Gimme More - 10421 - Agend D is probably one of my favourite coaches in the game but ngl this is one of the harder mediums imo.

⚡️Can’t Stop The Feeling/Danceverses Prince - 10051 - That I have beef with the smurfs choreo’s doesnt mean I can’t enjoy them and be proud of my scores. He’s just very fast okay-

Sorry for the long post again. It’s just a post I wanted to make for myself. Could I just have noted them down for myself? I already have. Sometimes you just wanna share stuff with the world okay? Before anyone says it 🤫 I know these aren’t the hardest maps out there. That doesn’t matter.

Again, feel free to reblog and flex your own scores. I love seeing people be proud of themselves for accomplishments!

[its-no-biggie]

Have you ever read the rvb fanfic Mind Over Matter?

lmao anon your timing is great, genuinely. im assuming youre here from my recent washilon post, and if you check the replies youll see that i hadnt read it when i posted that. but i have since read it! i actually finished it last night and. wow.

really really really great fic. literally everything i couldve ever asked for - the way the wash/epsilon interactions are written is SO FUCKING GOOD. the humor, the tension, the awkward tiptoeing around their baggage, the forced vulnerability of sharing a brain. and all while theyre constantly fighting for their lives????? oh my god. fic of all time. i cant believe i hadnt read it until now. ough and that ending.......

okay. spoilers ahead cause i really need to talk about this ending

i cannot stop thinking about it. because its like. heres what we know

epsilon is an old ai who is implied to be failing the same way he is in canon

hargrove believes that integrating with a human mind can fix an old/failing ai

wash experienced some adverse effects from accomplishing inhuman feats while integrated, but even though they were both flying blind and in a recklessly dangerous situation, epsilon was very careful to take care of wash and he came out of it almost entirely fine (well. barring the injuries he got from external circumstances)

even the most extreme degree of integration between these two is reversible

therefore the main part of hargroves plan that poses a real danger to wash is epsilon being removed while theyre fused

the problem epsilon has in canon is that hes unable to do all the tasks carolina asks of him at once. as he integrates further into washs mind he is physically unable to push himself to that level of multitasking because washs brain couldnt handle it, but if anything they perform better in combat than epsilon and carolina

epsilon demonstrates an overabundance of caution when it comes to his capacity to hurt people (especially wash)

so like. is there really any reason they couldnt have done this again? what if hargrove was right about fusing improving epsilons function? even wash seemed hesitantly open to the idea of trying again, even while he was still in the hospital recovering from this whole ordeal.

just hear me out here. alternate ending where, instead of epsilon destroying himself to power the suit, wash is there for the big final showdown (or epsilon is wherever wash is) and he convinces epsilon to get in his head again. integrate on purpose this time. he knows the risks and it still scares him but he trusts epsilon, even if epsilon doesnt trust himself. and it works and epsilon doesnt get destroyed and he chooses to stay in washs head because he wants to stay he can no longer deny that trying to power linas armour is not sustainable. and they live happily ever after.......

this is 100% cope btw - the actual ending was fucking fantastic, this is just the happy ending im writing in my brain because im sad about it. i almost certainly would not still be thinking so much about this fic if it had actually ended that way. but the fact that its so within reach...... what if it couldve worked....... augh. head in hands

[red-dyed-sarumane]

Do you have any art advice? Like how didn't you get discouraged until you became this good? Because every time I try I am discouraged because I can't move the image in my head into the real world.

this isnt just for drawing but really any artistic endeavor but you need to be aware of your own skill set. this isnt a place for "my work is garbage" or any of those negative thoughts, you should try without judgement to sit down and see where you're at. and from there you choose one single thing, nothing too big or broad of an idea, to work on differently in your next piece. "i want to draw faces better" is really broad and vague, but "i like how this other artist does eyebrows" for example gives you a pretty set idea to work towards. and once you've found a way to do that one thing in a way u like you can move on to the next thing. and it might seem like its going to take forever to do it that way but once you start its not that bad.

this is going to be disappointing but i also think of what i want to do in my own art style. i havent had the feeling in years of being unable to pull something off because i know what my skill set is and i think in those terms. i work with them not around them. and even then i dont think too concrete i leave room for error and possibly even taking a different direction half way through. if any thing the original idea is a suggestion.

another note you need to learn how to use references. everyone loves to say to use references & never says how to actually do that. using references isn't just copying what you see. using references is looking at objects and colors in relation to each other & how they interact. if u can look at a shirt someones wearing & paint all the wrinkles while looking at it thats great. but really using your references is noticing where that shirt is catching on the person's body to cause those wrinkles. its looking at something in a certain lighting and seeing how the light scatters on it and what other colors are nearby to affect that. especially with shiny things like metals so much of the "shading" in metals is actually reflection of whats around it so copying 1:1 from a reference you find online or take yourself might still not look right in your art. likewise with how light scatters in liquids & gem stones. it's going to depend on what environment its in so copying a reference exactly is only going to get you so far. the more attention you pay to what's going on in your references the more you can play around & still get good results & depending on your memory you might not even need to use them as much as you might think.

as for how i dont get discouraged my love for my subject matter far outweighs however i feel about the end results of whatever i do. i mess up a lot and things look bad & wonky a lot. even more so if im desperate for a good result & trying to rush it. all my best art comes from when i sit down & forget time exists. BUT!!! but!! even when u do things in a way u dont like don't just put yourself down and give up. you can criticize yourself but ONLY if its something that will help you. "my art is garbage" doesnt help anything & is blatantly untrue. "this doesnt look good because i put the eyes too far apart" constructive, direct, that's something you can keep in mind for next time and it WILL lead to improvement if you do. you also don't need to ever actually say that out loud or on your posts if you post your art. there are a lot of things you'll notice about your own art because you're the one who did it and you know you could've done it better or differently. your audience is not going to pick up on it 9/10 times and anyone who's going to harass you about your art not being perfect is not worth your time or energy. and of course don't forget to reward yourself. it can't all be things you need to improve on. don't forget to pick out parts you DO like how u did. something you think is cute or pretty or cool or had a nice angle. no matter how small it is. if you start putting weight/importance on things u liked doing or think turned out well instead of dwelling on everything that went wrong it Will get more fun & rewarding.

[freakinator]

Speaking of that delightful, delightful uu!Wemmbu analysis you did, do you have any info regarding the whole meta status of the server (that being its code and how the titular namesake of the smp, unstable, keys into the storytelling)? I too am attempting a recap of first semester lore. Please take this inbox message as an opportunity to info-dump/analyze however much you like! [hands you a sweet treat of your liking]

Also, I’m scared to ask, but does LS have genuine/loose lore? I’m pleased to know that the members of UU might have a similarly formatted project, but the idea of A Lot More Storytelling to get into and catch up on is intimidating lol esp considering how much content there is

Tldr: you’re like the Knower to me. The LS and UU Knower. Please help me, and thank you in advance. One final word: amen on being an analyst I love that (we need more in this fandom fr 🙏🙏)

ty! i dont really know that much lol but im a proud analyzer i love taking silly concepts way too seriously and making connections that doesnt really matter that much outside of this niche, and agreed we need more analyzers 5ever

regarding uu meta, the title, overthrough premise, and hook is the fact that the server itself is unstable with multiple exploits that werent supposed to be possible especially all at once becoming possible tho this has changed following spokes ep 4 when they all apparently got patched, idk if theinstability premise has been completely dropped or not but it does still have at least some relevance thanks to jamato being the one who spoke is trying to find and was the reason why he infiltrated the invis mafia in the first place

as for ls lore, the thing you gotta understand first is that ls is an unscripted improv server which means that Everything that happens in it is lore including the silliest and most nothingburger things meaning yes it does in fact have lore, just not the kind youd find in a scripted/staged series like uu and is instead more in line with lore in something like hermitcraft for example

and much like hermitcraft you technically dont Need to watch every single vod ever but there will be multiple references and discussions related to past seasons, you dont even really need to catch up or anything but just dont pretend to know what happened when in actuality you dont cause you Will be corrected by the ppl who do know, if you do wanna know or get context about something just ask someone who you know knows about it (or at least someone who knows other ppl who knows about it) then chances are youll get an answer

[onejellyfishplease]

I am all about constructive criticism. I mean, how am I supposed to get better at writing/drawing if people won't be honest with me and give me tips to get better. I personally think that people who can't take constructive criticism aren't very bright. How are they supposed to get better at things if they don't listen to others who are just trying to guide them?

Also, I would love some more tips on how to make the shell better. If you are willing, of course. :)

I am horrible at drawing. I usually have to trace things to get a decent drawing. (For instance, I traced like five different things to make Mikey a pony.)

I'm so much better at coloring than I am at drawing. My writing needs work, too, but I'm getting better.

First of all, can I just say that you shouldnt worry about tracing art to improve your own (as long as u aren't posting it as soley your own but thats a whole other rabbit hole) I did too! It helps build ground work for a good understanding of anatomy and poses.

However there are a few holes in tracing. Forst of all it is quite limiting in the outcome of your work, as your art is stuck static in one pose. this can alkost hinder your ability to see things in '3D' and visualise objects for multiple angles. it can also lead to 'skin wrapping' , which i think is the hole you fell into here (and also a term i just made up now)

with the shell, you only coloured it within Mikey's trace lines - this caused the shell to loose a lot of its mass - making it look, quite frankly, not like a shell.

a way to improve on this is to look at more references of Mikey's shell in the show and its shape from different angles. this can help you get a good idea of how it should look, and it is a good idea to practice drawing it from these angles. this will improve your ability to think in a 3D space, (which is so darn hard, but seriously useful)

however, and you may have noticed this yourself, when you add new additions to the figure, the line art just doesnt line up! the line quality is different!

This is because the line you have done for the addition is Your Line. And we love your line.

so lets make the rest of the traced lineart fit into your style, instead of you fitting yours into theirs okay?

You may notice that when you trace art, the line work is just not the same, the lines are shakier than the original and it just doesn't look as good. this is not a reflection of your skill.

It is because, usually, (at least when I did it) you follow the original line so closely that it turns out shaky, probably taking your pen off the page a few times to take a break from the oen stroke. while the original artist did that line in one sweeping stroke.

a way to fix this, and make the line arr cleaner and more you, is to instead use the drawing as a very close reference. for example:

instead of tracing the exact lines of the art, merely trace the general shapes of the art. not only then do you add your own flair and gesture to the drawing, you are then more free to add more shapes to this sketch.

You can still use the reference drawing as closly as you want, but try to focus less on getting the exact lines copied, and more on the general shape. you linework wont be perfect the first time, it might be really messy compared to your usual tracing, and thats fine! you should see some of my sketches before i refine them!

But these will be your lines, theyll be smoother and more gestural, and overtime you will get better control over your penstrokes doing this.

Okay I cant really think of anymore to add here, I hope this helps! i think this was just one big word vomit lol. Keep drawing!! cause no matter what you do, as long as you are actively drawing you are always improving! dont be afraid to push yourself out of you comfort zone! who cares if it doesnt turn out the way you wanted it to? Its your art, You Created That with your Own Hands, and I think that is amazing.

<3

[aviancataclysm]

hello every being this is a post declaring my stance on acceptance

since i NEVER reblog posts that go like "rb if your blog is a safe space for _" due to not wanting to give the posts undeserved attention (i am a little spiteful man) i feel like i should clarify that you are all accepted on here

well unless you cross boundaries usually seen on the basic dni list that i also dont want to put in my intro because my ass is lazy and it makes me seem generic (zero offence to ppl who do so because it's my personal choice and probably a personality flaw on my part)

i honestly do not care what someone identify with/as and what types of people they feel attraction towards because in the end it has nothing to do with me so it doesnt matter (well. to be safe about the second statement about attraction. i want to exclude the types of attraction that do actual harm such as pdf files. i do not endorse their actions and they are not accepted on here)

things might be confusing to me because i do not pay a lot of attention to gender identity and sexuality stuff (uninterested. pointless debate ngl because like how about we just treat each other with basic respect no strings attached) but i can and will try my best to respect stuff that i understand less (for example neopronouns)

and if i make any mistakes/am offensive in a close-minded way at any point please be open about it and tell me directly. i will try to improve.

that is all thanks for coming to my ted talk i will go back to trying to beat deadlocked now