#my poor kid

[yume-fanfare]

happy branco season! these are all interchangeable

[inotevenknowwhatimdrawing]

A lil tired Gorgug

[nachoxpsi]

Okay I knew it, i knew Mrs McDonald burns his son with a cigarette for being a shit, but Macs traumatized expression was so good hahah i love this charmac road trip

[bellcza]

lamine shouldn’t have to apologize for the entire club 💔

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

[misterpseudonym]

[littlelightfish]

Them <3

[exhausted-kari]

It is my god given right as a lesbian to love Stanley Pines and want him to have nice things, but I'm on a budget and fiddleford is okay enough I guess

[gnomewithalaptop]

Not Tim answering a work zoom in his boxers 💀

[chloesimaginationthings]

I’m really curious how you would draw the Five Missing Children.

Technically I’ve drawn them! Only the movie versions though, sometime I’ll do the game ones too!

[turtletoria]

the krampus incident from the book of bill if it was out of character and stupid

[squidthusiast]

I’m a sucker for ‘childhood friends’ tropes

[happi-dreams]

Lil doodle comic before I go to schoooll

[just-bee-lieve]

the funeral

[angelcake10023]

“What are you gonna do about it?” 🍵

A messy comic for the Curious MK au. Tang realizing he messed up after giving up MK to Wukong, but he might’ve realized this a bit too late…

ITS RESCUE TIME

[wolfchans]

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