Anger is such a normal part of recovery, and I wish it were normalized. I think it is genuinely harmful to depict recovery as this era of your life that only sets you free and makes you euphoric, and there will never again be a cloud in the sky because you have Ultimately Healed.
It's the fucking opposite sometimes. Recovery can feel violent, because the things you are recovering from are often (though not always) violent. It is so common to feel white-hot rage, grief, catharsis, elation, numbness - in essence, a whole host of emotions that aren't pretty, or aren't simple little categories to be neatly boxed and sorted and understood by the "normals."
Those recovering: Your emotions are real, and they aren't bad. You aren't a bad person for how you are processing and healing. You, however, aren't alone. You are doing so fucking well, no matter what it is you are healing from or for. I genuinely hope you can be proud of that.
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I loove the android robin au it's really one of the most interesting au I have seen in a while.
I am always happy to see new post abt it
Also making my favourite characters go through hell and then receiving comfort from their people is like the best thing ever for me so every time I see a whump!Robin post I like automatically
People loving android!Robin makes me so happy anansnssndsnsns she's curious and excitable and full of wonder and the world keeps punishing her for simply being alive. Sometimes it's too painful even for me, big whump lover 😭😭 though seriously, there is not enough Robin whump, and while all the characters in the show are very whumpeable, hurting my little blorbo Robin feels special because... she's just so deeply lonely. She's lonely and she thinks she deserves to be because of something wrong with her (pulling this interpretation from Surviving Hawkins lore which is canon to me 😭). That was a big idea I had when I first came up with android!Robin... that there is something wrong with her. Broken. In this AU she's literally broken in a lot of way (battery and memory problems, weak joints in her lower half, etc), but that's all within the range of normal robot problems. The real issue with her is that she's sentient. It terrifies people because it really brings out the existencial horror of... well, existing. It terrifies Robin most of all. She is the problem. She is what's wrong with her. She shouldn't exist.
But at the same time, she loves being alive so much! She doesn't understand it and doesn't know how it happened, but it happened, and now she's real and wants to experience life and the world and know people like human beings do. So it's her constant battle to become human despite humans having hurt her so much in the past... only for Nancy to already see her as human. Just one made of metal and plastic, but human nonetheless. She's the first person to see her that way and maybe everyone else thinks she's crazy, but Nancy is used to that. She's so sure of this, though, of Robin's self-awareness. She trusts her so blindly. She doesn't even need proof. And not only does she believe her, but she defends her humanity in front of her friends and family so ardently, fighting so hard for Robin to be aknowledged by everyone else as human. Fighting so hard to give her a home and family for the first time in her life.
Nancy has it bad for Robin, really. She's just so in love, even if everyone else thinks she's crazy for falling in love with a machine (no one thinks she is, though, because they all know Robin, and once you know Robin, it's impossible not to love her).
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truly a sappy thought, but seeing the positive response to my writing just makes me so?? unbelievably happy??
i don't know how to explain it, like tumblr is such a strange world in of its own because we all exist on different planes. but the fact that you lovely people enjoy my art and take time out of your day to tell me such is just so?? yeah.
so this is for whoever may read this - thank you for enjoying my art and for giving me the push to keep producing and thinking it.
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A Comforting Memory (Draft?)
A Costume Set Story for Bittersweet Choco Cookie's Young Princess and Dark Choco Cookie's Young Prince.
Aka, Pas gives some silly lore drop on Tumblr for once about the idiotic siblings that have daddy issues but copes with it differently fr.
Dark Choco Cookie was going about his day, looking and helping all the other citizens in the kingdom as much as he could. Unlike his father, all he wanted was to help the people in the Kingdom he would eventually rule. The people needed help and Dark Choco Cookie was willing to go against his father's words for it.
However, there's a strange sense of nostalgia in mind whenever Dark Choco Cookie helped any young cookies from being slain. A young Milk Villager seemed to look up to him greatly and wanted to be like him, a hero. It's strange, he always saw himself as a great person but to see someone looking up to him..it was almost like back then. When she was still around.
As Dark Choco Cookie went to retire to his room in the Black Citadel one day, he wanted to go to her room, in a restricted area. The room that belonged to someone who had run off all those years ago. Dark Choco Cookie always wanted to seek his older sister out but was never given the chance to.
It was almost like Bittersweet Choco Cookie was still there when Dark Choco Cookie entered her room, now abandoned but well kept. A small smile as he saw a portrait of her wearing the royal robes. Just by looking at the portrait, Dark Choco Cookie couldn't help but smile and remembered fondly about the words of her cheering him up every time when he was down. Looking around in his older sister's room, he couldn't help but remember a fond memory he has of her.
It was just after the two finished their classes. Dark Choco Cookie was summoned by Dark Cacao Cookie to talk about it. While he could not remember what it was about now, Dark Choco Cookie knew he was sad from whatever his father said. But it was like Bittersweet Choco Cookie knew when he was sad and when to come to his side because she walked to his side almost right away after Dark Cacao Cookie finished talking to him.
"Oh..did he scold you again?" The way his older sister spoke to him made Dark Choco Cookie go to hug her immediately. Dark Choco Cookie couldn't remember what Dark Cacao Cookie said, all he remembered was how the words made him sad. He remembered how his older sister hugged him back and made sure he's okay.
"Shhh, it doesn't matter what he says about you, you know. You'll always be more than enough to me. Always."
The words back then felt like the light that Dark Choco Cookie needed to be cheered up. As he looked at his older sister, who always gave him a gentle smile, wearing the royal robes and making sure he's okay.
As Dark Choco Cookie snapped out of it, he quickly realized a peculiar thing about the portrait. It was like his own mind made him see the portrait the way it should be. Who vandalized the portrait? Why was his older sister's face not there anymore?
Maybe…he should try to seek her out when he can.
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have been learning more about disability justice / abolitionist frameworks for mental health care / community care / restorative justice, and the like. found this article and the first paragraph made me cry, so i thought i'd share for my fellow disabled trans babes <3
"The first time I saw Poison Ivy, I fell in love with her. She was sexy, smart, powerful. I don’t know if wanted to fuck her or if I wanted to be her. She was crazy, and I loved that, because I was crazy, too. She was a woman trespassing on the Mad scientist boy’s club, genetically engineering offspring (who needs men for reproduction?) and putting pressure on our human-centric worldview with her passion for plant-life. She was incredible.
But I didn’t get to play Ivy. I had to play Batman. And Batman punished Ivy for being a Mad queer femme. He played the role of the legal system, and the legal system punishes people like her, like me. The logic of the game was patriarchal, sanist, ableist. The game made me hurt us."
Mad/Crip Games and Play: An Intro by Adan Jerreat-Poole
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