#please be kind

[lau219]

With everyone guessing what each other look like, I thought, rather than play the game, I’d just share a photo of myself…

[bobowbeau]

“I’m a human police officer!”

Final painting after 24 hours!

[enii]

🐻🌼🌻🦋💕

[suspectedtrash]

Tired and losing motivation!

[crowleysgirl56]

The world is on fire. It’s been on fire for a while now. I have struggled severely for the last few years with attempting to find any happiness in anything. I’ve always loved Good Omens, but it become such a specific hyper focus since season 2 aired, and for once I found a tiny little space in the corner of the internet that I could consider my happy place. This fandom and everyone in it finally brought me a little happiness again. It is now on fire too. So yeah, I’m going to pull away for a little while.

To everyone who is randomly getting anonymous inbox messages from people screaming at you that you’re a terrible person because you like “that pedo David Tennant” (like I have been, I assume it’s the same random person targeting a bunch of people), I feel for you, I’m with you, I’m sending you my thoughts and love, I hope you can just ignore, delete, not engage and move on.

For those who are upset over everything that has occurred with the allegations against Neil Gaiman, you’re feelings are valid. You can separate the art from the artist. You can feel angry with him, sympathy for the victims, and sad that it could affect season 3. All things can be true at once.

So let’s remember a few things:

1) his actions are creepy at best and abhorrent at worst.

2) believing women means giving them the space and time to hear what they have to say, afford them empathy, and not dismiss them outright.

3) the court of public opinion is not the place to make judgment.

4) Boris Johnson’s sister, who is connected to TERF ideology, dropping a podcast the day before a significant general election may perhaps not be the best bastion of truth.

5) screaming at each other won’t solve anything. Please be kind.

So I’m going to take a step back for a bit, touch some grass, and hope the fires are slightly more under control when I get back.

[suzypfonne]

✨Chinchillaphale✨

[thelightofthebane]

Malec Xmas

This is my first ever fanart!

I made it for the @malecdiscordserver 🩷

[adharastarlight]

Happy Hide From The Marauders Fandom Day for those who celebrate!!!

[xactodreams]

Are you ever so gay you end a 15 year drawing hiatus?

[sapphicseasapphire]

… yeah.

Yeah, okay. I’m not okay. I feel so numb. I am exhausted. I feel like I have nothing to say.

I refuse to fall to this. I refuse to let myself be consumed. I’m opening emergency art requests. It can be anything. I can’t come up with a single creative idea and I think I need to do something. Send an ask with a prompt, I’ll see what I can do.

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

Be somebody who makes everybody feel like a somebody.

Brad Montague

[enii]

Please be kind💕

[puffyrice]

I’ve been debating whether to talk about this stuff on here, but I need to just get it out somewhere.

I’m disabled. I talk every once in a while about it on here, but I got really sick a month into my first semester of nursing school. I have lupus, fibromyalgia, POTS, and Ehler’s Danlos Syndrome. When I got lupus it caused me to be so sick I could barely walk at all for about 4 months.

I got on all the meds and I do PT, but I am physically disabled. I have terrible fatigue and chronic pain. My pain isn’t really well managed yet, and I walk with a cane. It’s hard for me to be on my feet for more than an hour or so with my cane, depending on the day. Every day is unpredictable.

I’ve been forcing my way through nursing school by sheer stubbornness, even though it makes me seriously ill. I really actually love being in school. I love studying and learning and I’m even tutoring other nursing students this semester.

This semester is my first hospital clinical, which starts this Friday. The thing is, there is a not zero chance that my body literally can’t handle 9 hours of clinical.

Before I was sick I happily did 12+ hours as a vet tech. Now, I have a hard time getting up the stairs or going to the store most days.

There is a chance I will have to leave school, whether it be temporary or permanent. I tried to be able to split my clinical into 2 half days, but they declined that.

So, I may not be able to be a student or a nurse, even though it’s what I love. I’m trying really hard not to connect my whole identity to this goal, but it’s hard not to when I’m so passionate about it.

Anyway. I really appreciate anyone who read all this. I’ll post an update after my Friday rotation.

I’m terrified and heartbroken at how my life suddenly got all flipped around by chronic illness. I hope I can keep giving you the content I love sharing so much.

[slaaverin]

To hell and back

This post is very difficult to make for me. This is not about BTS, or about fandom, but about mental health, and my personal story. I never really opened up about it anywhere except in a few facebook groups. But today is the day I decided to speak about my story.

It is surely more for me than for you.

Very few people in my friends and family can really understand what I have been going through, because it is a topic so complex that even I have trouble understanding it sometimes.

Well, firstly, I am schizophrenic. At least according to science. If you asked me though, it would be a different answer.

The truth is, I became spiritual again when I was 25, not long after discovering BTS. I took on a meditation practice and grew my consciousness very quickly.

Someday, I had an idea on how I would be able to help the collective, and I thought about becoming clairaudient (hearing the other side). So, I "hear voices". I followed my intuition on how to achieve this, and after some time it actually worked, I could hear.

So this ability to hear was totally consented on my part, I wanted this from the start.

But yeah, according to science, when you can hear anything, they put a schizophrenic label on you. I think it's mostly that they are in over their head with this kind of subject, and they simply don't understand everything enough to really be able to help anyone, except with medication.

Unfortunately, the universe is bigger and more nuanced than a label, so I never really got help from psychiatrists. I had to navigate through this on my own.

Everything was going fine at first, I was learning how to use this ability, and things were going well.

But someday, everything went to shit.

I won't go into that much details, I'll spare you, because it is pretty horrific. But long story short, I made a trip to "hell". Literally.

Of course, I myself do not believe in the christian hell. I've studied spirituality enough to understand it is not that literal, and there are many realms with different purposes.

But there are some dimensions that are close enough of what we would imagine hell to be like. And I have gone there.

I spent 2 weeks in 2 dimensions at once. In my physical body, but also in this dark dimension.

It's not really important to believe in this, or to argue whether it was real or not, because the thing is, my experience, impressions, feelings, all of it, were real to me. It felt real. It felt tangible. The mechanics does not matter, what matters is that I experienced it, and the trauma from it was real.

It was the most horrific, the darkest, the most twisted, so terrible that words cannot even give it justice. It is an experience that I felt somehow was a glitch in the matrix. Like we should not be able to experience something like this, it should not be allowed.

But it was. And no matter how much I cried for help, prayed all the gods, begged, no one came to save me. I could not sleep, did not eat, and barely functioned during those 2 weeks.

I felt left there, abandoned, alone, helpless, in total despair and horror, and with a pain that was so profound that I thought it would kill me. I was patiently waiting for death to take me, in how much my heart was broken into a million pieces.

I got annihilated entirely by the end. No emotions, no thoughts, no personality, no beliefs, nothing that made me me, was left.

I was gone, an empty shell. I had been entirely destroyed. A metaphorical death.

But something was left. A tiny flicker.

It was the light of my consciousness, my divine spark.

I understood then that even the worst darkness that exist would not be able to destroy my light, and that I was eternal.

So all of my fears vanished. I began clinging to that light and use a strength I didn't even know I posessed to crawl back from the pit of my own hell.

I had PTSD for years after this experience. And it was not truly over. I was still plagued by many interferences, trickster energies, evil things.

But over time, I healed, and brought back the pieces of myself that were scattered, and my psyche, even with PTSD, began to mend.

But now I had to learn how to play "the game". How to not get tricked, how to keep my internal balance despite being surrounded by nothing but darkness.

Some day the darkness put so much pressure on my being that I thought of ending my life. And that's not really like me, because I'm really pro-life.

But it's like I've been through some fucking intense internal military-like training, with no rest, with no pause, and no mercy. Ever.

It pushed me to my limits.

So of course I transformed. I became stronger mentally, I learned discernement, I took my power back, literally my entire being was totally refined.

I mastered "the game" of darkness, outsmarted them, mended every breach of my psyche, moved past all my fears, and my mind became as cutting and sharp as a knife. It took me years, but I learned the lesson. And I can say that darkness was my greatest teacher. The wisdom I gained, there is really no price for it. In the end I saved myself.

Today, I am good. I work very hard to keep my internal balance, to remain optimistic, to keep spreading love around me.

If you saw me you wouldn't tell I have any particularity lol

But to say this whole process has been hard is a understatement. It is SO FUCKING HARD like it's so hard and complex and layered that's it's really a bit ridiculous?

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a very bad movie, so I guess the universe and my higher self really have a weird sense of humour. But I laugh it off too because it's better than crying about it.

I know we are never alone, and that everything supports us, but the illusion that we are is really strong sometimes. Almost no one would be able to understand my experience, without having lived it, so I feel like I'm bearing this cross on my own.

But you know, all of this really puts things into perspective. The fact I have been in a place such as this, survived, and came back, makes every other little problems in life feel truly trivial.

I don't know what your faith is, it is not really important. What I learned in my studies is that most people who actually go to those places had things to learn, it's never "some punishement". It's clearly not because I deserved it.

But I did my share of learning indeed. Today I feel like I am a better version of myself thanks to this experience.

I believe it was for my highest benefit, because I can't reconcile senseless pain and hurt in my mind with a loving god. I know things aren't random.

It all began because I wanted to help. So in sharing my story, I want you to share a message of hope.

The deepest pain, the darkest fear, nothing that is abyssal and scary and any emotion you might feel, none of it will actually hurt you. You cannot be hurt. You cannot be destroyed by anything, ever. We just think that some emotions will kill us, so we avoid to feel them. We fear, so we flee.

If you actually embrace your fears, it won't kill you. It will liberate you. Nothing else will happen.

You know why we come to earth to have crazy experiences and we don't mind the trauma and the pain that come with it? Because our souls know that we are not taking any real risk in the first place.

Your light is deeper than the deepest fear, largest than the most painful hurt, and you are safe at all time, even if it doesn't feel like it.

So please, rest easy, don't take life so seriously, it's all going to be ok. We will all wake up from this dream someday and go back to love, and it will only be a memory, a blip in our eternity.

We are safe & loved.

I think I needed to get all this out of my chest.

(Please don't feel the need to psychoanalyze me or feed me religious doctrines, I had years to process and really understand the mechanics of everything that happened to me so far, but obviously I didn't want to turn this post into a million words so many aspects are left out.)

Thank you for reading my post and take care💜

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