I’m watching Splash (1984) which is a romcom about a guy who falls in love with a mermaid, and when she chooses a human name she chooses Madison and guy says “that’s not a real name, but alright” which seems to imply that Madison was not a name until at least the 80’s and all girls named Madison are actually named after the mermaid. thought you should know
this is so good oml
There’s far too little Grognak NoPixel art and I plan to fix that
Jar (Our Greatest Enemy)
Heyo, I got it done finally. Never mind the lack of backgrounds. Please reblog and leave notes for me to adoringly not know how to respond to.
Commentary under the cut to avoid clutter.
I had gotten thinking about Avatar the Last Airbender when Zuko confronted Ozai during the eclipse invasion. Zuko gave a little speech, and I took that, made some alterations, and that's what this is.
This also expresses my desire for Hunter to be able to do magic now, because Flapjack is still there, just in a slightly different way.
The fully animated bit was honestly just supposed to be two frames, but I made some posing whoopsies and apparently fixing that required animation. Don't question my logic, it worked out in the end. I'll make a dedicated post for it later, so keep an eye out for that. I just want this to gain some traction first.
one thing that continually surprises? frustrates? me abt having a stable enough life, being not suicidal Anymore is that sometimes I Am again. not in that Means Plans Intent trifecta. Just. a piece of me starts saying "you should kill yourself."
and it's wailing and crying and like when you're responsible for a baby suddenly wailing and crying I can't just Shush it. it's expressing some need that isn't met, some stressor that's overwhelming, some desire for Escape and an Out. but wailing and crying and saying "you shouldn't be alive" because that's what it knows
so I have to gently, exasperatedly, still hearing those chants of "just die, it's easier, disappear", feed and water and care for this baby. give it toys. take it on a walk. wait for those hiccuping sobs to turn to quiet sighs.
then maybe get an answer. what happened. what's gone wrong. the baby didn't like "my friends don't want to go to this thing with me and I'm taking it as a Rejection of wanting to spend time w me" and also "I woke up late and missed a little event I was looking forward to and blame myself because I played video games late into the night when I Shouldn't Have and Knew Better" and maybe "I'm pissed off that I have to go to a Work Event on the Weekend with really unclear expectations when I'd rather be doing something fun" plus "I'm feeling sensitive bc a podcast I listened to hours ago talked abt a way of thinking that is Triggering [for specific reasons] and I might've been mildly dissociating for the better part of this evening"
and parse it out. Okay. I get it. you feel lonely and overtaxed and uncertain about the future and blame yourself for issues now but with the moral valence of [specifics redacted]. also this has caused a fair bit of pain flare.
then your sad, wounded, tired shell has to make a life worth living out of this. and life is worth living, and it will be, and these are now problems you can work on and share honestly with people who care about you and find different ways of balancing your time and energy and give yourself a little treat and connect with something you enjoy
and you're not going to kill yourself. you'll make things better. but it's still tiring.
im so regular about this
throw a lucky man into the sea, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth 🌊