Hey Red! I Was Reminded Of Our Conversation A Few Days Ago By This TikTok

eyy im done coloring the two jesters

also some sketches and doodles i havnt colored or finished

also vee is my oc, she’s adopted by y/n

yaaaay! art from the stream! there were a couple of other misc. sketches but for now, heres all the ones of moon! :D plus some close ups of my faves <3

Figuring out every day little ways to improve how I live with unmedicated ADHD. Sometimes they're in the form of sacrifices. Sacrifices of the way I wish I could live, if my brain and I got along.

I move into my home and place my bed right against the center of the back wall. I like it like that, it looks nice. But my brain disagrees, and prefers when we have extra space in the center of the room. It doesn't like that my only sitting spot is my bed, and tells me it's time to go to sleep when I get too comfortable like that. So I move the bed to the side, into the corner, and give myself floor room in the middle to stand, and dance, and pace, and stay upright so my brain remembers to stay awake.

I keep my desk downstairs. It's nice in the living room. I think it will motivate me to get out of my room more, with the sun, and it will hold my projector so I can watch movies on my wall. But my brain disagrees. My room is a quiet, safer place than downstairs. Downstairs where my roommate can find me creating. Downstairs where I risk being watched, or noticed, or pulled into conversation when I need to focus. The space doesn't feel right when I sit there. So I don't, and nothing gets done. I don't write, I don't draw, and I don't watch anything. So I move my desk to my room. It crowds the space, but I'm finally working. I place my keyboard on top, and I'm writing music again. It feels more like an upright this way, and I miss having a real piano. My brain is happy this way.

I take off my shoes at the entrance, to not track dirt in, or mess up my nice white carpets. But I get comfortable, and slow. I stop working, I stop creating. So I keep them on, even though I hate wearing them. I hate wearing socks. I like to have my feet on the ground. But my brain likes the sense of control they give me. You could go at any time. It says. You could get up right now if you need to. You won't have to waste time lacing up your boots when you have to run. Which is a ridiculous notion, really, because nothing's going to happen that I'd need to escape from. It's a safe neighborhood, I don't live with anyone dangerous, I don't have friends who will call me because their in trouble. But it keeps my brain alive anyway. Alive and buzzing and ready to go.

So we don't get along all the time. My brain's very needy, and so very very particular about how we do things. It does not compromise for me. But I'm learning to be okay with that, and learning to go with what it says. It tends to be right, really, even if I don't like it. Even if I wish things were different. But it wants what's best for me, and I forgive it for that. I forgive it for it's weird, particular ways. Hopefully, one day, when I can afford medication, I'll forgive myself too for fighting it for so long.

I’m starting to suspect that the only way to get my fics written is to write them

I was this cool the whole time

Andrew Garfield attends the Golden Globes in Beverly Hills, California on January 10, 2023

Child of Shadow

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PSA that has been given 100 times already but needs to be said again:

The reason you, gen Z queers, need to be kink positive isn't because you support those kinks. It is okay to be disgusted by them, actually.

The reason you need to support kinksters is because "these kinks are disgusting" is the framework the alt-right is using and will continue to use to outlaw you. They don't think you're any different from the guys at Pride in leather puppy suits. They think your ENTIRE EXISTENCE is sexual. They think you holding hands with someone of the same gender, or existing as a trans person at all, is the same as a straight couple playing tonsil hockey in public.

YOU ARE A FETISH TO THEM. That is all you will ever be to the alt-right. They will never see you as human. When they talk about "our children being exposed to sexual perversion" they don't mean BDSM like you think they do. They mean YOU.

The only way to preserve your own existence is to fight for the right of kink to exist, because the instant kink becomes taboo or outlawed again*, rest assured, the alt-right will become MUCH more transparent about just what they think about your existence.

When you harp on about disgusting kinks and how they need to be hidden or outlawed and how they're harmful and everyone who does them is (insert thing here), you are giving the alt-right the tools they will use to imprison you as soon as they have unchecked power to do so.

THAT is why kinksters have been part of the queer community, part of Pride, from the start. Because the only way to keep our community safe is by truly ensuring everyone has unlimited sexual autonomy so long as the activity is taking place between consenting adults. It's just like how abortion-related laws are the lynchpin for all manner of medical autonomy laws.

The queer community can't stand without kinksters and vice versa. Even if you yourself aren't a kinkster and find them disgusting, like it or not, that is just how it is.

*Sodomy was illegal in Texas until 2003 and the law is still on the books, just not allowed to be enforced thanks to Lawrence v Texas, which SCOTUS has said they have an interest in striking down

Man I want a cat

im a man when its funny im a woman when its funny and when nothing is funny i drop to all fours and maul you like a wolf