Y'all, it's been a long week and it's only Tuesday, but I came home to my lovely Grim Oak Press copy of Summer Knight in my mail, so my day has been made. The art is so fucking great, as usual. 😍😍

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Y'all, it's been a long week and it's only Tuesday, but I came home to my lovely Grim Oak Press copy of Summer Knight in my mail, so my day has been made. The art is so fucking great, as usual. 😍😍

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people with ‘scary’ and ‘weird’ mental issues i love you.
i love schizophrenics. i love psychotic people, i love people on the schizospectrum, i love people with DID and OSDD, i love people with NPD, i love people with PPD, i love people with SPD, i love people with ASPD, i love people with personality disorders, i love people who hallucinate, people who have delusions, and people who have paranoia. i love people who are mentally ill in ways that are viewed as strange and scary by society.
it is not your fault that you struggle. you are valid. you are deserving of care and you are deserving of love. your issues do not negate any of that.
fuck it. be creative even if you never really *make* anything. write out plot synopses of stories and then move on. design OCs you'll never use. make mood boards and concept art and don't do anything with them. life's too short to forget everything that inspired you and creation doesn't have to be "complete" to be worth the time you put into it.
Reposting this so it gets to the right people!!
Edit: Saline beats milk—it is AGAINST the usage of pouring milk into your eyes. It is suggesting that if you do not have access to a saline solution or water somehow, milk is your far LAST resort. It’s not a substitute. Use WATER above all else, it’s incredibly accessible
Sterile saline meant to go in eyes can usually be found in pharmacies near the contact solution - and if you can't find it, contact solution should work pretty well too and is also sterile. If you wear contacts and already have some, bring it. (Do not wear contacts at a protest where tear gas may be used.)
Become ungovernable.
Systematically dismantling the oppressive system
This bird is my personal hero and I want to be them when I grow up.

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Attended a rattlesnake conference yesterday and one of the presenters was talking about public attitudes towards snakes, specifically how showing them in a non-aggressive context helps to create more positive attitudes, and. Y'all. I NEED to show you the image he used as an example
Look at him. Look at this smiley newborn sidewinder sitting in a bottle cap. He is so small and so happy he is EXACTLY the right size to sit comfortably in a bottle cap
Cursed Dresden Files thought that won't leave me alone today:
Kringle showed up to see Harry on Christmas Eve.
Kringle, who Harry knows is also sometimes Odin.
Odin, who he knows has Murphy in his care.
And I can't help but wonder if, for just a second, when Kringle said he had a gift for him, Harry had hope that it might be a someone and not a something. Especially given that he was already grieving throughout the night.
And the gift he got was lovely, and sweet, and one of the scenes that's hit me the hardest in the series, and I know Harry was grateful.
But I can't help but wonder if he was also just a little disappointed.
Just in case Twelve Months didn't hurt us enough, I'd like to bring this point back up now that it's out and we have even more context for where Harry's mind is at around this time.
Nothing new to add really. I just hurt myself remembering it and had to share the pain with all of you because let's be real, we're all masochists at this point or we wouldn't still be in this cursed fandom.
hey shoutout to my fellow ppl who used to and/or continue to struggle with regularly fulfilling everyday hygeine tasks for literally any reason. You can make a lot of progress on that sort of thing that you may never talk about but that’s still hard-earned improvement and Im proud of you.
Youre not the only person who struggles w that and you don’t have to undercut your sense of personal improvement just because it’s the “bare minimum.”
"You should create for yourself" and "it's okay to feel discouraged when creating your own original projects if no one interacts with them" are two sentences that should be able to co-exist with each other
On the one hand, you should kill that capitalist in your head that tells you to make art only for the enjoyment of other people. On the other hand, it's totally fine to be disappointed that you spent hours or even days on something that only got 4 notes. You can feel both ways.
It has come to my attention that I haven't been on Tumblr in an eternity and have deprived you all of experiencing my absolutely wretched awful goblin son.
His name is Cecil and he is proof that for some animals, cuteness is a survival trait. Because he is the worst. (The other cutie in a few of the pictures is Felicia. She is the sweetest of sweet peas and has nothing but dust and crinkle paper where her brain should be.)

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if you ever find yourself writing fanfiction and thinking "this is too indulgent" that is the devil talking and he can go ahead and shut the fuck up
do you ever think about how sometimes it just... takes one random message? and suddenly you find yourself with a best friend or in constant conversation with someone who lives on the other side of the world but is just as much of a freak as you are or maybe you find yourself in love with someone without a last name but with so much kindness and affection in their words and presence. crazy how life and love and friendship just happen
Still working on this one, I might finish someday, lol
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Learning to work with the body and brain I have, rather than the one I thought I should have, has made my art better and easier to create.

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One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.
"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."
And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.
"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."
And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.
"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."
And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.
"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."
"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."
"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."
And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.