Take It Easy - Tumblr Posts
Ok now that the boops are gone and i can be grumpy again
"yeah the boops are fun but don't let them distract you from--" PLEASE let them distract you. Please take one goddamn day off from thinking about the world's problems. And if you can't figure out how to do that, for the love of god don't insist that everyone else be stuck in "I'm not allowed to be happy about anything ever" hell with you
If you insist that everyone be focusing on "the problems" at all times that is at best performative and at worst actively harmful to the cause you're trying to support. Taking real action uses up energy, often times a LOT of it. Insisting that no one ever takes a break means insisting that no one ever take time to rest and begin to gather more energy for another actual action. Being "on" all the time isn't your duty, it's an impossibility.
Take a fucking break. And remind everyone that they need to take breaks too.
Go see a doctor if you can, you’re like one of my favorite artists.
I would be very upset if you couldn’t draw because of this, and I’m sure you’d be too. Go get that looked at if you haven’t already, pain traveling is not a good sign. Hoping you’re alright peri. :( keep us posted friend.
Hello everyone, unfortunately it seems the problem i had in my right side is spreading, my left has started to hurt as well (arms & legs) . I am not sure what is happening, or what is going to happen.
Typing is also quite hard as you may imagine and i am writing this with my phone on a pillow in my lap because my arms don't have the strength to hold themselves.
My health isn't quite good to begin with but i never had problems like this that quite literally made me unable to function. They never concerned movement...
This pain seems quite ominous and i really hope i am overreacting and it will be solved soon, but... Yea i kept joking about this to keep it lighthearted for myself as well but i don't have it quite in me anymore.
Giusto per tua conoscenza, visto che mi pare che tu non te ne sia accorto... remeberingvenus è un fake clamoroso. le foto che pubblica sono le stesse di anni fa di quella bionda palestrata (non potendo ovviamente farsene)
Ciao Anon,
grazie per la dritta 😉 ma, giusto per tua conoscenza, io elaboro le foto di "sconosciut*" per puro divertimento, per staccare la mente dalla routine .
Se vuoi puoi mandarmi una delle tue foto e vedrò cosa riesco a fare 🤗
Ora, se vuoi, ho una dritta io per te : 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪
D.
in light of this news, I do wanna say this for anyone who needs it: staying informed/in the loop and doomscrolling are two different things, and it's important for your mental health to know what that difference is for you.
it's essential now more than ever to make sure that we're in the loop with current events and politics. this post is absolutely not advocating for ignoring the news, especially considering factors such as privilege. if you're able to, please do try to stay informed. but there comes a point where information can become too much (particularly when you belong to a marginalized group), causing stress, anxiety, and burnout. being an informed citizen shouldn't come at the expense of your wellbeing.
right now, please ask yourself: am I checking the news to stay up to date, or am I checking it because I'm scared? am I following current events to enhance my understanding, or am I following it because I'm too anxious to tear away?
if you feel rising panic, dread, and anxiety that's spiraling, it's time to step back. being an informed citizen doesn't mean agonizing over things you can't control. when that happens, it's time to rein yourself back in.
consider this post a checkpoint, especially if you're an American, black/a person of color, a marginalized identity (be it religious, gender/sexuality, or disability), or any combination thereof. it's alright to step back and care for yourself.
allow yourself room to breathe. it'll be okay. you'll be able to step back in when you're ready.
“Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain.”
— Johanna de Silentio
“Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain.”
— Johanna de Silentio
emptiness / setbacks / take it easy (I thought I was getting better)
Writhing on the cold hard floor of the bridge of the ship, Spike swallowed a scream of pain with considerable effort. He clenched his eyes shut, clenched his hands into fists, curled his body into a fetal position, and tried not to throw up.
He hated this part of convalescence. The part where he pushed himself too far too fast and either hurt himself or wound up relapsing in some way. The setbacks that Jet always warned about. It was frustrating to prove the other man right when all he wanted to do was be back to normal. Back to physically fit. Able to lose himself in the meditative realm of Jeet Kune Do. The emptiness wasn't as omnipresent when he was able to slip into the calming mindset that the martial arts exercise offered him.
Panting, shivering, furious at the world and his body's limitations and the bleakness of his own mind, Spike nearly jumped out of his own skin when a hand clasped his shoulder to roll him over onto his back.
"Take it easy!" Jet ordered. "You torn it again, didn't you? Well, just hold the fuck still and let me stitch it back up."
Of course it was Jet. Faye had been giving him the silent treatment since he was brought back to the ship. Her determination to ignore or avoid him was doing him no favors. If anything it added to the maelstrom of troubled thoughts and ever-present tides of guilt that washed up and over him daily. Guilt over getting Jet shot. Guilt over leaving Faye while she was having a breakdown. Guilt over getting Shin killed. Guilt over Julia... Guilt over Vicious... Guilt over Annie... Annie! ...that one hurt the worst, actually. Jet and Faye were pissed but alive. Shin and Julia and Vicious were all deeply involved in the Syndicate of their own accord, he'd never recruited any of them - hell, he'd tried to get Julia out for all the good that had done in the long run. Annie, she was an arms dealer for the Red Dragons, sure, but that was supposed to be a form of protection. A role that kept her out of the line of fire. The fact that they'd turned on her - whether Vicious or the Van - solely based on her past association with him...
It made his gut churn. She was supposed to have immunity. She was never supposed to die.
His fault. It was all his fault.
"Hey! You with me?" Jet's voice again. Concern covered with anger.
"I thought I was getting better," Spike spoke mulishly earning an eye roll from Jet as he finished sewing up the torn stitches along Spike's hip.
"You would be if you just relaxed for a damn minute. You're not invincible, you know. That showdown might not have killed you but if you get this wound weeping while I'm not around... or if those bullet holes wind up infected after all..." Jet huffed. "Anyway, just rest. You used to do that all the time, it shouldn't be that hard. The couch has been waiting for you to come back to it."
Spike finally took his eyes off the ceiling to frown at the other man's attempt at humor.
"Jet. I need to take a piss. Wanna lower the gravity for me?"
Jet eyed him suspiciously. "You gonna sprawl out after that? If you're just trying to make it easier on yourself to work out..."
"No, dad, I already ripped myself open enough for one day. I just don't wanna struggle down the stairs. I'll lay down afterwards. I'll even let you bring me some fucking broth for dinner."
Grunting, Jet turned from him to attend to the counsel that governed gravity on the ship. Spike found he was almost curious enough about their location to inquire but decided at the last moment not to ask. He was on a liquid diet. He was grounded from the zip craft and grounded from bounties. It was pointless to wonder where they were, what the next target was... it would be weeks at least before he was allowed to help again.
Dammit. He was glad to be alive - wasn't he? Sometimes he wasn't sure if he was happy about it or not, truthfully. Outliving everyone he'd once known was rough. The one person who had been through a similar fate - not a bloody coup, but losing everyone they'd ever known in life - was acting like he was a ghost. Regrets faced off against guilt over which would torment him during the snatches of slumber he was able to achieve. He'd been refusing pain killers because he didn't want to accidentally fuck himself up worse by not noticing due to numbness.
Besides, pain pills did nothing to combat the emptiness.
The yawning pit that was the heart and soul of Spike Spiegel.
Too stubborn to die, too apathetic to truly live.
There had to be a breaking point eventually. Slogging through each day was misery.
He heard Jet clear his throat before the other man reached down to help haul him to his feet. It was much easier to rise up now that the gravity had been reduced.
"Spike."
"Yo."
"I'll patch you up every time you do this to yourself, you know that. But someday you're gonna have to realize you don't gotta keep punishing yourself for living."
"I'm not..." He trailed off with a scowl. Was that what he was doing? He deserved the suffering, he knew that much.
"Whatever you say, man. Just... it's good to have you back. It'll be better when you can pull your own weight again but... well, regardless, I'm glad you're here."
Jet's words gave him a strange feeling in his chest. They didn't often - ever - have heart-to-heart chats. They weren't vocal about their actual feelings. It was all too easy to assume that the others were upset with him for abandoning them, for putting them at risk, for being an invalid when they needed everyone pitching in to afford to eat. Spike wasn't sure how to handle what Jet had said. He looked the other man in the eye, nodded, and then gritted his teeth as he pushed off the floor to float through the bridge and head for the bathroom.