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any renegade nell fans out there 😭😭

Knock knock, it's Knuckles! 👊💥

OMFG MONIKAAA sorry but i just saw and i didn't have that option activated and yes it DEFINITELY would have made it more interesting GOOOOOOD I LOVE THE WAY IT IS DRAWN

i can't believe you took the time to draw it TYSM AAAAA

I don't plan to do anything now or ever...I'd rather it fall by itself than...demolish it! i mean I WORKED for this for years, I think it is the last thing I would like to lose now.....

sighs, and looks around the place

i-idon't have the money to maintain it anymore, you're right-

so....surely at some point in the future this will all fall apart

Latest finish. All free motion quilted. One yard of gorgeous fabric by Moda in their Gradients Auras line. Satin backing. Four or five colors of thread.

I’m thinking this one would be amazing stretched on a canvas hanging on the wall and can’t decide if I’m going to keep it or sell it.

some of my favorite replies to this tweet. happy lesbian visibility week!

admit it - you thought i wouldn't come back, gwynbleidd

How the two walls look. ^^ Plus a better shot of the Nekoma and Fukurodani pairs. Check out the advertisement in Shibuya if you happen to be in Tokyo!!

Source: Twitter, Twitter

Incoming tangent about why Dead Boy Detectives is so important to me.

I found Dead Boy Detectives late, and I found the DBDA fandom even later. I'm not one to watch shows, especially not new ones. Even more so, I'm not one to watch supernatural horror, or any horror for that matter. Movies and shows seem like such a big time commitment to just sit there and do 'nothing' during, but Dead Boy Detectives intrigued me.

Once I started watching the show, I fell in love. Between the representation of POC actors throughout the cast, the sense of humor, and the mysteries I felt like I'd found a show that I could get invested in for the first time in a while. As the show progressed, I found myself invested in this story of loneliness, self-acceptance, and friendship.

Internalized homophobia is something that is very personal to me. I've struggled with it throughout my life, especially given the fact that I'm queer and non-binary. Watching Edwin go through a moment of "Wow, I can like boys" because of Niko's support (a friend, not a love interest) was so healing to me. Normally it feels like queer acceptance is a result of love in media, not a result of platonic support, so having that journey be a result of Niko was honestly amazing. Throughout the show, Niko's support is invaluable to Edwin's self-discovery, something that I can relate to as my friends were the ones who truly supported me through my queer journey, not potential partners.

Dead Boy Detectives' emphasis on platonic friendships is riddled throughout the show though. Niko and Edwin's Scooby Doo movie night was an example of how friendship can inspire people. Crystal's want for her mom to accept her brought Niko to a place where she felt like she could try to write to her mom again. Edwin and Niko's time together brings them to a place of deeper connection, meanwhile, the romantic pairing of Charles and Crystal spend time kissing instead of thinking about or discussing their problems.

And then the confession scene. This was the scene that got me into Dead Boy Detectives, and it's the scene that's been my lifeblood since. Of course, the confession itself is wonderfully written and the actors are so talented, but what hit me the hardest was how when Edwin says I love you the first time, Charles says it back without any questions. That simple "I love you too" was enough to make me consider this show one of my favorites of all time. Yes, Charles and Edwin are ultimately the core 'love story' of the show, in my opinion (They're positioned like Orpheus and Eurydice constantly and it drives me up the wall with my Hadestown hyper fixation added to it). But the importance of their friendship trumps everything else, and the emphasis on that platonic connection is so important to me.

This has been a giant ramble, and likely incoherent, but the tldr; is that I love Dead Boy Detectives with all my heart. It's such an important show for so many reasons and I will not shut up about it until Netflix decides to renew this damn thing.

I love that mp100 is a story about self-acceptance and not self-love.

self-love is a loaded concept and it’s very, very hard and I’d dare even say impossible for most people to attain. and even if you attain it one day who’s to say it won’t be gone tomorrow? What does it mean to “love yourself”? I tried to “love myself” for many, many years and consistently failed not just to achieve it, but also to explain it. And even within “self-love” there were always parts of myself that I hated.

Self-acceptance is more neutral than that. Self-acceptance is “yeah, I do have parts of myself that I wish were different and that I might work to change. But I am this person and this person is me—and that’s okay. I don’t have to love it. I don’t have to hate it. If I love it that’s okay. If I hate it that’s okay. I can just be me, honest, and move forward in the ways that seem fit.”

It’s a more hopeful outlook on the self. It’s an attainable outlook on the self.

Self-acceptance lets us move forward.

Things I've experienced post-Final Fusion:

All of a sudden, the days felt really... really... really long. I never really felt like there was any time in the day prior to final fusion; living my life in parts, I had never experienced such continuous flow of time before. It's long.

It feels like I now have a lot more time to do things in the day, and I have to be careful not to push myself too hard. I've found myself being online less and less and getting a lot more involved in my offline hobbies and reading. I have a lot more time to work towards things I want to do.

I can actually think about and plan for the future now, and it's incredibly exciting. I talk to my partner constantly about it. I am very excited about the future.

I can remember so much more of my childhood, things I never thought I would ever remember I now do. That being said, there are still things I don't remember, likely tied to other memory issues, and I've made my peace with that.

While my memory certainly got significantly better in many ways, I've realized I struggle with non-dissociative memory issues as well, and I will live with those issues for the rest of my life; it's just how my brain developed, and that's okay.

Speaking of memory, I can remember things freely that before were limited to the memory banks of my individual parts. I no longer have to worry about what parts hold which memories and go about tracking them down; I as a whole either remember something or I don't, and of my memories, I can remember any of them whenever I want.

I feel a sense of ownership over my life, over my memories and my sense of self and my body. I can look at it all and very confidently say "that's me", and I feel and know it to be 100% true. A long way away from not being able to recognize myself in the mirror.

I can't dissociatively "take a break" from life the way I used to (ie switching out and letting another part handle it), and while it took a long adjustment period to get used to this, I'm okay with that; I have other ways to take breaks while still being present, I can listen to music or watch videos. If I really just need to be unconscious, I take a nap.

I had to come to terms with the fact I couldn't push myself past my limits anymore in the way that I used to, and that this is in fact an expression of self-care for me. I used to be able to push far past what I should have been able to, especially with regards to physical pain, and to some extent I can still do this under specific circumstances, but it is no longer something that I will do in my day-to-day life living with disability and chronic pain.

Actually existing in my body now, I have come to realize just how much chronic pain I have been in. It's made me a lot more alert to my needs and how to care for myself, what makes it better and what makes it worse.

When people say "there's always a chance you'll split again", it doesn't scare me; it comforts me to know my brain would still know how to cope if such an extreme situation occured that I needed to split again. I've worked through dissociative barriers, I could do it again. I know what lies at the end of that path is love.

No part of me has ever gone away. Even fully fused, we are all still here. I can even still communicate with myself as parts if I choose to. I still have parts, they just look different now. There are no barriers between us.

My parts held a lot of different aspects of my identity to them, aspects I'm still to this day sorting out. I've had a lot of realizations about who I am as a person post-final fusion, especially with regards to gender and disability. A lot of things about myself were formerly very heavily fragmented and dissociated which no longer are, and I'm still making sense of them.

I no longer experience flashbacks and nightmares. This is a major thing for me I sometimes still am in disbelief about, my nightmares used to be so severe that I would refuse to sleep because of them, and my flashbacks were horrible and caused very intense physical sensations. I no longer have them, and that's incredible.

Life is so much more vivid and colorful than I ever realized. I never realized how dull everything felt and looked before final fusion. It feels like a complete perspective shift that is hard to grasp in words.

I can feel my body so much more now physically than I ever could before. I feel each of my limbs, I feel changes in temperature, I feel my own breath, I feel different textures and sensations, everything I hear and see and feel and taste has so much more depth to it now.

I have emotions! A whole lot of them, and I can feel all of them. I can feel emotions that might be percieved as "contradictory" at the same time, I can feel emotions over little things and big things and just about anything at all. I'm no longer limited to feeling my emotions in parts, and it's incredibly freeing.

On that note, I have so much more emotional capacity now for feeling all of the love I have for myself and others. It's wonderful. I can't shut up about it.

Writing a song from a story, "You in the Starry Sky", about a young woman and her best friend

[eng by me]

The Southlands is burned to the ground, and we’re rising from the ashes with skeleton skulls.

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That there is a man who definitely, absolutely, totally, for sure 100% has the server’s best interests at heart 💀💀💀

The Hermitcraft tarot card deck I did a few months ago! I am really proud of these so I’ve decided these are gonna be the first ones to make it into tumblr :D

Happy #nationalcomicbookday with our representative comic fans Mackenzie and Vanessa in their favorite styles! Do you prefer Western or manga style comics? ❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/BoKT5KFFSjH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=thbge3qeue6i

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

tundras are soooo pretty aand beautiful to look at smears of best ever colors on flat and muted greens and yellows.... hard agree with los campesinos like yes take a body to tundra for real......

Spark

Hello and welcome to Phoebe Tries to Write Again Challenge, in which I, Phoebe, try to cure my year-long writer's block by the end of the month.

Today's prompt comes from the incredible @lqtraintracks. Thank you so much for sending this in; I will freely admit to giggling and kicking my feet when I saw one from you.

I'm saving the rest of the prompts in your ask for a rainy day, as per your suggestion, but for this drabble I will go with: spark. I hope you enjoy, and thanks so much again.

CW: smoking, cigarettes. Big hugs to @basicallyahedgehog for looking this over and generally being the best ever.

"Got a light?" Draco asked with a small grin, as though telling a joke with a punchline only Harry could know. He spoke softly like they were in a crowded room instead of standing in an empty alley outside a Muggle club. His long, delicate fingers reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a box of Camels.

Harry took a long look at him, slow and savoring, while he enjoyed a drag of his own cigarette, now nearly finished. "These’ll kill you, y’know?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. “What's it to you?"

Harry shrugged, exhaling smoke through his nose. "Just warning you of the risks, Malfoy. These are a health hazard."

"So are you, but that's never stopped me, has it?" Draco took a step forward, eyes gleaming. He reached toward Harry, and for a moment it seemed like he might pull him forward, but instead, he took the lighter right from Harry's front pocket.

"And why's that?" Harry asked as he watched Draco light up with practiced ease. "Why not run while you can?"

Draco smirked, and Harry had the odd feeling he'd fallen into some sort of trap. Draco moved close to Harry once more, tucking the lighter back into his pocket.

"Because you might be the death of me," Draco whispered, "but that's a risk I'm more than willing to take."

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I finished inking kakashi he will be done in time for Rose city comic con!