self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for
in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay
Y’all, I’m over here DYING cuz Google suggested me this article about the crisis of backyard chicken keepers– which is that they love having chickens so much that they keep getting more, and then don’t know what to do with all the eggs.
Which I can see how this would be a problem, but it’s just so funny to me because they had interviewed this one guy who started off with 3 chickens, and then kept adding more and more, and eventually started donating the eggs to a local food bank, and at the end of the year when they wrote him a tax receipt, he discovered he’d donated over 400 dozen eggs.
Seriously, it was a whole article talking very seriously about how people are so into chickens that they just keep collecting them like pokemon and then have to “scramble” (their words not mine) to get rid of the eggs, because they weren’t even thinking of egg production, they just loved having chickens.
And while I may be over here laughing a bit too hard, honestly? Big Mood.
“but without the profit motive people won’t work”
Dinosaur Anti-Capitalism
Average Single Dad experience 🧘🏻
I FINISHED IT FCK ME-
when i was first conceptualizing the heartless as a closeted aro teen, there was something so visceral about the idea of having one's aromanticism marked by the absence of a heartbeat.
it speaks to a sense of not only dehumanization but also self-imposed isolation; because if people getting close to you is enough for them to find out what you Really Are, you're compelled to keep everyone at arm's length. you don't want anyone to come near you for fear that they'll be able to sense it, whatever this "thing" is that's wrong or broken or even evil inside of you. that they'll reject you or even fear you when they learn the truth.
this is what made the ethos of the heartless so radical to me then: the idea that no, you are not damaged goods, there is nothing evil inside you, and—most importantly—no, the average person cannot "tell." yes, you are different, and you will be unfairly judged. but that is a reflection of other people's values, and not your own worth.
Maybe it’s just because I’m Jewish but I do truly believe that life gets ten times better when you learn to complain cheerfully
I think a part of it is that it lets you acknowledge that something sucks, which is actually really good in a culture that wants us to pretend that everything is fine and we’re soldiering through all the time. Like, no, my grocery bag breaking and spilling all over the floor is not fine. I’ve had a long day and I’m really upset and on the verge of tears because I can’t handle one more thing and pretending like it’s fine only means breaking down later.
But if you let yourself complain, if you let yourself swear terribly and creatively, and you stare down at the bruised vegetables like they’ve personally disappointed you, and you make yourself smile because this is really just so, so stupid, you feel a little better. There’s a power to acknowledging that something sucks and making yourself feel better anyways. There’s a power to going “and THEN my bag broke, and it’s like—seriously? my day was bad enough” and doing it with a smile.
You shouldn’t have to pretend things are fine when they aren’t. You shouldn’t have to force yourself to smile through things that make you feel terrible. But if you can make yourself laugh by staring down at some strawberries that have decided to revolt, and give them a lecture on why they’re just terrible, really, and that makes you smile—then maybe that’s a good thing.
i’ve started replacing “i want to die” with “i feel overwhelmed” in my internal monologue, which is usually more accurate and more productive
ive been working on replacing ‘im so stupid’ with ‘im so silly’ and it has the same effect!
“I can’t do this” -> This will be a challenge for me, it’s normal to feel intimidated
“I hate this” -> This is a tough situation to handle and I’m doing my best
“I hate myself” -> I’m struggling with low self esteem right now, I need to support myself as I would a friend
“I can’t believe I forgot again” -> It’s tough to balance so many things, maybe I need to let go of some of them
“They’re not going to like me” -> I don’t have to perform for anyone, my personality is valid and loveable just as is
The list could go on and on…
Redirecting the “blame” from yourself and recognizing that you are a human suffering through normal, difficult human experiences is important. Support yourself like you’d support any of your close friends if they said these things.
I can’t tell you how delighted I am to see Actual Scripted Examples!
I’ve known I need to modify my self-talk like this for three+ years, and I’ve been trying for that long, but I never know what to replace it with. So the examples are super incredibly helpful, thank you so much. ~<333
*offers you this doodle of happy trans pikachus for pride month* :) 💖💖💖
Finished the lines for Jason Redesign if he never left the league. Based on an mix of JL and the really cool Shinobi Statue of Jason I saw a few months back.
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Netflix put up the entire first episode of Sonic Prime s2 on Youtube
Aromantic Ache
you can try to rationalize away all the aro ache and guilt over rejecting someone or something you do not want, but it will still be there because it's been conditioned into us to be there. we've been told we're not normal– and that's fine, if they are their own idea of normal, id rather not be that– but of course that can't get rid of the instinctual wish to disappear and crawl into a hole whenever they look at you with that fucking face of sorrow, even if you know it's not your fault
aro life is a guilt trip, and amatonormativity is the god damn plane we were shoved into, flying across the ocean with no place to land
it's incredibly hard to get rid of that mentality. wishing you could change yourself only feels more disgusting and apologizing for your own identity only fuels your self hatred
I am comfortable with being hated by others, but never by my own mind. I won't cater anymore to amatonormativity, I'm doing my best to get rid of the guilt.
me: “yeah I dated a guy in high school who came out as gay. it was before i knew i was a boy so needless to say it didn’t work out”
coworker: “damn dude was preordering”
other things this coworker (who is a cis guy) has done/said:
—got confused about why I’d never been a boy scout because he forgot i was trans
—told me he was gonna get top surgery scar tattoos to match me after i get mine
—laughs at all my trans jokes, even if they’re supremely unfunny
—calls me big dog (and him little dog) even though he is about as tall as two of me
— “I can’t believe she would say that transphobic thing to you. In June? Pride month?”
Once I said "My gender is whatever's funniest at the time" and my coworker stops dead in his tracks, turns slowly and says "So are your pronouns honk/honk?" killing me instantly
Dysphoria and Euphoria in Nimona
Honestly I think that Nimona such a raw and simple explanation of dysphoria and euphoria in the movie. It really moved me (both times now haha) when I watched it.
Firstly she talks about the discomfort and how to get rid of it:
But she doesn’t just stop there, she actually talks about the freedom of being herself!
Transness is so often limited to this horrible condition which afflicts you. This idea that you are a sufferer of dysphoria and nothing more. Transition, whatever that means to each person, is only done to treat this condition, alleviate the symptoms, mitigate the pain. The best you can hope for is a life without “itchy insides”.
But the way she talks about the freedom of the “sneeze” is more than just relief of the discomfort. It is a positive experience in it’s own right! Transition is not just some treatment, it is a joy. Pure joy. Euphoric.
To transition or to just be able to BE trans, is to be happier and freer than ever before. To be trans is a gift perhaps.
Then we get into the “option” of repression:
This one hit especially close to home for me. Maybe I could have survived without transition, that thought often caused me doubts in the early days. If I was even worthy of the “treatment” if my “illness” wasn’t severe enough.
Maybe, maybe.
But god it’s made me so very alive.
Our joy isn’t a crime. Our lives are not unworthy of happiness. It is not wrong to want real, beautiful, vibrant, chaotic, messy, unpredictable, stupendous, unashamed, overwhelming LIFE!
There is no obligation to hold ourselves back for the comfort of others. To not only inflict pain on ourselves, but deprive ourselves of joy because perhaps we could survive without the “cure”.
We are not defined by our suffering. It is not our pain that shapes us, It merely attempts to break us. We are defined by who we are in spite of it all, by the joy we us to build ourselves up, brick by beautiful brick.
reposting a favorite reddit moment of mine since god knows if ill ever see it again