Some Older Art I Either Never Posted Anywhere Or Still Think Is Cool Or Both.

All my love goes out towards the unsuspected badasses of the world. All the cowboys with no boots, all the punks with no leather. Dressing the part is only a portion of the identity. It doesn't define it. Your ideologies make you who you are and I fuckin see y'all.

Tourettes are so silly until you're watching me spasm on the bed because the muscles in my right arm are screaming at me for laying down on it. Now I have to stretch. STRETCH! GET UP! STRETCH! APPLY PRESSURE! I DONT CARE IF THE ARM IS SORE BECAUSE WE'VE ALREADY APPLIED PRESSURE! MORE!

And I have a sore arm so I can't rest now.

Or like when I was a kid, and one of my tics was that, whenever I tried to lay down, my body would force itself to sit up and stretch out my torso as much as possible making it really hard to sleep.

Oh. Or when I can't stop rolling my stomach even to the point where I start cramping from it and can't do anything but lay in my mom's lap and whine because it fucking hurts.

Oh yeah! Or when I can't stop rolling my shoulders and they begin to ache but again I can't fuckin stop.

These are some of my more extreme tics, but it... Genuinely baffles me how many people treat Tourettes as a joke because all they see is someone making random noises or movements.

Even on that note, do you think that's okay? To laugh at someone who's already embarrassed about something they can't control? Do you think I like snapping my neck to the side as hard as possible? Or clearing my throat over and over again, or having my entire face start ticking for a minute? I have had multiple people (yes multiple!) tell me, to my face, that they want Tourettes. Why??? So you can say curse words randomly and not get in trouble for it? Did you know only about 10% of people with Tourettes have Coprolalia? Or maybe it's so you can just feel different? Okay. Would you tell someone in a wheelchair you wish you couldn't walk? Because that's pretty shitty.

Anyways. I didn't mean to turn this into a whole rant. My arm just hurts right now, and I'm tired of trying to find some comradery from my community only to be met with some random dude laughing at a girl having a tic attack. Be nice to those who are different from you.

She deserved so much better 😔

I'd follow you anywhere.

Just an FYI. The FDA is not allowed to announce any food recalls due to the health communications pause the current administration enacted. You can still find this information by visiting USDA the site directly.

https://www.fsis.usda.gov/recalls

Here’s the fda link to use to search for recalls, safety alerts, and market withdrawals.

https://www.fda.gov/safety/recalls-market-withdrawals-safety-alerts

So, while you are making your grocery list, you may want to visit the recalls list since there’s no public communication right now.

Hgh same

I need a long dog snoot so I can wear one of these

PLEASE

Real as fuck

Yearning to sit at the edge of a forest and stare at people in the distance with my big glowing eyes.

Dunno if this is a response to op or me, but regardless

Yesyesyes

I am big scary wolf

i'm gonna tear off your arms and eat your organs and-

oh

hold on

yes

pet me

petpetpetpet

auhgjejekjd hehehe

I'm so normal about Chalk Tablet Towers by Gorillaz. I'm so completely normal about how if you switch the perspective, you can turn it into a story about the original narrator's loved one trying to reassure them in rehab to not give in to self destructive tendencies.

Or if you want it to be even more depressing, the loved one reminiscing on what they should have said to prevent the narrator from dying.

I love the original lyrics and how well the isolation of the song is written. At the same time, I think there's something so painfully beautiful about the idea of the narrator feeling shame and like they have to isolate themself for being in rehab. Then, the loved ones' perspective works as a response to this.

No, the narrator doesn't actually want to hurt themself. They want to come home. If they leave, they aren't just hurting themself. No, the narrator does not need to worry about everyone abandoning them. The loved one still cares for them regardless of their mental state, and they say this in a way where the loved one feels it should be obvious how much they care.

So many times in media and writing, characters struggling are often depicted as all alone and only able to help themselves. While it is true that it is ultimately up to the person struggling to make the choice to save themself, I think the reminder that there are still people there to support them is important. It gives some hope.

I love call and response songs (To Binge and Souk Eye or the English and Spanish versions of Latin Simone for example), and I love the idea that even if two characters aren't communicating face to face, they're still trying to speak to one another, which is what I feel when switching the perspective on Chalk Tablet Towers.

I'll attach the og lyrics with my own response lyrics below here. There really isn't much change, but I feel like the differences in how the narrators feel is important.

My own:

Chalk tablet towers like drawing shadows

Chemical distraction, you are not with me

You departed in the spring to a distant star

But you could not get back, you had gone too far (oh-oh-oh-oh)

You wanna get drunk?

You wanna get stoned?

You wanna give up?

You wanna come ho-o-o-ome.

Watching rockets take off

From the parting sea

How will I ever touch you

If you are not with me? (oh-oh-oh-oh, out here)

There's only silence (out there)

No form of contact (out here)

You am dreaming

Looking into the darkness (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

You say you won't be back 'til the end of summer

Y'know I'll still be here.

I won't give up on you, darling

You know that I care

I don't need no trophies

No cell with a view

There's nothing I wouldn't give

One minute with you, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Original:

Chalk tablet towers like drawing shadows

Chemical distraction, you are not with me

I departed in the spring to a distant star

But I could not get back, I had gone too far (oh-oh-oh-oh)

I wanna get drunk

I wanna get stoned

I wanna give up

I wanna go ho-o-o-ome

Watching rockets take off

From the parting sea

How will I ever touch you

If you are not with me? (oh-oh-oh-oh, out here)

There's only silence (out here)

No form of contact (out here)

I am dreaming

Looking into the darkness (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

I won't be back 'til the end of summer

Will you still be there?

I won't give up on you, darling

Just tell me that you care

I don't need no trophies

No cell with a view

There's nothing I wouldn't give

One minute with you, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

Alright, thanks for coming to my not so eloquently written Ted talk.

Please, spread this for those who might need it right now

U.S. suicide hotline: call or text 988 (available 24 hours)

U.S. trans lifeline: (877) 565-8860 (when you call, you’ll speak to a trans/nonbinary peer operator. full anonymity and confidentiality)

Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) – provides 24/7 confidential support and referrals for individuals and families facing mental health and substance use disorders, including panic attacks and anxiety.

LGBT National Help Center: (888) 843-4564

Trevor Project: Call (866) 488-7386, text START to 678-678, or chat online.

Take care of yourself and each other. Please stay safe ♡

*gripping my hands so hard on a young trans persons shoulders that their bones are about to break*

do not log on to 4chan.com. do not get involved in passing olympics. you will always lose. do not put afab/amab/tma/tme, that is cisgender society trying to know your “real” gender. you do not exist to please cisgender people. there is no ‘right’ way to be trans. learn your goddamn history, listen to your elders. listen to other disenfranchised groups. listen to intersex people and check yourself for intersexism. listen to trans poc and check yourself for racism. listen to disabled people and check yourself for ableism. be open to learning always. labels are meant to fit you, not the other way around. you are not weird or predatory for simply being attracted to others. you’re fine if you’re not a skinny white twink or a barbie doll. you’re fine if your body is ‘weird’. you’re fine if you don’t have heavy or any dysphoria. it’s okay if you actually don’t want to transition or anything like that. life is worth living at any stage, you deserve to be happy. I SWEAR THAT YOU ARE OKAY!!!!!