that is a real name

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

sorry to put your tags on blast on this insane breach containment post I have since muted, but you're right and you should say it.

It is defeatable. Go for the throat.

i made Vanessa Stockard's cat Kevin in spore [2008]. please look at her paintings of this thing

badly!

here's a gif of Spore Kevin doing the only dance that looks decent for him, and a gif of him shaking vigorously, just for fun. It was made from his walk cycle.

young Nerdanel <3

a world without trans people has never existed and never will

prints

struggling to find time to finish this 😩 its almost done i promise

Commsioned the VERY talented @yuzepi for this Alice Dyer TMAGP Fanart!!! AND OH MY GOSH ITS SO GORGEOUS!!!! I highly recommend everyone to take a second and just stare at it, 13/10 experience

Time for the nexts DTIYS!

Just like last time there are no rules, deadlines, or winners. You're also welcome to get creative with it; some people like to draw it exactly as it is, some like to experiment with different elements, and some even make it completely their own! The point is that we're all doing a little art project together <3

Just post and tag me!

you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

driving in the city is all about using your maximum amount of brain power to avoid a vehicular manslaughter charge while seemingly everyone else around you has made it their holy mission to get hit by your car

walking in the city requires you to develop extrasensory perception and prey-like reaction speeds to avoid shattering every bone in your body while every driver is trying to mario kart spin boost off your sternum in order to get to the next red light 0.2 seconds faster

tv show season finales: a nice wrap-up of the plot, generally happy ending!

podcast season finales: holy shit they fucking lost their limbs again

it is so embarrassing to be losing my mind over a tv show and all of the stills look like this

and it WILL be the most thrilling piece of television you have ever watched

my gf said something sooo insane about helly the other day and i cannot stop thinking about it. she was like. helena and helly’s relationship is almost maternal. the way helena created helly as an extension of herself, to serve her interests, to try and impress her own family. she scolds helly, talks down to her like a child. “i understand you’re unhappy with the life you’ve been given” “i am a person, you are not”. the way she envies and resents helly’s freedom. the way she feels entitled to helly’s life and is now living vicariously through her in the most literal sense. what if you created life and now they’re experiencing the things you’ve always wanted for yourself. what if you created life and they were flawed and loud and demanding and they were loved more than you’ve ever been. and you hated them for it. the mother/daughterisms are insane my girlfriend is insane

if YOU'RE having sex at work, and I'M having sex at work, WHO IS REFINING THE MACRODATA?

Day 3/100 // print

happy severance day! here's some studies I've done while waiting for the new episode

coping by drawing them being fun and awesome and normal and silly

Hello? New Outfit?!?

Love how when Solas is no longer undercover- man just drops all pretenses and starts whipping out a wardrobe full of fancy armor🤌