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No End In Sight, Looking For Our North Star - Houseless/Homeless Family Donation Post.
Tldr: A queer, disabled, neurodivergent family is on the streets, plans fell though and we need money (time is money) to breath and come up with a new plan.
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Love that they put “a sense of impending doom” as one of the symptoms of a heart attack, like girl, that’s just how it is to be alive these days, you’re gonna have to be more specific
This made me chuckle but after scrolling away I felt the need to come back to it.
Because as someone who has felt this I can not stress how different it actually is from anxiety. Which is saying a lot because I have a massive anxiety disorder.
I’ve only felt this twice in my life - once when I was going into kidney failure due to an infection and again when my body was going into shock due to dehydration and malnourishment due to GI issues - and I can not stress how much it saved my life. It’s hard to even put it into words. It’s not like a panic attack, or anxiety. It is a horrific gut turning feeling of absolute dread.
Especially if you have anxiety you’ll know the difference honestly. It’s so much worse. It’s every cell in your body and your brain screaming that there’s something horribly wrong in a way you’ve never felt. It’s your brain screaming out that you are going to die in a way no panic attack has ever done before.
I can not stress how important it is to get yourself to the ER if you feel this way. Especially if your having other physical symptoms.
This is amazing and incredibly helpful, oh my god. Thank you.
Seconding the above : I was going into shock from internal bleeding, and that sense of “something is gravely wrong” was entirely different from my day-to-day whirlwind of anxiety.
For me, it was very quiet. For me, there was a deep sense that I could just lie down on the floor and not have to ever get up again, no effort required.
That combined wrongness/relief was so weird and so unsettling that I drove myself to the ER.
The “impending” part is really key to that symptom, I think, based on my experience. It’s not the existential dread of late-stage capitalism grinding the world into nurdles. It’s a ghost crow on your shoulder whispering “it’s here, it’s now.”
Impending doom is also a feature of anaphylaxis, something I’m intimately familiar with as someone with mast cell dysfunction.
For me, its the overwhelming, near calm certainty of doom that distinguishes it from the jittery panic of “but something could go wrong.”
There’s no “what if?” There’s no room to question it. It just IS. And it’s very different from the “calm” of disassociation too. I’m not disassociated from myself when it happens. I’m probably actually the most present ever.
I’ve turned to doctors and told them calmly and with utter certainty “I am going to die” and the reaction that calm certainty gets is immediate intervention because doctors also recognize that stillness as the body not bothering to waste any time on fight or flight and just going straight to “death is imminent due to some internal failing, act accordingly.”
We don’t talk enough about the two identical old women who just hang around Azula saying ominous shit in unison. What’s their deal. Is there a comic about them. Are they paid for their services
weirdest part about being an artist (and, to an extent, a writer too) is feeling like. shameful that you aren’t creating massive pieces of art. how dare i not line and color and shade every drawing. how dare i only draw two poses. how dare i only write 1k words. how dare i not write an entire book. how dare i
(looking at the near 1k pieces of art in my folder and the thousands of words in my notes) you know i just don’t think i do enough actually
If you’re an artist and are having trouble building followers, especially if you’re new on tumblr or back after leaving, reblog this with some of your art. It will be visible to everyone checking the notes. Everyone keep checking the notes and follow whoever puts their cool art in them. People keep telling me I’m Tumblr famous so maybe this helps!
Hey, I’m Dove! I draw fanart for multiple fandoms and also art of my OCs.
weirdest part about being an artist (and, to an extent, a writer too) is feeling like. shameful that you aren’t creating massive pieces of art. how dare i not line and color and shade every drawing. how dare i only draw two poses. how dare i only write 1k words. how dare i not write an entire book. how dare i
(looking at the near 1k pieces of art in my folder and the thousands of words in my notes) you know i just don’t think i do enough actually
If you’re an artist and are having trouble building followers, especially if you’re new on tumblr or back after leaving, reblog this with some of your art. It will be visible to everyone checking the notes. Everyone keep checking the notes and follow whoever puts their cool art in them. People keep telling me I’m Tumblr famous so maybe this helps!
Hey, I’m Dove! I draw fanart for multiple fandoms and also art of my OCs.
[ID: Two digital illustrations of Victor Frankenstein, depicted as a trim white man with dark hair pulled back, round glasses, a white dress shirt, purple vest, black cloth surgical apron, and elbow-length black gloves. In the first illustration, Victor is shown from the torso up, one wrist loose in front of him as he rolls his eyes and says, “I don’t know why everyone says it’s so hard to make friends in college.” The second illustration zooms out to show the Creature lying on an operating table behind Victor. The Creature is depicted with deathly white skin, long, unkempt black hair, and visible stitches on his neck and shoulders. Victor grins smugly, eyes closed, one hand to his chest, and says, “I literally just made one.” Chains in the background hold up the operating table. Both illustrations are cast in a green-blue light. End ID.]
weirdest part about being an artist (and, to an extent, a writer too) is feeling like. shameful that you aren’t creating massive pieces of art. how dare i not line and color and shade every drawing. how dare i only draw two poses. how dare i only write 1k words. how dare i not write an entire book. how dare i
(looking at the near 1k pieces of art in my folder and the thousands of words in my notes) you know i just don’t think i do enough actually
Wait I realized this Twitter rate limiting thing happened literally the same day as the Reddit 3rd party app shut downs. Wonder how many of those users have come here today to this Luigi Wins By Doing Nothing Ass website
also greg is the most bisexual-coded cartoon dad ever
so greg you’re telling me your conservative family doesnt approve of your musical awakening coming from a naked gay icon in gnc/drag makeup and they want to send you to the military but you ran away and changed your name and ended up with a musical aesthetic best described as indie glam rock dad with a non-binary space alien gf instead? das crazy, tell me more about how straight you are
Ppl dying their hair and wearing ‘punk’ clothes & having social cause pins but being visibly repulsed by homeless, broke &/or disabled people is embarrassinggg. I’m already goin outta my way to show ppl im not gonna sacrifice their dog to the devil. You are making this harder for me
Hauling my disabled ass up when someone asks for a seat on the train because one of the alt queers gotta. People take note of who helps them and who pretends they don’t exist. Dressing like someone cool doesn’t automatically make you cool, you gotta do the actions! What’s the BLM pin on your bag mean if you treat an old black woman asking for help like she’s an annoyance that will disappear if you ignore.
Obviously queer punk lookin kids are not the main group treating others like shit; I’m addressing them here because they are, theoretically, my peers. If you want a punk appearance to mean anything these days you gotta back it with action, being nice to people who are societally treated like shit will make you stand out more than clothes ever will
XEHANORT SLANDER IS UNREAL. Be real, if Kingdom Hearts was as mainstream as Mulan, you’d all be on the Xehanort train.
The funny thing is, it looks like the vast majority of people in the notes saying to vote for Grandmother Fa are, in fact, Kingdom Hearts fans
I mean, Xehanort IS a major douche bag who caused our guys and gals Sora, Riku, Kairi, Donald, Goofy, King Mickey, Axel, Roxas, and Xion so much pain and shit. While Grandma Fe is an extremely lovable, mega slay, take no shit from anybody, badass Asian grandma. But like OBJECTIVELY, Xehanort eats her alive.
YOU FOOL!
Grandma Fe has a lucky cricket, which is shown in movie to make those who have it avoid harm and death inculding her! By prue sheer luck she’d scrape up a win
Woke up, checked my inbox, noticed I had someone bitching about me for “fearmongering” about covid and I’m just like
Sorry for being disabled and livid that everyone else was a big fucking coward who caved to the horseshit.
“Oh, Ren, you don’t know what the Social Pressure is like–” Why do you think that? Why do you assume I don’t? Do you want a full list of how many people I’ve cut off for telling me that I’m being unreasonable, that my mask makes them stressed out, that I’m “too hard” to plan hangouts with because I require safety measures?
I’m under the exact same fucking social pressure to go back to normal as everyone else. I just have a fucking spine about it.
“But if I wear my mask, a mean person might–”
I’m openly transgender in Florida. You think anti-maskers are any fucking scarier than that?
Death before detransition, death before I become the type of pathetic coward who won’t even wear a fucking mask.
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