Please spread this bc they already face enough hate as it is
Adventures in character design, today’s subject is Porcella. She’s an old character I revamped for Skew’s story.
More on her later. =)
I have bipolar mood disorder and I get worried that I’m too reliant on my medication especially if the dosage goes up
Then I realized
NEUROTYPICAL PEOPLE ARE JUST AS RELIANT on the neurochemicals in my medication, it’s just that their bodies produce it and mine doesn’t, it’s not that I’m a bad person and idk this realization seems to have really helped me understand and not feel so bad about it?
Exactly!
#if you can’t make your own neurotransmitters storebought is fine
npr:
The story behind The Laundress.
This is so good. -Emily
I find that hard to reconcile with how 18th century dresses had boobs practically hanging out of them. Maybe the chest wasn’t as sexualized as the ankles were back then…
I have a dim memory from back in high school… I think someone once told me that breasts were no big deal back in corsetry-and-necklines-down-to-there days, they were considered a food source for children and that’s it.
But ANKLES. Oh, GOD. ANKLES. The ANKLE was connected to the LEG, which connected to THIGHS, which hid a woman’s SECRET FLOWER. The ankle was the gateway to the secret flower, so it was considered quite a stirring sight!
THIS TUMBLR POST IS FOR MEN ONLY. FEMALES ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE THESE PRODUCTS OR EAT MAN SOUP.
anyone else wanna vomit at the thought of wine that comes in a can?
Marketing has gotten a little weird in the head
By which I mean “jesus what the fuck”(Don’t think this has anything to do with masculinity. This is just marketers being bananas.)
the wine in the can goes beyond marketing. It actually effects the taste of the wine for the worse. Like, you can taste the difference when it’s just soda in a can vs in a glass bottle. Now imagine that but with a drink that’s even more delicate in terms of taste.
a moment of silence for the guy in my lit class who responded to my professor saying “trigger warning” by shouting “TRIGGERED! I’M TRIGGERED!” and then said it 2 more times after nobody acknowledged him, each time a little quieter. he walked out of the class okay but there’s no telling what a self-own like that does to a man’s spirit
