art inspired by the fic 'devil on my shoulder' on ao3
If you advocate for mental health awareness, but joke about things like intrusive thoughts and schizophrenia, think it’s disgusting and lazy when people who are depressed can’t do things like showering or cleaning their room, use terms like “narcissistic abuse”, and believe that having ASPD, BPD, or NPD makes someone a bad person, you are not a mental health advocate. You don’t actually care about helping people or de-stigmatizing mental illness, you just want to make yourself feel like you do. You can’t pick and choose what disorders and symptoms are acceptable, and which ones make someone a bad person. Either you support everyone, or you support no one.
and if you’re neurodivergent/mentally ill and you do any of those things, you are part of the problem. there’s no such thing as “good/moral” disorders, or “bad/immoral” disorders. We all need to have each other’s backs.
Mike: As a queer elder-
Nadia: You're 27
Mike: Yeah? Do you know any older gays? No. You can thank Reagan for that.
Jeremy: Our neighbour, Clara.
Nadia: My uncle Jonesy and his commonlaw husband.
Jeremy: Kiki from the book club.
Nadia: Not to mention Freddy Fazbear.
THE A IN LGBTQIA+ IS FOR THE ACES, AROS, AND AGENDRS, IT WILL NEVER BE FOR ALLY
I guess this is what would happen if a werewolf bit a skeleton.
Probably what bothers me the most in media is how being 'just friends' is seen as something bad, something nobody wants. The classic downtrodden expression of 'we're just friends,' like it's a failure. Why is friendship seen as a step, not a final goal? Why can't we see deep friendships between people on TV and not have it portrayed as 'not enough'? There are so many types of love, man, and every single one of those is enough.
Edit: Since this is getting a lot of attention, I just want to clarify I'm annoyed at how, traditionally, romantic relationships are seen as the 'final step' and friendships/platonic relationships are seen as the lesser option. Friendship is never the lesser option.
My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.
“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:
“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.
“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.
“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.
“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”
“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.
(plaintext because idk if gradient text will show up for everyone: aro men. you agree. reblog)
omnisexual transmasc enby and questioning demiromantic they/hecall me moss if ya want I post art sometimes but am mostly just here to look at my scrukles :]
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