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princessblogonoke:

Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. 
I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack.
40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

lettherebedoodles:

(( With the recent comic con, I was assigned to come up with a concept for our stilt-walking character at Evermore Park. So here’s Lady Evermore.

Back story: Lady Evermore was given a gift, an elegant dress. However when she put the gown on, the fabric came alive. She is now fighting against the demonic presence threatening to consume her.

I have some more concept art that I’ll be posting for her later, but here’s one of the ideas. :) ))

We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.

"I don’t want my ears pierced."

"I don’t want any earrings."

The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.

She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”

Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’

We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.

Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’

Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.

Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.

No means no, yeah, right.

Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”

from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.

This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.

For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.

When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.

(via k-pagination)

shitstain-of-heart:

loosifcr:

heavensknightofhell:

lilacballad:

# I JUST WANT TO IMAGINE THE STORY BEHIND THE NECESSITY OF THESE CUPS FOR A MINUTE
kuwata-kun same

it’s actually way too common where painters almost drink their paint water

Or actually full out drink it

Or rinse the brush in your drink
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shitstain-of-heart:

loosifcr:

heavensknightofhell:

lilacballad:

# I JUST WANT TO IMAGINE THE STORY BEHIND THE NECESSITY OF THESE CUPS FOR A MINUTE

kuwata-kun same

it’s actually way too common where painters almost drink their paint water

Or actually full out drink it

Or rinse the brush in your drink

(Source: princusbeau)

tallestsilver:

tinylilremus:

No but can you just imagine Mrs Weasley getting to the magical afterlife one day and the first thing she sees is a girl with red hair sprinting towards her.

For a fleeting moment she thinks it’s Ginny, but as the girl comes closer she recognises the kind smile and the emerald eyes that are shining with tears. It’s Lily Potter.

Lily pulls Mrs Weasley into a tight hug and can only whisper three words before dissolving into tears.

"Thank you, Molly."

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