Hi! You can call me Raven, Ray, Coffin, or Grimm. I’m collecting names. My pronouns are they/it, I’m a Queer adult, and my blog is 18+. I’m in the USA, and am Puerto Rican.
I prefer masculine titles and honorifics over gender neutral and feminine ones. The only neutral title I’m comfortable with is “Myr”.
If you don’t agree with my politics, block me.
DNI if you are an eating disorder vent/pro-ana blog.
Otherwise, I post mostly haha funny’s and internet odds, as well as edgy aesthetics/fashion, a lot of art, mental health, an absurd amount of cats, and sometimes fandoms. The common ones are Critical Role, Bloodborne, Dragon Age, and D&D, with some scattered things from mostly video games, horror, DC, content creators (not mcyt), and anime.
Also, I have a whole tag for vampire-related posts, #what music they make.
I tag vent posts #vent, blacklist at will.
I post about drinking alcohol and doing legal drugs untagged.
I delete hateful anons!
Welcome to my blog! 🍻
I fully believe that being on tumblr as a teenager, and surrounding myself with other tumblr teenagers, destroyed my ability to consume things with problematic elements, people, or histories. Like, it’s genuinely a struggle bc no thing, person, or interest can be wholly unproblematic, that’s nigh impossible. It’s a horrible standard that I hold myself up to as well, and it creates a rly complex and bad well of guilt and (metaphorical, usually) self-flaggelation. I’m constantly discovering things that ppl I consume did that are objectively not the worst things that could be in their history, but still not awesome, and am immediately overcome with the compulsion to hate them, or never consume them again. Media that has problems or intricate morality that I fail to be able to enjoy bc of this gut reaction. My own life under a constant self-scrutiny and desire to fizzle away in order to no longer feel guilt. People I know personally irl, even. And then the desire to disappear and cease feeling bc of the guilt and self-imposed sense of “justice” turns into a halfway compartmentalization, where a veil of apathy covers an obsessive need to constantly remind myself of the problematic elements, to deep dive into every little thing, to tire myself out looking into controversies, while feeling empty to cover the guilt.