This is what I have so far, tho feel free to give me some feedback since I'm not exactly the best at writing...
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I used to hate working on Saturdays; the weekend was supposed to be for relaxing, not work. However, since I worked at a Walmart of all places, that didn't really matter. If I was lucky I got to work in the back or restocking shelves. I'm not very lucky on Saturdays.
Dealing with Karen's entitled attitude because something isnt on clearance, someone trying to purposely try to misgender me, and being called a slur is super tiring if I'm being honest. it's not something I'm exactly built for, but I need the money.
If I'm being honest though, one of the few good things that happens on a Saturday shift is the skeleton monster that started to show up. I always forget to ask for their name though.
Like clockwork they come in around 12:30am and go to fill a cart with mostly ketchup, spaghetti pasta, and hotdogs. Then They would come to the register I'm at specifically, before proceeding to pay with literal gold, make a skeleton pun, and disappear somehow.
Sometimes our interactions are longer, and sometimes they are shorter. Either way, It always makes me cheer up whenever I see them. We both have a broken sense of humor so that could be why. Or it could be something else, I don't really know. I do know that I don't hate having to work on Saturdays that much anymore. It's kinda nice.
Hypothetically, if I wrote a queer-platonic sans x reader, And said reader was also
- gender queer
- a person of color (Latino specifically)
- and neurodivergent
Would anyone read it?
I'd make it regardless, cuz I just want some representation
But would anyone read it??
Bro college classes are kicking my ass rn I'm suffering lol
I should have given up aaaaaaa
The next thing im going the talk about is a real shame...
I lost photos, apps, drawings, the VotF script, notes, and more. I tried my best to save what i could, but in the end i wasn't able to save much besides my contacts...
A Lot of the stuff i lost was important and now there's no way of getting any of it back. I've been feeling really down and unmotivated because of this. And as the cherry on top of this mess, i haven't been able to draw at ALL. All of this is making me stressed so i decided it would be best if i dropped one of my projects for a bit. after a bit of thinking, I've decided to put the comic 'Valor of the Fallen' on an indefinite hiatus. I'll still post from time to time, but i wont be doing anything on VotF for a while.
Mulan looks like rock lee
so after three years of really smart commenters on Reddit and random Yahoo articles complaining about the princesses’ eyes being closed, I decided to take the advice to heart and update the series!
I’ll start rolling out the finished pieces over the next couple of weeks, but I think it’s clearly for the best.
Ok, this is going to be my last post for a while.
In this post ill be explaining why i decided to drop VotF for a bit. Though im going to keep it short this time.
The main reasons are
I lost the script
I lost all the comic pages i finished
I lost the WiP pages
I lost the logo i was going to use
I lost the designs i had for the characters
I lost VotF's world map
And more
At first i thought i could catch up to where i was at so far
I started writing the script and drew the VotF world map before i realised that i was in over my head and that i was severely stressed and unmotivated. I couldn't continue anymore, because if i did, the script, the drawings, and the pacing would be terrible and half-assed. I want to make this comic but i have to let it sit for a while so i don't just make it out of spite and frustration. I want to make this comic with no negative feelings clogging up my imagination and art. I hope you all can forgive my decision.
Bye-bye
i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like
AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE
you are not a lover you are not a yearner you have a big gaping hole in the middle of your chest and you don’t know how to fill it you live in a state of perpetual spiritual greed you are a glutton and bursting at the seams with putrid filth. btw.
This is beautiful
Source
Video of Tama
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Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.
The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.
Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.
A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"
I don't post too often, but when I do, it's mostly reblogs, lol. Currently in College/Uni!! (he/they)
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