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I Really Need Your Help...

I have an announcement that is….honestly difficult to talk about. You never really want to bring up things like this, especially when you are the kind of person to never ask your friends to pay for you for lunch or buy you something because you’re poor. I do commissions yeah, and wanted to raise money for my family to fix the roof, so I’m sure you’re all already tired of hearing from me, but this time, this is bigger than before. If you aren’t interested in hearing what I have to say, go on and scroll down and ignore me, but if you are interested, please continue reading. 

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Yeah, this squirrel really doesn’t like nuts.

*this is especially important: these days on Tumblr there’s a wonderful atmosphere of being able to talk openly about your mental illness or your struggle. And that’s great! But there’s a difference between sharing in order to help yourself and other people and sharing just because you have no other coping mechanisms. As much as you’re able, try to work on developing a different outlet. People aren’t qualified to be your therapist because they’re nice to you a couple of times. Please remember that they have lives too, and their job is not to make you feel better or pity you, no matter how difficult your life is. 

And last but not least: 

But… 

I really don’t have a way to better this. 

Your interests are your own. I can’t advise anyone to change their interests to fit in with a certain group of people - that’s stupid, and actually quite damaging to your sense of self. 

Instead, I would recommend that, maybe if you feel like your topics of conversation are falling flat with this group of people, you move on to other, greener pastures. There are bound to be places where your ideas mesh better with an audience. 

And of course - try to be considerate about what you say and how you say it. 

Sometimes, what might seem like a harmless comment to you might be a very discomforting thought to another person. I recently had a conversation on a forum with a guy who was telling me that his headcanon was that Pearl (from SU) would soon get a male love interest who loved mechanics and weapons next, and that would be her best arc, because she would finally get a ‘healthy’ love interest. 

His intentions were good, but he was entirely unaware of how cringey this kind of thing was to a bunch of (probably queer) people, who have spent their entire lives being told that the only ‘good’ character development for them would be to get a ‘male love interest’. No one wanted to be the jerk to say “fuck off, we don’t want that to happen” but everyone was answering him in a flat way, trying to discourage the discussion further. Instead of picking up on the hint, he bulldozed on, thinking he was having a ‘lively conversation’ which was, in fact, in its late stages of death. 

I know I’ll probably get a few messages to this saying: What about people on the Autistic Spectrum? Sometimes, people can’t pick up social cues or ‘hints’. And if that’s the case, it’s incredibly difficult to understand why you’re not having any luck communicating despite your best efforts. 

I feel that on a person level, please believe me. I made this infograph for THAT VERY REASON. Because I WAS that awkward kid who didn’t pick up on hints well. In fact, I still have trouble talking to people. If any of you have had the misfortune of being my conversational partner, you’ll know that I tend to be overly blunt and come off as very unfriendly. It’s something that I, myself, am working on currently in order to grow into a better person. It’s a struggle in progress, but I am aiming towards the progress side, and I just wanted to help out others while I was at it. 

List of myths about Papyrus

This is not all myths, but the most popular. I do not want to say obvious things on bad english, so I will be as brief as possible. Fanon: Doesn’t understand sarcasm and doesn’t know how to use it. Canon: 

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breaking away from sleeping at 1am's harder than I thought. even when I go to bed at 10pm, I end up still awake for the next two hours.

my brain just keeps thinking of ideas to write and explore and I want to write but I'm too tired to write so it's just me tossing and turning and thinking of ideas 8D

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So interesting stuff happened over the weekend. I found out that Aaron Carter had been using my Cosmic Lion art on his website, as tour promotional content and possibly other merch through a post which said that he had rendered said artwork. He got called out and then he said then he infact purchased this artwork. Then he went on to say his assistant did, and then said its trash and that it deserves to go in the trash. Regardless, I never sold him any of my work. Neither him or his team ever asked permission for any of my work, nor did they give any credit. These celebrities think that they can rip off artwork that artists spend time and energy creating and not face any consequences. Hes still using this artwork on his website and tour promotional content despite the backlash on twitter and instagram. Tumblr family, help me get this out to as big an audience as possible! 

guess the next step is to talk about what I have in store for the future! the answer is

absolutely nothing.

for the moment, at least. I'm working on the outline for a King of the Squirrels and Author friendship story, the plot of which got referred to in A Small, Pleasant Thing. I'm not sure how long this one will take...maybe a couple of weeks? might be chaptered, might be a oneshot, it's too soon to tell.

even if my fics don't shoot up in kudos or reviews, I think that's still okay. if anything, it's an exercise in keeping to deadlines and properly planning my stories for once heheh

that's all I've got for now! ciao.

Keep bumping into me and standing too close because I refuse to crowd the person ordering at Starbucks? Enjoy my farts.

So, the title really says it all. Here I am trying to be polite to the person ahead of me who is ordering at Starbucks when I feel that ominous “someone is way to close” twinge. I look over my shoulder and this woman is almost literally pelvis to butt cheeks and glaring at me like I’m personally preventing the life-saving coffee from being express-injected into her otherwise mind-numbing existence.

When I look away, I feel it. You know what I’m about to say… you know she “accidentally” bumped into me just enough to get me to step forward, and then the twinge comes back. This woman, after her little victory, is smugly trying to use personal space to get that microsecond of saved time so she can have her coffee.

I stand firm. I Ignore the inevitable second bump.

Now you may be asking, how far was he from the register? Ten feet? Twenty? No, my lurking friends, I was probably two standard average human paces from the guy ordering at the register. I always do this. If I get peeved at some jackass standing over my shoulder as I try to order, I’m certainly not doing it to someone else. Even if he is ordering every conceivable add-on to a Frappuccino his adolescent girlfriend sent him to get.

But not Miss Needs-a-Fix… oh no! She must be CLOSER! When her second bump failed to get results she tries huffing repeatedly. When her obvious frustration at my inability to acquiesce doesn’t work she begins to pretend to search the cold case hoping that’ll get me to move. Look lady, we ain’t stupid… you’re not interested in some cold chicken wrap, and I’m not moving.

Then the third bump hits, but I saw it coming. I am not ashamed of my genetic disposition to being a gassier human then your normal butt-trumpeter, but I try to not let fly in public queues. I made an exception and released my tenuous grip on a gut-gurgler I felt coming on at the start of this line-jockeying ordeal.

She bumps and I farts. I even let out a decidedly dramatic “Oh! Excuse me!” with as much feigned sincerity as possible…

You better believe my personal space was no longer invaded.

Relish that one, lady. I brewed it just for you.

TL;DR: impatient coffee queen wants me to move forward, bumps me intentionally three times, and gets a dose of “surprise” fart for her rudeness.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge