Brendon "Buck" Mundy

I want to post this as a reminder that this blog and all my others are LGBT+ and disability safe!

They are also run by someone who is disabled and in the LGBT+ community!

Thanks for cheering our little joey up, school is always a big transition for him due to his disability. He sees me and his dad stressed getting all the IEP stuff ready even though we tell him not to worry.

Max sounds wonderful! And wow, an animal photographer? I think that's very fitting for you! You sound like you got a veeery special twinkle in your eyes— the very same twinkle that exists in every creative soul... you know what that means? It means you have the special ability to see the most beautiful features in any subject— even the most mundane things. Not a lot of people have that ability, so be sure to take good care of it, my friend! After all, the first step in becoming a great photographer is being able to find wonder in the world!

...And of course! It's really hard being a kid when you're basically experiencing everything for the first time. I may have never gone to school myself but it seems like a real daunting task... like jumping off a ledge for the very first time.

If my words can make that just a little less scary, then I'll write a whole play, haha! It's the least I could do for such a brave and precious little soul :3

Thank you, sir! I promise to do my best so I can take amazing photos! And Max wants to be an artist so maybe we can make something wonderful together!

Aww buddy don't be scared of school!

I know people can be scary, I won't say everyone's going to be your friend or will be super nice... but! You might just meet someone you'll be friends with forever, and everything's gonna be worth it. Plus, you'll learn all sorts of cool stuff and slowly make up dreams for your adult self to make true. Isn't that cool? I think that's super cool...

I hope your return to school goes nicely, friend! If you cannot be unafraid, then do it scared. I'm sure your parents will be super proud of you regardless :3

Thanks for cheering our little joey up, school is always a big transition for him due to his disability. He sees me and his dad stressed getting all the IEP stuff ready even though we tell him not to worry.

first. a minor with proshippers in their dni made a post pertaining to their dni. despite being in the dni in two ways. one for being proship and the other related to the post. leffee interacted anyway 🙄 talking about your boundaries is not an invitation to be bothered.

while i could not get the comments to appear, i was able to figure out it was leffee. when i unblocked them for a brief moment, the comment chain disappeared. the minor had also seemingly blocked leffee given the disappearence of the chain. it thus was clear that it was leffee. i did not want to ask the minor to unblock leffee only to get a photo of their comments. i do not wish to overstep. confirming that the comments are from leffee by unblocking and seeing the chain disappear is enough for me.

leffee has also interacted with another minor. this minor also has proshippers in their dni. and again. leffee is proship. as seen by their bio on that page.

there is also the post i reblogged from another user. where leffee was revealed to attempt to harass this person on steam. and also shown to be a nuisance to others on steam. i checked and i saw that leffee went on another profile and bothered them. give it up, leffee 🙄 get a hobby that does not involve the annoyance or harassment of other people.

for anyone who was unaware until now. i will include other screenshots i have shared before. so you may understand who we are dealing with. and. under them. i will paste the links to the posts i made of them.

"I like your pets, they're beat beeu bea utifull."

@fraidyfawn

Polite was sitting on the stairs when the child had come along. He was currently attending his to snail, Pepper. As he noticed the child approaching, he looked up and read the note.

“Oh! Why, thank you, my friend! I do try and take good care of them so that they are able to be a pretty.”

He gently pet his snail, before offering it out to the kid.

“Would you like to pet her?”

The little workshop is quiet, except for the hum of a space heater and the slow, melodic playing of a guitar.

Jed looks around the workshop, feeling both comforted and yet on edge – this was his place, but at the same time he knew that he was somewhere else. It was a confusing feeling.

He looked at the small critters that ran about and eventually heard music...

Curious he carefully treaded over towards the sound and peeked behind a tree to see the other playing on his guitar. It was a nice sound...

He glances up briefly, and at first he doesn't see anybody, his vision too poor to pick up anything other than what he already knew was there. Then, he catches sight of movement, and he tenses, pausing his playing just briefly, tilting his head at Buck and leaning forward just slightly in an attempt to better discern who was there.

Then, he relaxes – no threats here – and, recognizing that he's got an audience, resumes playing the ballad. Wouldn't be right to leave an audience hanging, after all, even if it was just one person.

He stood awkwardly beside the tree but it was clear he was enjoying the music as a smile spread across his face and his head very slightly moved side to side as he enjoyed the beat. He was not loud and overly joyful but just silently enjoyed the music and slowly calming down as time passed.

"...Th-Thanks," he mumbles to Buck softly. "For, um...Watchin', I mean. Listenin'. I appreciate it, kid."

As he talks, he strums a few soft chords idly, tipping his head down to stare at the instrument clutched in his arms.

He tried to speak up but the words instantly died in his throat. He seemed disappointed in himself that he couldn't just speak up but he remembers something and rummages in his pants pocket to pull out cards held together by a ring.

He looks at it for a few moments, making out the three words – it takes a bit due to his poor vision, but eventually he lets out a soft, 'oh' of recognition, sitting back and smiling sheepishly.

He thinks something over before getting an idea and stepping a bit closer before turning his back and lifting the plush toy up to his face.

"It was really pretty... sorry I can't speak normally, my brain is weird..."

He fidgets with one of the tuning pegs on his guitar.

"True, sorry if I scared you.. I hope I'm not threatening... or Deery."

"Sorry... I do and it's the man with the Australian accent over at... I think it was called 'Red base' or something like that.. He's my Daddy!"

He chirps a lot saying who his father was, he seems to hold him in high regard.

"I don't get to spend full days often with him due to work. But since it's summer he has me so we can hang out before Mummy takes me back for school."

He breathes shakily for a moment.

After a moment, he spares a subtle smile, letting his hand rest back on the body of his guitar. "...Thanks...Thanks, kid," he says softly.

"I can stay with you for a bit if you'd like, just until my dad calls for me."

He plucks one of the strings on his guitar, fidgeting like he couldn't quite keep his hands still.

"Well... I enjoy nature and animals. I know a lot of facts about different kinds and like to go camping and hiking."

He smiles thinking about it before asking his own question.

The little workshop is quiet, except for the hum of a space heater and the slow, melodic playing of a guitar.

Jed looks around the workshop, feeling both comforted and yet on edge – this was his place, but at the same time he knew that he was somewhere else. It was a confusing feeling.

He looked at the small critters that ran about and eventually heard music...

Curious he carefully treaded over towards the sound and peeked behind a tree to see the other playing on his guitar. It was a nice sound...

He glances up briefly, and at first he doesn't see anybody, his vision too poor to pick up anything other than what he already knew was there. Then, he catches sight of movement, and he tenses, pausing his playing just briefly, tilting his head at Buck and leaning forward just slightly in an attempt to better discern who was there.

Then, he relaxes – no threats here – and, recognizing that he's got an audience, resumes playing the ballad. Wouldn't be right to leave an audience hanging, after all, even if it was just one person.

He stood awkwardly beside the tree but it was clear he was enjoying the music as a smile spread across his face and his head very slightly moved side to side as he enjoyed the beat. He was not loud and overly joyful but just silently enjoyed the music and slowly calming down as time passed.

"...Th-Thanks," he mumbles to Buck softly. "For, um...Watchin', I mean. Listenin'. I appreciate it, kid."

As he talks, he strums a few soft chords idly, tipping his head down to stare at the instrument clutched in his arms.

He tried to speak up but the words instantly died in his throat. He seemed disappointed in himself that he couldn't just speak up but he remembers something and rummages in his pants pocket to pull out cards held together by a ring.

He looks at it for a few moments, making out the three words – it takes a bit due to his poor vision, but eventually he lets out a soft, 'oh' of recognition, sitting back and smiling sheepishly.

He thinks something over before getting an idea and stepping a bit closer before turning his back and lifting the plush toy up to his face.

"It was really pretty... sorry I can't speak normally, my brain is weird..."

He fidgets with one of the tuning pegs on his guitar.

"True, sorry if I scared you.. I hope I'm not threatening... or Deery."

"Sorry... I do and it's the man with the Australian accent over at... I think it was called 'Red base' or something like that.. He's my Daddy!"

He chirps a lot saying who his father was, he seems to hold him in high regard.

"I don't get to spend full days often with him due to work. But since it's summer he has me so we can hang out before Mummy takes me back for school."

He breathes shakily for a moment.

After a moment, he spares a subtle smile, letting his hand rest back on the body of his guitar. "...Thanks...Thanks, kid," he says softly.

"I can stay with you for a bit if you'd like, just until my dad calls for me."

He plucks one of the strings on his guitar, fidgeting like he couldn't quite keep his hands still.

The little workshop is quiet, except for the hum of a space heater and the slow, melodic playing of a guitar.

Jed looks around the workshop, feeling both comforted and yet on edge – this was his place, but at the same time he knew that he was somewhere else. It was a confusing feeling.

He looked at the small critters that ran about and eventually heard music...

Curious he carefully treaded over towards the sound and peeked behind a tree to see the other playing on his guitar. It was a nice sound...

He glances up briefly, and at first he doesn't see anybody, his vision too poor to pick up anything other than what he already knew was there. Then, he catches sight of movement, and he tenses, pausing his playing just briefly, tilting his head at Buck and leaning forward just slightly in an attempt to better discern who was there.

Then, he relaxes – no threats here – and, recognizing that he's got an audience, resumes playing the ballad. Wouldn't be right to leave an audience hanging, after all, even if it was just one person.

He stood awkwardly beside the tree but it was clear he was enjoying the music as a smile spread across his face and his head very slightly moved side to side as he enjoyed the beat. He was not loud and overly joyful but just silently enjoyed the music and slowly calming down as time passed.

"...Th-Thanks," he mumbles to Buck softly. "For, um...Watchin', I mean. Listenin'. I appreciate it, kid."

As he talks, he strums a few soft chords idly, tipping his head down to stare at the instrument clutched in his arms.

He tried to speak up but the words instantly died in his throat. He seemed disappointed in himself that he couldn't just speak up but he remembers something and rummages in his pants pocket to pull out cards held together by a ring.

He looks at it for a few moments, making out the three words – it takes a bit due to his poor vision, but eventually he lets out a soft, 'oh' of recognition, sitting back and smiling sheepishly.

He thinks something over before getting an idea and stepping a bit closer before turning his back and lifting the plush toy up to his face.

"It was really pretty... sorry I can't speak normally, my brain is weird..."

He fidgets with one of the tuning pegs on his guitar.

"True, sorry if I scared you.. I hope I'm not threatening... or Deery."

"Sorry... I do and it's the man with the Australian accent over at... I think it was called 'Red base' or something like that.. He's my Daddy!"

He chirps a lot saying who his father was, he seems to hold him in high regard.

"I don't get to spend full days often with him due to work. But since it's summer he has me so we can hang out before Mummy takes me back for school."

He breathes shakily for a moment.

After a moment, he spares a subtle smile, letting his hand rest back on the body of his guitar. "...Thanks...Thanks, kid," he says softly.

"I can stay with you for a bit if you'd like, just until my dad calls for me."