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I enjoy coming back to this blog once every couple years to flex that I'm still alive and thriving.
And angry!! Never forget Angry!! Let's be friends again!!

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I enjoy coming back to this blog once every couple years to flex that I'm still alive and thriving.
Hiyaaa... Can i get a Tanuki-Raccoon moodboard? (with a star theme) plz :3 (Itz ma first order, i lov ur work)
tanuki/raccoon alterhuman moodboard with themes of stars!!
im glad you like my moodboards ^w^ i enjoy making them and meeting so many cool critters in the process !!
I didnât miss that social cue I just thought it was stupidÂ
Yâever sign into an old social media account for the first time in nearly 10 years because as it turns out youâre only one of many people inhabiting a body and you havenât been the main character for a decade? Hahaaaa me neither bro anyway whatâs up Tumblr

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that is exactly my point of view. if all people were given universal basic income, we could have tens of thousands of boring, tedious, dangerous, and long term harmful jobs done by robots, while humans are free to explore their passions without fear of poverty and homelessness.
in a good society, automation means a boom in the arts. language, painting, music, dance, writing, philosophy, architecture, etc. these are the sectors that advance tremendously during periods of human health and flourishing
Back in the 1960s, we were told that automation and rising productivity would mean shorter work weeks with higher pay. Instead we have multibillionaires, growing poverty, and crumbling infrastructure. The money is all there, itâs just being hoarded.
To be totally real Iâm so glad someone happened to film that cos otherwise no one would have seen and known his glory
just heard the new number is ~9000 arrests of protestors in the US so i think today would be a good day to donate to bail funds if you have not already!!
and if you donât have the financial ability to give money right now, this is a playlist I made with YouTube videos that the ad revenues go to black lives matter foundations. run it without an ad blocker on your browser and donât skip the ads
Sometimes classics can be improved upon.
The Tree Who Set Healthy Boundaries : an alternate ending for Shel Silversteinâs The Giving Tree by Topher Payne đŻđłâ¤ď¸
https://www.topherpayne.com/giving-tree?
Iâd always hated The Giving Tree as a kid, but I never realized how much I needed this alternate ending until just now.

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In case anyone wants some perspective on how utterly random triggers can be. I havenât lived in a house with a garage door in four-ish years. Right now at this moment, I honestly canât recall what they sound like, except something metallic moving and rather clanky.
There was one on tv. I wasnât even paying attention to it, I had my headphones on and was actively trying to tune the show out. My ears picked up on the sound of the garage door, and a jolt of adrenaline shot through my body as I grabbed my laptop and moved to get out of my seat and run to my room.
I realized what happened after about two seconds.
The sound is gone from my ears, but my heart is still racing and Iâm waiting for the door to the house to open, to hear the jingling of my motherâs keys and her footsteps moving through the house. My muscles are still tense and Iâm fighting the urge to run to my room and stick a board in front of the door.
For years, the sound of a garage door was my warning to pack up what I was doing quickly and retreat to my room if I was out of it.
I canât remember the sound of the garage door right now, but I canât tell my brain to stop trying to react to it.
This can be reblogged, if anyone was wondering. I wrote up this post with the intention that hopefully people who read it and didnât really get triggers would understand a bit.
So, a thing thatâs particularly important here: The trigger here is not the bad experience itself.
after my super funtime medical adventure, i had to change all my bath products, because my brain had associated the scent of them with being terrified and in extreme pain.
these were products i had chosen myself because i liked the smell. and they got connected to the medical phobia because i was using them to wash off the hospital reek and the fear sweat and so forth. i donât know why they became a trigger. maybe because washing off the hospital smell didnât make me not in pain. maybe because their âfresh pine ocean breeze bluegreen spicy stuffâ smell didnât really replace the hospital stench, just mingled with it.
but for whatever reason, smelling these objectively nice soaps made me do flashbacks and get all hopeless and wobbly. so they had to go.
triggers are random. theyâre often something that was simply present during a trauma, and you canât guess what theyâll be. no one who hasnât heard me explain this would ever associate suave naturals ocean breeze body wash with unbearable abdominal pain. so i guess the takeaways here are twofold:
- if you have triggers, remember other people canât predict them, and donât expect to be protected from them all the time. thatâs up to you.
- if you donât have triggers, donât assume you can judge what a ârealâ trigger is, and if someone asks you to accomodate them, donât be a dick about it. even if you donât want to make that accomodation, decline politely and apologize, donât disparage their request.
me every night when I sit in the dark stabbing my charger into my phone until I find the socket: donât think of that post,donât think of that postâ
Evry damn time, but then I also remember the cure:Â âSamuel Vimes dreamed about Clues. He had a jaundiced view of Clues. He instinctively distrusted them. They got in the way. And he distrusted the kind of person whoâd take one look at another man and say in a lordly voice to his companion, âAh, my dear sir, I can tell you nothing except that he is a left-handed stonemason who has spent some years in the merchant navy and has recently fallen on hard times,â and then unroll a lot of supercilious commentary about calluses and stance and the state of a manâs boots, when exactly the same comments could apply to a man who was wearing his old clothes because heâd been doing a spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tattooed once when he was drunk and seventeen* and in fact got seasick on a wet pavement. What arrogance! What an insult to the rich and chaotic variety of the human experience!â
â Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
Every once in a while a post comes back to smack me in the face all over again with how goddamn wonderful Sir Pratchett really was
SCAM ALERT!! Told Magazine Inc / New Media International are scams targeting vulnerable creatives.Â
They lure you in with a very professionally worded email promising an interview with their magazine, saying you were nominated for it by one of your followers. Their website is also very professional on the surface, but if you look closely youâll notice weird things about it. Lots of photoshopped stock photos of models wearing their logo, no real content or articles, blurry images of text where articles might be.
If you say yes, they send you a link to a questionnaire where they get your personal information, along with some questions about your art peppered in. Then theyâll ask you for money so they can mail you a copy of the magazine with your interview when itâs out, and thatâs where the biggest part of the scam is. Once you send them money, they disappear.
I made it to the interview phase before going NAH, (I asked them a ton of questions about where the heck their articles were and why their magazine didnât appear in any Google searches - they ignored me and just sent their next copy/paste email in the scam - a real editor wouldâve addressed my questions). Then I found more artists talking about this scam on Twitter, but I havenât seen anything about it on Tumblr. So, here you go.
Thereâs a lot of scams aimed at creatives right now because many us are more vulnerable than ever. Of course Iâd love a sweet interview to boost my online shop sales while my entire convention schedule is canceled. But we can outsmart them by doing research, asking questions, and warning others.
Twitter link with more info HERE.
Bumping this because the Told Magazine Inc scam has been sending lots of emails to artists again this week. Watch out for them, and ignore or block their emails if you get one.
UPDATE: So âTold Magazine Incâ emailed me today with this threat, all because of this tumblr post.Â
Iâm not sure how seriously I should take it, since itâs a bunch of very harsh emotional threats and doesnât come off as very⌠professional? On one hand, Iâm still 100% convinced Told Magazine Inc is a scam organization, (as of today, googling them still doesnât bring up anything unless you do so in quotes, their website doesnât even load, and the third hit is my tumblr so lol). On the other hand, if theyâre horrible enough to try to scam small artists out of some money, then theyâre horrible enough to try to sue a small artist for exposing them as a scam. I wonât be removing this post as of yet, and will be reaching out to several local lawyers for consultations on the matter.
EDIT: At the suggestion of another tumblr user, Iâve reported Told Magazine Inc to the US Federal Trade Commission for attempting to scam small indie artists. I donât think anything will come of it, but Iâm glad something is officially in their records now! Since Iâm not confrontational, Iâm just going to ignore TMIâs fake C&D and collect any other emails they send in the future as potential evidence against them.
EDIT 2: Well⌠itâs been 24 hours. :)
Hopefully the last time I update this, but you know what would make Told Magazine Inc really mad? If you filled out a Scam Alert review here:Â https://www.scamadviser.com/check-website/toldmagazine.com
Apparently they used to be High Alliance Magazine. After some digging, I can tell most of the images up on their website, (now changed to toldmagazine.com and working again) come from renamed covers and âarticlesâ from High Alliance Magazine, another scam doing the exact same thing Told Magazine Inc is doing. The âtop storiesâ page on their website is a parade of Instagram models they successfully scammed when they were High Alliance. Also this 5 star review for High Alliance on Scam Alert looks oddly familiarâŚ
I bet they would also hate it if you reported High Allianceâs Instagram page for being a scam under ââŚâ > report user > itâs inappropriate > report account > posting content that shouldnât be on instagram > scam or fraud. https://www.instagram.com/highalliancemagazine/?hl=en
Anyway, again, hopefully this is the last update. I want to thank everyone who reassured me that their angry C&D email was indeed just a very miserable person blowing hot air. Iâm still not going to respond since they arenât worth the time, and have now set up filters to delete all future messages from [email protected] and [email protected]. Thanks again, and keep spreading the word and watching out for your fellow creatives. Theyâll likely change the name of their scam again soon.
Re-blogging another artist/creator who received the scam email I got under another magazine name. Itâs a whole huge thing!
A book crystallized in the ocean
oh mood
NO NO NO.
This was not crystallized by the ocean. People. No. This is why artist credit is SO DAMN IMPORTANT THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE MISINFORMED HERE.
Alexis Arnold is an artist who creates crystallized books. Her work is amazing and beautiful, sheâs made dozens of these.
This particular one was not made by her, however, it was actually created by Catherine McEver - who was inspired to try it after seeing a show of Alexis Arnoldâs work. Itâs literally the first picture on Google image results if you search for âcrystallized booksâ and she posted about it on her blog showing other process shots as she made it.
TWO DIFFERENT WOMEN ARE BEING DEPRIVED OF CREDIT FOR THEIR CREATIVITY BECAUSE THIS FALSE INFORMATION IS BEING SPREAD. FUCK THAT.
Considering how many times Iâve seen the uncredited post on my dash Iâm finally going to reblog it, with the proper credits.
ASCII art 10,000
âItâs something to doâ sIRâ

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Also instead of âproblem behaviourâ call it âdistressed behaviourâ for a more accurate picture of what the person is actually facing
I canât reblog this enough, I will do it every damn time I see it from now to death.
When someone frames your mental health issues as attention seeking behavior, problem behavior, or any other negatively-coded context, it creates an environment that makes you feel guilty, wrong, and selfish for struggling with things outside of your control. As a result, serious issues are allowed to arise in the absence of support.
Write a story that starts with emptying the wastebasket in the bathroom.
Thereâs a quest scroll in the bottom of the trashcan, under the bag, and I pause putting in a new bag as I stare at it. Since itâs being observed, the scroll changes and begins to glow with golden light.
âCongratulations,â a genderless, lightly accented voice says. It doesnât make sense, but it sounds like itâs coming through the light, echoing and warm. âYouâve been chosen to embark on a magnificentââ
I lunge before it can finish, heart thundering against my ribs, and wrap it in the black trash bag. Itâs warm to the touch, even through the plastic, but once I get it properly bundled, I canât hear or see it which means Iâve managed to contain it.
For now.
I abandon my cleaning cart, shouldering the bathroom door open too quickly. It nearly takes out a high schooler lurking behind it.
âWatch it,â the girl snarls, shaking out the hand that had caught the door before it connected with her face.Â
âBe grateful,â I tell her, shoving the garbage bag bundle under my shirt. âIâm, like, basically saving your life right now.â
She scrunches her nose. âWhat?â
I donât answer, instead hurrying towards the principalâs office. Sometimes the sorcerer or witch or whoever sticks around after planting them and I definitely do not want to run into them.
âPrincipal Flag!â I skid past the receptionist and kick the door open, arms wrapped around the quest scroll under my shirt. âWeâve got a problem!â
Principal Flag nearly throws her brush across the room at my sudden entrance, a blush rising furiously along her cheekbones. âI told you to knock!â Her horse hindquarters stamp in irritation and she hastily smooths her long, centaur skirt back over them.
âSorry,â I pant, coming to a stop in front of her desk. âBut this canât wait, weâve got a problem. I found aâa quest in the girlsâ bathroom.â
âItâs actually a gender-neutral bathroom now,â Principal Flag corrects, seemingly on reflex. âThe students voted and I think itâs quite wonderfuâ did you say you found a quest?â She pales. âWas itâwas it activated?â
âNo,â I say. I carefully pull the bundle from out under my shirt, dropping it onto her desk. âIâm the first to come in contact. It tried to give me the Chosen One speech.â
Principal Flagâs hands hover over the black plastic. âGod, it talked? Did you feel a compulsion? Depending on the strength, we could be facing quite the adversary here.â
âI donât know.â I pull up the visitorâs chair, legs still shaking. âIâve already been a Chosen one, you know that, a compulsion wouldnât work on me.â I shake my head. âWe canât let whoever did this try again. A quest scroll ruined my life, our lives, I donât want that to happen to a kid.â
âI remember,â Principal Flag says grimly. âIâll be damned if I let some thousand-year-old warlock make off with one of my students. Not. In. My. School.â She trots around her desk to the cabinet. From there, she removes a black, metal box. âFirst, weâll destroy it. Itâs times like these that Iâm thankful we have so many helicopter parents on the PTA. They practically give us the money for these.â
I watch as she opens the box. Dark, rolling steam pours from it and across the desk. When it touches the trash bag, the air begins to smell of burning plastic. Â Principal Flag picks it up, wincing as the heating plastic burns her fingers and drops it into the box.
âA CURSE,â the scroll shrieks from inside the box. âYOU HAVE DEFIED THE ANCIENTââ
Principal Flag slams the lid back on, locking the thing down. The thing is still shrieking, but the words are muffle and neither Flag or I are susceptible to half curses. Not since our childhoods.
âIt had to be an inside job,â I say after the screams begin to die out. âYouâve got the school locked down and I would have noticed anyone sneaking in.â
âI agree,â Principal Flag says. Sheâs still glaring at the box, mouth a thin line. She looks back at me, grey eyes sharp. âWhoever planted it is a monster. Thereâs no way they didnât mean for a kid to find out.â
âGiving quest scrolls to minors is against the law,â I say. âWe could call the police?â
Both Flag and I stare at each other for a long moment. Then we burst into laughter.
âA Successful?â Flag howls. âOh my god, can you imagine what a Successful would say?â
I wipe tears out of my eyes. Successfuls were people who completed quests, generally the light and fun ones that made good day time drama. âOh,ââ I say in a falsetto, ââIâd have killed to have a scroll as a kid. Itâs such an honor. Theyâre starting off right!â
We laugh more, the sound verging on hysteria. Neither of us had the good fortune to be quested with a return the stone to the mountain scroll. Weâd gotten something much, much worse.
âOh, thatâs good,â Flag says, dotting under her eyes with a tissue. She sobers slowly, chuckles dying out. âNo, we wonât go to the police. I think that us two Unsuccessfuls will do the job nicely.â She grins and thereâs something dark in it, darker than one might expect from a highschool principal.
I know that darkness is reflected right back in my smile. âIâll get on it.â
There are Successfuls, heroes and martyrs who come back stronger and better after getting a quest scroll.
Then there are Unsuccessfuls like us who, if they come back, come back much, much worse.