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there are nearly 45 THOUSAND original posts on my blog, free to read, written by me, the vast vast majority of which do not include a ko-fi or paypal link or mention money in any way. i post anywhere from 10-25 times a day (my own content, not reblogs from other users), including essays, researched posts, creative writing, and health & wellness articles that take hours to create and edit. (yes, articles! i write what would on a different platform be called articles!) this blog is free of sponsors & ads and again, everything on it is FREE TO READ???? i could easily put some of what i write behind a ko-fi paywall to encourage reader support, but i don’t, because i want it to be accessible to whoever needs it. people can—and do!—spend hundreds of hours browsing through my content free of charge. and the vast majority of people who enjoy my blog have never and will never send me donations, otherwise i’d be set for fucking life. and that’s fine, because there is no obligation. but i’m disabled, i’m otherwise unemployed, this is my job as far as I’m concerned, and currently it doesn’t even pay minimum wage.

and you know what? i regularly spend 25-40 hours a week running this goddamn blog, churning out content, talking about mental health, interacting with followers, answering questions, giving advice where i am qualified, and yes, telling jokes to make people laugh (which I see as valuable even if you don’t), all while quietly dealing with snide comments and outright bullying from sour little cantaloupes like you.

That said, I have had multiple requests for swimming pool anxiety, so boy howdy buckle up, hold onto your hats, and pray to your local patron saint of regret, because have i got something for you.

Introducing: DEEPSPOT

Deepspot is a swimming pool and scuba diving training center in Poland. Until just a few weeks ago, it was the deepest swimming pool in the world. (It is now the second deepest swimming pool in the world. Bc they freaking built a deeper one, in Dubai.) It goes to 148 feet (45 m) deep, which is about…oh, about 10-15 stories. As in, you could fit a fifteen story building in there.

And that hole in the middle? It’s a simulated blue hole. Oh you don’t know what a blue hole is? Well it’s an underwater sinkhole or cavern. Like this:

Yeah, the designers decided that’s what a swimming pool really needs.

Deep Dark Abyss Hole

Oh, and for some reason Deepspot is decorated like a low-resolution video game? (these are photos, not cgi illustrations)

seriously, it’s like a goddamn puzzle video game. look, there’s the playable character:

My life is a constant trapeze act wherein I oscillate wildly between heightened unease and a vaguely-amused-yet-horrified sense of wonder in the world. Too many things exist solely to cause distress to me specifically, and they are fascinating.

But what about the world’s deepest swimming pool, you well may ask? Well, the Deep Dive Dubai is deeper by a third, contains almost 4 million gallons of water, and there aren’t many images available yet because it just opened to the public a few days ago.

There is one photo that stands out though:

there are nearly 45 THOUSAND original posts on my blog, free to read, written by me, the vast vast majority of which do not include a ko-fi or paypal link or mention money in any way. i post anywhere from 10-25 times a day (my own content, not reblogs from other users), including essays, researched posts, creative writing, and health & wellness articles that take hours to create and edit. (yes, articles! i write what would on a different platform be called articles!) this blog is free of sponsors & ads and again, everything on it is FREE TO READ???? i could easily put some of what i write behind a ko-fi paywall to encourage reader support, but i don’t, because i want it to be accessible to whoever needs it. people can—and do!—spend hundreds of hours browsing through my content free of charge. and the vast majority of people who enjoy my blog have never and will never send me donations, otherwise i’d be set for fucking life. and that’s fine, because there is no obligation. but i’m disabled, i’m otherwise unemployed, this is my job as far as I’m concerned, and currently it doesn’t even pay minimum wage.

and you know what? i regularly spend 25-40 hours a week running this goddamn blog, churning out content, talking about mental health, interacting with followers, answering questions, giving advice where i am qualified, and yes, telling jokes to make people laugh (which I see as valuable even if you don’t), all while quietly dealing with snide comments and outright bullying from sour little cantaloupes like you.

Like this person seems to be saying that they have seen this multiple times so they should have seen you explain it once, becaude I have a few times and ive seen less times where you ask for money.

Been wanting to make some Gaudy fanart too! Never posted any of my more horror-y type art on here before, so I hope the change isn’t too jarring.

the Grinch is nonbinary & uses they/them pronouns

the Grinch is autistic

it takes place in the Jim Carrey movie universe, so the Grinch has two lesbian moms

(side note, in the movie it was implied the grinch was conceived at a swinger’s holiday party, but we don’t have to talk about that)

tony was a professional athlete who had a lucrative career appearing on cereal boxes

tony the tiger is divorced w/ kids

So I was at their house last week with my parents and they were having a go at my mum because she isn’t talking to my aunt, and just being really horrible. Anyway they asked me what I was reading on my phone, and I don’t remember what I was doing, but I said I was reading a fanfic, which is a novel written online by writers-in-training, and would you like me to read it to you? And they said, oh sure, dear, so I read them the whole first chapter of the grinch x tony fic, and when they I was finished I looked up at them both and they were just staring at me like I was crazy. It was the best.  and they said to my mum ‘‘what is god’s name was are you letting your daughter read?!” And my mum said, 

“oh, I don’t know, but the more you tell her not to get mixed up with things the more she’ll want to do it. Maybe you should calm down a bit.”

wings: “humans don’t like things they can’t understand, so if we’re going to levitate we should have wings. in fact we should probably have lots of wings, since we’re so big and impressive. humans like wings”

loud, booming voices: “fuck off Azrael the humans needs to be able to hear us.”

glowing: “no no no, it’s about visibility, right? the main human sensory organ works by detecting light, so if we emit light…” 

wheels: “why the hell are you shaped like that?” “piss off, the humans are really proud of this invention”

multiple faces/eyes: “it makes me relatable” “i swear to God it doesn’t–” “i need to see in every direction” “ Azrael you are a supernatural messenger of god you do not need–” “THE HUMANS NEED TO KNOW I’M WATCHING”

multiple limbs: “humans have lots of limbs! they like limbs” “look i let you keep the wings but–” “how do you expect me to walk?” “70,000 feet is not a reasonable number of feet, Azrael!” “fuck off i’m ENORMOUS” 

Old Testament Angels look like that because life in the ocean outnumbered life on land, so naturally when they visited earth they modeled their appearance on the most common lifeforms. Hench you get things like

radial symmetry (i.e. angels shaped like spheres) which is objectively cooler than bilateral symmetry (starfish understand this)

Very Numerous Limbs (2 is not the average number of arms in the ocean)

random glowing (bioluminescence)

just generally being objects of Absolute Terror to land dwellers

a thousand eyeballs being the Norm (have you seen scallops)