Yes, I’ve done the work analyzing this relationship’s problematic traits and I’ve come to the educated conclusion that I still want them to fuck

Hey hello. Consider. Hobie reading over and suggesting edits to drafts of Peter's writing and then going home visually with clippings and quotes from said writing as a part of him. Alternately, Peter takes inspiration from quotes visible on Hobie

heart on your sleeve…..

Smoke & Mirrors

there are a lot of goyim esp from other Marginalised backgrounds that are taking the wrong lessons away from the fact that it turns out that a group of primarily socialist/communist people from an extremely oppressed cultural group with deep ties to an area are in fact more than capable of founding a regional settler colonial ethnostate in that area, a state that was capable of the mass dislocation and then intergenerational imprisonment of hundreds of thousands and then millions of people, and that while many non Jews feel morally pure and free of this ideology, the reality of the situation should terrify everyone

since ofmd season is coming up here’s a little edit that i’ve never posted on here :)

I would never get tricked by those 36 questions that make u fall in love. First of all I’m already in love with you so jot that down. Secondly I am not about to lose my free will to a bunch of loser questions. Third of all if i had to invite anyone to a dinner party it would be you because im in love with you so jot that down.

I have something really special planned for my drabble for tomorrow that i can’t wait to share with you all <3

people will be like "omg look at this fanart of book percy vs tv percy this is the singular definitive book percy the only book percy to exist" and it's a white percy... like speak for yourself but MY book percy is afro-latino. that's part of the beauty of the books, is everyone has their own version of it in their head. and my book percy has not been white since 2016

I want you to be in my future!

when do you stop upholding a tradition you have held yourself to for six years, just for the hell of it? something 26 year old me thought was a good idea (and it was), but has become a chore now?

all day I’ve been sitting here, playing my 2023 playlist while telling myself to reflect back on the year as I always do and look forward to the next. to see how much I’ve changed, to see what was on my mind, to see what remained the same.

I could tell you that this year has challenged me in ways I never have been challenged before. I could tell you that I’ve had to stand up for myself in unprecedented ways, and got to feel the highest of highs but also the lowest of lows all in the same year. I could tell you about heartbreak, in ways I never saw coming, but were somehow still unsurprising. I could tell you about so much grief everywhere, for myself as well as people and relationships around me. I could tell you about all the fighting (god, there’s been so much fighting) I’ve had to do against my will. I could tell you about all the firm boundaries I’ve had to set.

I could tell you about all of that. I could tell me about all of that.

but quite frankly, I’ve done enough talking. at this point, I find that I’m exhausted of looking at myself, and looking at the past, and wondering what to learn from it. focusing on all that for so long now feels navel gaze-y, when the world is how it currently is, and even beside that and the existential terror that comes with it — I don’t want to get stuck on expectations of past me anymore, or live in memories. I want to live in the present, in what now has to offer. not what could be, or has been, or what I am trying to work towards. not getting stuck in who I used to be while missing that version of myself daily. I just want to be in the now, be current me, and be okay with that. nothing more, nothing less.

where 2023 was a lot of healing from the past, and also reconciling myself with the fact that my future will not pan out the way I had been envisioning and working towards (not in its current form, at least — i will fight for something even better), I want to try and be more in the moment in 2024. do things because they feel good. do things because they’re good for current me, not past me, future me, or someone who isn’t me at all.

most of all, I’d like to stop expecting the world of myself and be able to vibe a little more while facing the scary things. to soak up the joy even in the dark. if I could do that fully, I’d finally, truly, have conquered whatever havoc anxiety has been wreaking on me for so long now. if I could do that, I’d be a lot happier.

and I really want to be a lot happier.

After reading through Dungeon meshi and reading + watching content about Kui’s character design, I realized something (as I’m sure many other artists did):

My own character designs, while interesting enough, didn’t really properly reflect the character. And in my case, they didn’t really properly reflect animals I was basing them off of.

For body types, the only thing that separated my characters was height. Legs and arms stayed the same, stomach and cleavage were relatively flat. My style is mostly simple, but if I truly want to do the jellies justice and give them good gijinkas, I need to do more. (I could also work on my facial features, but I still haven’t grown out of the button nose yet. Haha. For the record, though, I do have somewhat varied eye shapes and styles thanks to Mairuma-kun. Yay!)

If you see me retroactively redesigning characters to reflect this… oops. I’m realizing it might’ve been a bit of a mistake for me to post about all my characters so early in development (especially when I had no Idea what I was doing), but I guess it’s not a bad thing to document the design process.

Soldiers kill sheep in the streets and I see bison skulls piled high, the bullets are made in the United States.

Trees are set ablaze by tanks and I see Moses kneeling in fear and reverence, God does not speak from these flames.

The people starve and I see seaweed gathered in baskets on Irish shores, Dutch tulip bulbs boiled with rabbit bones.

When they said ‘never again’ it was never for love of the hundreds of millions murdered, nor fear of the systems that allowed such evil to rise. They said ‘never again’ to shipping lane inconveniences, to stock market woes, and to being seen for cowards.

At least a coward would sit in quiet fear, content in inaction. Now they sign over billions, condemning millions to the total destruction. Where is the shame? Where is the apathy? At least in that I can call them mere cowards. What else am I to call them but the evil they so long taught me to revile?

God have mercy on their souls. God have mercy on ours. For the body is doomed - the bombs will still fall, the blood will still spill, the graves of thousands will fill.

(How long is the queue to the pearly gates? Is St. Peter agrieved to see so many young faces? Are wives rejoicing or grieving the reunion with their husbands? Does the brother laugh or cry when he finds his sister among the crowd?)

From Carthage to Auschwitz we were warned. From Roman roads to shipping lanes we watched the weapons trade hands. And when we cry out to the powers that be, they turn away - unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling. Machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts.

But the horror is in knowing they are not machines. This is not their nature. They are men. Born with a love for humanity in their hearts, a desire for community and companionship and art. How did they lose such a fundamental part of their being? Was it beaten out of them by bitter men before them or did they discard it themselves, as though it were a cancer to be excised? Does it matter when they so zealously jump knee deep in blood and bone among bomb shattered homes?

And while it is troubling to consider that, being human, we too can have our hearts hardened, it is far more uncomfortable to consider that, being human, they may one day revert to natural compassion. And what does one do when the machine becomes man again? When he proves it was a choice all along? A choice he refused and snubbed until the bodies cooled and the graves grew grassy with age?

God forgive what I cannot.

Jaune’s not coming back to Remnant

I think him mentioning that Alyx sacrificed her brother to the tree so that she could leave is heavy foreshadowing.

I think Jaune is going to sacrifice himself to the tree to get team rwby out…that’s just the type of guy he is.

At this point he doesn’t have anything left to lose. He’s lived the now majority of his life without those he holds close.

Assumedly/roughly 20+ years here in the Ever After. No contact with his family, the rest of his team, his friends. Nothing. Yeah sure, he must have met others seeing as he says he has a village to bring Ruby and co to, but still. Everything he’s known is gone.

Getting his friends back home would be the most important thing to him, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

I really hope I’m wrong, but I don’t think so…at least he’ll finally get some rest

I’m so very sad 😔 my poor boy Jaune…

hey guess who fell down the vocaloid pipeline

song referenced: Venom by Kairikibear

Hey gang. ♡ Just a quick note to say I’m gearing up to come back. Things are hectic at work, and I’m on duty all this weekend, but I’m taking leave next week so I should be here a good bit.

studying animation is the most life draining thing to ever happen