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Being a living, breathing, human artist is hard when lazy pathetic fuckos just want to steal your art and feed it to a slop machine to create junk. It's an exhausting fear.

However.. I will keep fighting, we all have to.

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Tsssss

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HAPPY WILSON WEDNESDAY

IT IS THE DAY

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Werewolf TF

My man, Lawrence Hickordale turning into a werewolf. Because.

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Right now, I have students who are crying in class.

Students who won't even come to class, who I'm sincerely not sure will come to class again for the rest of the term.

Students who say they're leaving the country and will find a way to get me out too if I'd like.

Students who are texting, e-mailing, and Discord-ing me saying that they can't stop crying, that they can't cope with the uncertainty and chaos anymore.

Students who are asking me what to do and how to cope. My job is to help students learn, and a big part of learning is learning how to interpret and contextualize things, and how to approach problems in a productive and meaningful way.

I don't know how to approach this. I don't know what advice to give them. I don't know how to stop them from crying beyond telling them it's okay to cry, even though they're all adults and they know that already.

If you voted for him, you did this. If you put the price of bread or imaginary boogeymen or some abstract "need for change" above the well-being of your countrymen, you did this. If you didn't vote, or voted for an unwinnable third-party candidate because of some moral purity bullshit where it's more important to be right than practical, you did this.

If you did this, you've traumatized an entire generation with your selfishness and short-sightedness.

If you did this, I don't want you anywhere near my students, and I don't want you anywhere near me. Unfollow me, block me, blacklist my tags, fuck off to your closed-minded corner of the Internet and get the hell away from me. My obligation is to myself, humanity, to my LGBTQ+ and biracial family members, to my friends from all walks of life and all countries, to the students of color in my research group, and to my fellow women.

Not to you. Not to him.

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both times this fucking asshole, this fucking fascist criminal is gonna become president is after winning against women. not against a party or ideology but women. people really do hate women huh. a fascist is okay. a criminal is okay. everything he says, does and represents is okay. just as long as it's not a woman leading the country.

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This "your vote is secret" aimed at men is making me emotional in all sorts of ways.

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Something I think a lot of people miss about Maxwell is that like. He is physically disabled. He doesn't look like it, but a lot of stuff points to that being true:

The most obvious being that he's literally described as frail and has equivalent HP to Wes, a character specifically unsuited for survival.

"Maxwell's extended reign on the Nightmare Throne altered him in ways that are not yet fully understood. He continues to rely heavily on his tome, the Codex Umbra, as a result." He's literally using a tool to make up for lack of basic capability.

Almost all of the quotes where he complains about doing work are specifically about work that is very physically taxing, barring some more related to disgust. However, he responds positively to work that isn't as hard on the body:

Cookbook- "Very well. If I can master the dark arts, how hard could cooking be?"

Cartographer's Desk- "Mapmaking is a soothing pastime. Methodical."

It's pretty clear that under the airs he puts on about work meant for servants, it's just that he can't do physical tasks effectively. I'd assume it's a case of chronic pain and a general physical weakness. It may even be in combination with mental symptoms, which he also very obviously has but could have different origins.

It's fun to rag on him for his behavior, but it's important to actually put that into context. He is incapable, he is incompetent, and it's silly that he pretends he's not, but all of that also means that he is disabled and coping with it as best he can.

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oh boy 5 an time to send stupid shit to people

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Finally! A very accurate way of writing ASL grammar! Super cute and well written, feels very in character.

Bad Luck Charm

Wilson / Wes - Oneshot - Intended to be platonic, but definitely can be read as romantic! - 870 words

For three days and three nights, Wilson had been scribbling and scrawling in his notes, rethinking and rewriting equations and theories. Though he usually did this out of love, lately it had been more like a feverish obsession. He had one burning question in the back of his mind, and he needed it answered.

Why in the world was Wes so prone to misfortune?

Now, this wasn’t at all to say that Wilson believed in luck. No, what he believed in was odds. Chance, if one would so choose. And he knew very well that the odds of one being struck by lightning twice in a day were infinitesimally small. And yet, with every interaction he shared with the mute mime, it just seemed like he kept meeting those odds, no matter how impossibly thin they got. And it was very convenient that just such an event happened to occur in his presence, as he’d finally get to pry for answers face-to-face.

“Well,” Wilson said, patting his knee as he finished wrapping bandages around Wes’s arms. “That should do for now. I’ll search for some supplies for poultice - that’ll help with the stinging. And don’t forget to change these.” He said sternly, to which Wes simply replied with a sheepish smile. “Wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened last time.”

What happened last time was a nasty infection that almost claimed his already fragile life. He wished he didn’t remember it as much as he didn’t remember to change his bandages. Shaking away the thought, Wes nodded eagerly and held two thumbs up.

“I just don’t know how this keeps happening to you, Wes.” Wilson muttered quietly, shaking his head with a soft pity about his face. “It’s positively baffling. You’re like a bad luck charm.”

Wes recoiled slightly, and wilted like a lily in the heat. He looked down into his lap and sulked deeply, unable to look Wilson in the eye. How could he?

Wilson realized how insensitive his comment was a tick too late, and scrambled to correct it. “Well, I - I didn’t mean it like that… It’s just that - harsh and unfair as the Constant is, it seems particularly harsh and unfair to you.”

He huffed defeatedly, and didn’t look up.

Wilson frowned. “There has to be some sort of explanation. I mean, maybe there’s a solution here.”

“...”

“I just… I can’t stand to see you walloped on all the time.” He admitted. Wilson put a hand on Wes’s shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him. It helped, if a little bit, and at least got the mime to meet eyes with him finally. He looked so tired and sad. Wilson once thought he was the unluckiest (metaphorically) man in the world, miserable happenstance after miserable happenstance conditioning him to simply expect the worst out of the Constant. But… here he was, looking at one of the cheeriest survivors in their settlement, sad, bruised, and brokenhearted. “It’s not fair. Surely there’s something I can do to help.”

Wes slowly began signing, something he rarely ever did, even when prompted with questions. ‘I bad luck’.

Wilson did his best to brush up on his sign language, and swallowed thickly, really only understanding the signs one at a time. He’d take it slow. “That can’t be true. Luck is just, it’s just odds, chance. It can’t really be all that.”

‘Where I go,’ Wes continued. ‘Bad luck go-together. And I make danger, and I hurt you everyone.’

“That is not true.” Wilson furrowed his eyebrows, offended to hear Wes talk about himself in such a way. “My friend, if we considered you a danger, we would not house you. I promise you that.”

‘We house M-A-X-W-E-L-L.’

“Yes, well, he…” Wilson bit his lip. “Shockingly, does not put us in nearly as much mortal danger as you are implying you do.”

‘Sorry. Scared. Don’t want you everyone goodbye.’

“We’re not going anywhere.” Wilson replied softly, squeezing his shoulder. “And besides… Bad luck-schmuck, it’s just superstition, that’s all. Why, it could be spun either way. I’d say you’re lucky to be alive! And you’re lucky I happened to be around to give you medical attention when you needed it.”

Wes’s face lit up, a weary smile on his face. ‘Think so yes?’

“Sure,” He gave a soft smile in return. “Though it’s sure not ideal… I want to put research into helping you figure out what this all really is, alright? This… ailment of yours. It’s getting worrisome.”

‘Yes,’ signed Wes, a little bouncier than he was a moment before. ‘Lucky I have you.’

Wilson’s heart broke into a million little pieces as Wes pulled him into a hug. He hesitantly hugged back, patting his back and holding on for just a bit longer than he probably should have. Pulling away, he patted his hand, and nodded with a glint in his eye.

“I’ll figure this out. Don’t you worry. But until then, don’t be a stranger. Okay?”

Wes nodded happily, getting up and dusting himself off before turning towards his tent. As he took a step forward, he rolled his ankle, and immediately fell face first into the grass.

Wilson didn’t say anything as he helped him up.

i know this is a bit different than what i usually post, but i've been wanting to start writing more! i had this in my drafts for a while and finally decided to pretty it up and post it. i love wes so much </3

i tried to directly translate the sign language from what little i know rather than just write down what it was wes was saying, to sort of put the reader in wilson's shoes a bit (him being rusty and all). and i imagine wes would be a little weird with it as well, because he's french, and he's using asl here.

reblogs appreciated but never required!

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Not my favorite piece, but it's been sitting as a WIP for so long I just decided to put Maxwell there

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Yes this is the REAL and AUTHENTIC Gg2. I'll have like, perks to supporting at... some point in the future, but for now it's just Tips.

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Currently looking for... things... and no one is going to pay you fifteen hundred dollars for a bunch of cheap ass figures. I DONT CARE IF THEY'RE FROM 2013, THEY'RE NOT WORTH THAT MUCH

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Happy Wilson Wednesday!

Bit late today!

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another gravity falls animation! :3 hope yall enjoy!

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