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[pseudobun]

An open letter to Randy's World

Dear Randy,

I don’t know if you'll ever see this, given that I blocked you, but I know that hasn’t stopped you from seeing other people’s posts in the past. I knew you personally for a week, although I was aware of your reputation long before that. Despite trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, I must admit that I give up. You reminded me so much of my brother in certain ways, which perhaps led me to empathize with you. While I’m not going to diagnose you, it’s evident that there are some issues you’re dealing with, and I thought that with a bit of guidance and kindness, you could truly change for the better. Maybe you still can, but that kindness can no longer come from me.

I understand you’re upset that I messaged your mother on Facebook, but please remember that you told me all but her first name without any prompting. You asked me multiple times last night to meet you in real life, despite knowing my age and my clear request not to do so after the first time. I didn’t inform your mother about any allegations against you. I merely mentioned that you were sharing a lot of personal information with me unprompted, and I was worried for your safety. Because I am worried. I still am. I also brought up the pet names you sent me repeatedly after I left the first one on read, again out of concern for your safety. Not everyone has good intentions.

I like to believe I did the right thing. I like to think I was respectful and handled all interactions with you appropriately. The people I’ve consulted agree that I was only showing you basic kindness. Throughout our interactions, I made a conscious effort not to use any terms that might be considered pet names, despite my inclination towards Southern hospitality. For my efforts, I was left questioning whether I was wrong to message you with basic kindness. I was so distressed by the idea of accidentally grooming a child that I was physically ill after logging off for the night.

As I mentioned to your mother, I have siblings your age. I’d be horrified to receive a message like the one your mother received. My hope was that she would take action to prevent you from being on a site like this, given that you aren’t fully aware of the potential ramifications of your actions. Unfortunately, it seems that wasn’t the outcome.

I truly wish I could have helped you, Randy. But I have to consider how things appear, regardless of my intentions. I am almost a decade older than you, and I cannot allow you to continue messaging me in the way you did last night (such as asking me to take you to Washington and using pet names right before I logged off). Regardless of my intentions, you were choosing to misinterpret them, which puts me in a difficult position. I’m sorry, and I hope you are able to grow and find the help you need.

Sincerely,

Stevie "Evie" G.

[pseudobun]

So proud I wanted my mutuals to see

Have been having fun making Hazbin characters in Sanrio (Hello Kitty) style. Finally made a lil scene I was happy enough to post

VoxPng under the cut, tag if used? Please dont steal (not that its good enough to steal lol)

[jolenesees]

Embroidery Studio

Last week I was able to check out the very famous New York Embroidery Studio. Here, they work with well know people and companies to create unique and beautiful designs.

When you walk into the studio, you are greeted by this large pink led sign letting you know you are indeed in the right place. On either side of the receptionist desk, there are several antique sewing machines. Originally I thought they were for show, but later in the tour I was shown that each one does a different job here at the studio. It was not all that surprising to hear that the newer machines are not built with the same reliability as the old ones.

For the tour, we went around the studio looking at all they produce. The studio takes on high profile jobs including making gowns for the Met Gala which was exciting to hear. Of course we couldn't take pictures of the current projects, but I am keeping an eye out for them in the next coming months.

The most notable part of the tour was definitely the patch wall in the meeting room. Decorated with hundreds of patches made here in the studio, I was able to recognize many brands and their logos.

After the tour, I had talked to my internship supervisor and found out that even their brand commissions the embroidery studio for some of their designs. Overall this trip has been my favorite thus far.

Love

Jolene ♡ॢ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎

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[pseudobun]

I have long since said that Uglies could never be made into a movie.

(rant + spoilers for uglies 2024 and the book series as a whole)

Since middle school, I've held this opinion. I wanted an Uglies movie so badly, but making one would have gone against everything Scott Westerfeld was making a statement about, diluting the message to the point where it no longer mattered. It would be like turning Animal Farm into a children's cartoon, where it's just a bunch of talking animals and the pigs are merely portrayed as jerks.

Uglies and its sequels (Pretties, Specials, and, to a much lesser extent, the spinoff Extras) were always about Hollywood. The books tackled how media shifts our perception of reality, making us believe that being "normal" is synonymous with being "ugly." From the first introduction, the main character is described as cute by normal human standards—perhaps a little plain—but she desperately looks forward to adulthood, when society promises she can become what it deems as beautiful.

Throughout the trilogy, the protagonist constantly wrestles with what's right and what's expected of her. She battles with herself, over and over. She starts to accept herself, but then the government interferes, warping her mind. Once she breaks free from the brainwashing, she begins to miss the simplicity it offered. The deeper question becomes: What was so wrong with being "ugly"? And later: What was so wrong with being an airheaded "Pretty"?

To make a movie about this internal struggle—this conflict between being true to yourself or conforming to what Hollywood demands—seems impossible. And yet, now there is a movie. One movie... to represent all three books.

A 100-minute film meant to encapsulate 1,600 pages of internal struggle. 1,600 pages of man versus society and man versus self, reduced to a mere 100 minutes. An impossible task, one they didn't even attempt to handle with care. They Cliff-noted the Cliff-notes, turning the protagonist into someone unrelatable, a mere Mary Sue.

They kept characters who had no real plot relevance—characters whose gradual fading from the story was relevant to the plot—and eliminated others whose roles were crucial. They missed the point of the books so completely that it makes me wonder if the writers even read the blurbs on the back of the box set.

The silver screen was always going to struggle with adapting this trilogy. Netflix, however, has truly burned itself on the hot wax of its hubris for even trying.

[pseudobun]

They're girlfriends

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Wanted to share some old stardew things I made

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Eltrich Whore

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Today's mood

[pseudobun]

Sometimes you just have to draw your comfort character in a cringy edgy way... I dont make the rules.

[pseudobun]

Something different

[pseudobun]

Moonlit vows

Greely x mate!GNreader

A/n: Bad angst. Made on a dare. Wattpad coded. Tried to make it as accurate as possible to wolf courtship bc its what National Geographic would have wanted

check my fandom blog for more bad fanficton^^

563 words

In the heart of Jamaa, where the moon's silver light bathed the landscape in an ethereal glow, Greely stood atop a rocky outcrop, his silhouette sharp against the night sky. His deep blue fur ruffled in the breeze as he gazed out into the darkness, his mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions.

You approached quietly, your paws making barely a sound against the stone. Greely's keen senses picked up on your presence long before you reached him, but he didn't turn. His intense focus on the horizon made your heart ache. You knew his thoughts were consumed by the ever-present threat of the Phantoms.

"Greely," you called softly, stepping closer until you were beside him. His ear flicked in acknowledgment, but he didn't look at you.

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the bond between you tangible yet strained. The weight of his burdens often made him distant, a fact you had come to understand but not without pain.

"Why do you always do this?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Why do you shut me out?"

Greely finally turned his head, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. The depth of emotion in his gaze made you shiver. "I have to protect Jamaa," he said, his voice rough. "I can't afford to be distracted."

"I'm not a distraction," you replied, stepping closer until your fur brushed against his. "I'm your partner, Greely. I want to help you, to stand by your side."

A low growl rumbled in Greely's throat, but it wasn't one of anger. It was frustration, a sound that spoke of his inner turmoil. He turned fully to face you, his gaze softening slightly. "You don't understand," he muttered, his head dipping so his nose almost touched yours. "If anything happened to you…"

Your heart ached at his words. You knew the risks, the dangers that came with being close to Greely. But you had chosen this path, chosen him, and you wouldn't turn away now. "I understand more than you think," you said, nuzzling his cheek gently. "We are stronger together, Greely. We can face the Phantoms, and anything else, side by side."

Greely's breath hitched at the contact, a mix of longing and fear evident in his eyes. Wolves, in their natural ways, bonded through touch and proximity, and you could feel him fighting the instinct to lean into you. His struggle was palpable, the Alpha in him constantly at odds with the wolf who needed his mate.

You took a deep breath, lifting your head to press your nose against his. This simple act, a gesture of trust and affection, spoke volumes. Greely's eyes closed, and he exhaled slowly, the tension in his body easing slightly. "You are relentless," he murmured, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"I learned from the best," you replied, a soft chuckle escaping you. Greely's eyes opened, and for a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seemed to lift. He pressed his forehead against yours, a gesture of bonding among wolves, a silent promise of protection and loyalty.

"Stay with me," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "No matter what comes, stay by my side."

You nodded, your heart swelling with love and determination. "Always," you promised, knowing that, together, you could face whatever the future held.

The night deepened around you, but the darkness felt a little less daunting with Greely by your side. And as the moon watched over Jamaa, you knew that this bond, this connection, would be your greatest strength.

[pseudobun]

So I watched the Minecraft movie trailer

It’s just… a reskinned Jumanji 2? I’m not going to pretend I was going to watch it in theaters but… we couldn’t have thought of something a little more creative?

That being said idk what plot I would’ve chosen but… I’m just a little disappointed. Especially with Jumanji also being PG so it’s not like it’s “made for kids they won’t watch Jumanji so it doesn’t matter”

[pseudobun]

Late night trauma dump

Back when my mother first got custody of me, I was given a laptop. It wasn’t connected to the internet, but it had my Big Fish games downloaded on it. On the laptop, as with most computers, there was Microsoft Word. I was around 12, maybe 13 at the oldest, because that’s when I was techno-banned. Anyway, I used Microsoft Word to “write.” I never really sat down and wrote anything substantial—maybe half of a first chapter. Most of what I did was plot outlines and character analysis… I don’t know.

After a series of events, I was having an argument with my stepfather. I don’t remember how it started—he was always starting shit with me—but that’s neither here nor there. All I fully remember is that college had been mentioned somehow, and he said, “How are you going to pay for it? I’ve read your writing; you’re not getting a scholarship.” Keep in mind, I was thirteen at the oldest. I had also been told by both him and my mother that the computer was mine and that any writing I did on it would be private, in case I wanted to type a diary (I never did; he just read my paper version instead).

I never wrote again. Maybe a year ago, I tried to start again, but writing anything more than shitty roleplay responses makes me stressed enough to want to puke. Hardly any creative writing stays uploaded on my side blogs for more than a week. I’m still trying but it’s hard.

I don’t know how to end this rant…

[pseudobun]

If I knew that all I had to do to make a friend is talk in some Shakespearean English I would've done this shit like 4 years ago. Or should I say:

Had I known that mere utterance of Shakespearean English could garner friendship, verily, I would have embarked upon this endeavor some four years past.