#and then i redo the entire semester

[montanamp3]

i am so glad i don't live in a country with seasons because a cc-in-winter arc would unlock new and exciting varieties of depression previously unknown to mankind

[dragonpyre]

coming from a high schooler that’s losing their shit over upcoming midterms, thank you. I’m trying my best to not send myself into spirals thinking about college and a job career despite my friends seeming to have all of their lives together, and your post really helped. graduation is a whole 6 months away, I hope I make it there happily.

You are so welcome ❤️ I’m happy I could help!

[ultrabananapudding]

// Vent

This is the worst!!!!! Like damn!!!! I'm actively falling apart as we speak!!!!!!!

I haven't brushed my teeth in 3 days and the kitchen is an absolute mess bc I haven't had the energy to do the dishes. Now there is mold growing and I have stomach pains from accidentally ingesting spoiled food!!!! Damn!!

I have Cardiology exam in just a few hours and that made me do the dumbest decision of pulling 2 all nighters in a row to catch up and now I feel like my brain is actively melting.

First day of my period is also absolute hell and I ended up puking up at the middle of the night which messed up the tiny bit of sleep I manage to squeeze in before my shift at the simulated hospital.

This is the worst week and I hate everything!!! Ooof!!!!!! Time to off myself (for the lols)

[bitchfitch]

Idk what the moral of this story is going to be but I was reminded of something that happened while I was in college.

This was in a public speaking class, and the teacher wanted to make us practice verbal communication by separating us out into little groups of 3/4 students and giving us prompts for which we needed to come up with as many idea/responses to within 5 minutes as possible.

Now. I don't know why she thought that was an appropriate way to teach Verbal communication, because my group would have 20-30+ unique ideas, while every other group had 5 or 6. We Lapped every other group. And this is because I'm Mute. I can't talk. at 17 I was already incapable of speaking loud enough to be heard in an active classroom like that.

so my group just. Didn't talk. We each put our heads down and Banged out as many ideas as we each individually could, and just crossed off duplicates when it came time to count. because verbal communication just slowed you down in that kind of task. We didn't have to make Good ideas, just a Lot of them.

And anyways that was the 1 day of class I got a good grade bc the college wouldn't accept a doctor's note with the words 'vocal paralysis' and 'extensive nerve damage' on it as evidence as to why I, a mute, should be excused from the class that required you to be able to talk

[practically-an-x-man]

might have covid :(

[wizardnuke]

i have to do classwork i have to do classwork but i have a tummyache i have to do classwork

[voidboymads]

Steter Prompt : Stiles doesn't set Peter on fire at the end of S1, but saves him instead

...I just realized while going to post it that I messed up a bit and did the saving at the wrong part D; I hope that's okay! >.< If not, I can totally redo it T_T

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It’s a last-minute decision that Stiles makes as he hands the brewed concoction over to Jackson in the car. The glass flask slips from his fingers as it transfers hands and with it, the guts to throw it in the first place. All night he’d been adamant about - about well murder to be honest. After everything with Lydia and the entire town in chaos, it only felt logical to help Scott. That also meant helping Derek but he was still fuzzy on where Derek stood with the rest of them. Something on the drive over gnawed at Stiles, though. He couldn’t stop remembering the parking garage - the conversation he’d had with Peter.

That crazy psycho was going to give him a gift.

A ‘what if’ he’d been fawning over all semester while watching Scott try to figure things out. Sure, jealousy was there - even amidst the friendship and the desire to help but he couldn’t stop thinking about Peter’s question.

Even if he knew his answer would remain the same, the thought that someone felt that he had the potential to be something more than what he was, more than the comedic relief and a wiz with the computer, was pretty fucking nice.

Peter had called him the clever one.

Decisions. Decisions.

“Wait, Jackson - it actually might not work!” He screams this as they exit the car - pulling right up to the big showdown, but it does no use. Jackson throws the flask anyway. When Peter catches it, Stiles sucks in a shaky breath - a hopeful gasp as it remains intact.

It’s only when the arrow from Allison’s bow hits it - igniting it, that Stiles loses it all. There’s a chance that it won’t engulf him with just his arm aflame but then Jackson takes his own flask and throws it without a second thought.

Peter is wrapped in waves of fire and Scott is sending him to the ground and all Stiles can think is that Peter called him the clever one.

“Derek - if you do this, I’m dead.” Scott’s words filter in and Stiles realizes Peter’s not on fire anymore. He’s lying on the ground, burned to a crisp. Derek hangs over him, glaring down at him with a purpose. The purpose they were all there for that night, and yet - Stiles feels a tug in his chest and his feet are moving on their own. “ - what am I supposed to do?” Scott sounds desperate, but Derek’s gaze won’t stray from Peter’s face.

“You’ve already decided,” Peter gasps, his body bloody and shaking from physical trauma. Stiles’ heart is hammering so loud in his chest, he’s sure everyone there can hear it but all noise begins to drown out again - Peter’s words ringing through like he’s the only one there. “I can smell it on you!”

Derek raises his clawed hand and Stiles flings himself between them without hesitation. “Wait!” He yells, shielding himself over Peter’s body and he just knows - he knows the choice he’s made and the ramifications that will follow from it. He almost expects Derek to claw the shit out of him for mere spite of ruining his crowning moment but silence follows. A heavy one that seems to stretch out for too long.

Stiles lifts his head, his eyes catching everyone’s faces as they stare back at him with mixtures of shock and disbelief. Derek’s screams anger - flared nostrils, brows scrunched, a glaring gaze fixated no longer on Peter, but on him. Those claws remain out, his hand still lifted in the air and Stiles thinks this is it. All the good he’s sure he’s done - all the help he’s given to Scott and Derek and the rest. It’s all for nothing because Derek’s ready to kill him and make sure that Peter drags him down to hell with him.

Except, nothing happens.

Derek lowers his hand, anger slipping into heated confusion as Peter struggles to breathe beneath them. “Why -?”

“I know you want this and I know you have every right but it’s too much.” He’s not exactly sure what he’s doing but he won’t move from his spot. He keeps his arms over Peter as if that might help - though he knows it won’t. But he can’t let this happen - not while he’s in this perplexed state. He can’t tell Derek that Peter called him the clever one and it makes him feel a certain way.

“What the hell are you doing?” Argent’s yelling across the open space, hugging Allison close to him. He’ll never let her out of his sight if Scott stays the way he is, but he can’t let either of them touch Peter.

“He’s done too much,” Derek huffs, and Stiles nods, grimacing as Peter coughs.

“I know - ”

“Stiles,” Scott takes a few steps towards them. “Even if I wanted to stop Derek, it’d be me all the same. I need this or I - I can’t - ”

Peter makes some horrible gurgling noise and Stiles looks back down at him, the stench of his burned body almost a shock to the system at seeing Peter’s icy blue gaze looking back at him. “You don’t know if it’ll work. No one does. Derek and Peter - they were born as wolves. What if - ”

Derek growls and grabs Stiles by the scruff of his shirt. “What the hell does it matter? Get out of the way!” He’s about to toss Stiles and if he gets too far, it’ll be too late. He doesn’t know what he can say to change their minds. It’s a hard win knowing what all they’ve been through.

“H- he is all you have left.” Stiles stammers out. “I know he’s done bad things but he’s your family.” Derek growls again and Stiles shakes like a leaf in his grasp.

“I can always make a new one.” Electric blue eyes flash at Stiles, momentarily stunning him and he knows. He knows if Derek does this and takes that power from Peter that it might be all over for the rest of them. He opens his mouth to protest - to say anything to keep this filibuster going in hopes of winning but Derek surprises him, suddenly dropping him to his feet. “But I can wait. You want him so badly?” He pushes Stiles over, tripping him on the way down.

Stiles lands right next to Peter, catching blue eyes on him as he tries to push himself up.

“You can be his new nurse - since he killed the old one. And when he regains his strength and kills you too, then I’ll have him right back here where I want him.” The words are spoken so harshly that it brings a burning flush to Stiles’ face. He’s done something that can’t be taken back and he can’t even bring himself to look at Scott.

No one but Peter, who’s looking at him like he wants to say something.

“Okay,” Stiles shuts his eyes. “He’s my responsibility.” As much as that might not even be true, he says it anyway.

When he opens his eyes, Peter’s slowly shift to red in their shared silence and Stiles finally feels seen as a deal is made.

[maxicaiman]

KO-FI SHOP IS FULLY STOCKED FOR THE HOLIDAYS!!

HELLO EVERYONE!!! A lot has happened in this last few weeks, but I have good news!! I have finally gotten everything in my shop either stocked or ordered, so we are fully up for the holiday season!!

I will not be adding any new merch until next year! I need to focus on paying for my final semester of college, so this is my form of income to do that! This is NOT an emergency, it's just nice to not have to spend every penny I have right now.

Any pin orders I have received before today (11/20) will be shipped out tomorrow (hopefully!). I will be home until December 1st, then hopefully back home for the 6th, and then home for a month! I will be able to ship orders through this entire time.

Anyone who has ordered either of my charms (Rodimus or TFA Trio), your charms will not be included in your envelopes! I just placed the order in for those, hopefully they will arrive before Christmas to be sent out! I will keep you updated!

I will be redoing my TF One stickers! I was unhappy with their appearances, and did not get many orders, so I will wait and redo them before opening them up again! If you ordered a sticker, I will send you a new one without any need to re-purchase!

And my final note for the evening: I am running a sale for my pins!! Anyone who buys pins will save 20% with code BLUE at check out!! This is good until the 20th of December!

SO!! With this very long yap of mine, I hope you all have a wonderful day/evening, and thank you to all who have supported me so far!!

[aghostnamedcalamity]

how does Benjamin do in school?

For the most part, Benjamin does very well in school. He’s pretty intelligent and he’s good at it, but he doesn’t enjoy academics the way Mordecai does.

TW UNDER THE CUT: ADDICTION , DRUG USE , DEATH , SUBSTANCE ABUSE

The only time Benjamin performed poorly in school was when he first started college. His mother passed away just before his first semester and he was struggling with a lot of unresolved issues about her absence in his life and then her premature departure just when they were beginning to connect. After getting caught up with the wrong crowd, he began to use various substances that continuously escalated.

He became addicted to opioids, causing his grades to drop exponentially. This is sort of how Mordecai finds out, and afterward tries to interfere but they had a bit of a falling out due to Benjamin not doing well at the time and angrily confronting him about his lack of loving displays and overall just being a rather emotionless individual; feeling Mordecai was no longer in a place to ‘act like he cared now’.

This is a pretty important event in my headcanon that significantly helps shape Benjamin’s and Mordecai’s relationship as Ben becomes an adult. As emotionless as Mord can be, he really did care and still tried to rise to the occasion when things became serious. Benjamin almost overdoses at one point and this is, by far, the moment Mordecai has shown the most emotions towards him in Benji’s entire life.

He survived the ordeal and Mordecai made sure to get him back on his feet. Mordecai does try to be a bit more vocally supportive after this, making their relationship more comfortable in the long run. Benjamin was able to get back into his schooling and ended up doing very well afterward, eventually becoming a doctor at Barnes Hospital.

This picture is super old and from another ask, but it still stands. I might have to redo it at some point though.

[merakiui]

Hi hi ~

What are your thoughts on professor/TA twst characters x college student reader ??? I literally cannot stop thinking about Prof ashengrotto who just adores the sweet and diligent student who sits in the front of the class, always participating, always turns in assignments on time... Prof ashengrotto who grades your papers mercilessly knowing you'll barge into his office biting back tears because who's grade is this?? Certainly not yours?? What if you lose your scholarship?? Whoever is going to help you???

p p pp p p pppp professor.........ashengrotto..........

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, one-sided student-professor relationship, age gap (azul is 38 & reader is 23), coercion, abuse of power/authority, implied dub-con)

He's ruthless with every paper he grades, but he's especially ruthless with you. Professor Ashengrotto has a reputation in his department: socially, he's handsome and young (a mere thirty-eight, and he's just as bright, if not brighter, than some of the older professors). Academically, he's brilliant and very knowledgeable when it comes to business and the economy (and interestingly enough he has a penchant for marine biology as well), but he pushes students to do their very best. And to some that may seem like he's too hard or difficult, but he's actually very understanding and if you meet him outside of the classroom he's not as intimidating as he appears at the lectern.

But even so he expects his students to strive for the best possible grades. He wants everyone to pass his classes, but he also won't cut corners or raise grades even if they're a point or so away. He claims he's fair when it comes to grading, but sometimes it feels like he deliberately grades for every possible mistake rather than the content itself. At least, that's how it feels with your work. He took off points for a few grammar errors (of all things) and even took off points regarding very minor discrepancies in your information. When you brought it up to him after class, he'd simply told you, "You should know your subject if you're going to write a report on them and obviously, from the looks of your most recent paper, you do not."

It was a report on the intelligence of the octopus. You'd spent hours poring over textbooks and academic journals. You'd penned every reliable source, every fact, every study and its data. How any of that was "incorrect" is beyond you. You even cited every source properly! What is he even thinking, marking you for "incorrect information"?

In your defense, you are not a marine biology major. You're just taking a class because you need course credits and this was one of the few that provided you with the extra hours needed. You know Professor Ashengrotto from the business classes you're taking. He's just as cutthroat there. Apparently, the academic world is just as ruthless as the business world (at least in Professor Ashengrotto's eyes).

As if your professor can't get any harsher, he does. He failed your most recent report for one of the business courses, and it hurt your grade a considerable amount. So, like clockwork, you find yourself in his office, your paper nearly crumpled in your fist with how tightly you're gripping it. You can't fail out of his class. You need to keep a certain grade average each semester if you intend to keep your scholarship, your status as an honors student, your roles in certain clubs and extracurriculars. You verbalize these worries to him and he smiles and proposes an offer: You can redo the entire report so long as you take care to do a better job. It sounds great until you hear the deadline. Three days. He's giving you three days. Three days to write an entire report from the ground up because he won't accept changes made to the already existing paper. Three days.

Three days.

You think you might go insane.

Oh, but the fair and polite Professor Ashengrotto has a suggestion! He's willing to extend that time if you meet with him for coffee to discuss further. Stupidly, you agree right away, thanking him for his understanding, and he continues to smile, to say he really does get it. University is taxing; he knows. He's been there before. He just wants to help you; this is your future, after all.

On your way out of his office, you fail to notice the pale eyes that stick themselves to your rear as you retreat. The door shuts behind you, and only then do you realize the nature of the agreement. Meeting up for coffee. Outside of class. Outside of office hours. Meeting up...for coffee. Why does that feel...wrong, somehow? Why does it unsettle you?

But you need to amend your grades. You need to pass. You need to secure your future. So you push your discomfort aside and prepare yourself for the weekend.

- - -

It's strange to see Professor Ashengrotto without his usual pressed suits, luxury wristwatch, expensive ties, and shined shoes. He's almost...casual in his black turtleneck sweater, grey trench coat, and black slacks. He looks almost like a fellow student, so much so that his appearance startles you when you spot him sitting in a corner of the comfortable coffee shop.

To your speechless stare, he chuckles and asks, "Am I not allowed to dress comfortably on my days off?"

And then it hits you. This is his day off. This is your day off. This is not an academic setting. This is...

You shake your head and slide into the seat across from him. "Sorry. It just surprised me." You're digging through your bag to distract yourself, now acutely aware of his stare pinned on you. "I brought my laptop and was hoping you could look over my sources. I spent all of last night compiling them, so maybe if you had a chance to review them I might know what to do to avoid making the same mistakes. And I also started a new thesis. I don't think the other one was working. Maybe that's where I went wrong and so if I just change—"

"Is everything all right?"

You blink, your gaze lifting to meet his. "Sorry?"

"Are you okay? You seem frazzled."

"Well, I mean, yeah. That should be obvious." You cough, realizing your reply was harsh, and fix it with, "I'm trying to manage the workload from your classes and my other classes, Professor."

"Please. Call me Azul."

Your face scrunches in distaste. It doesn't sound right to refer to any professor by their first name, even if some of them have noted they don't particularly mind it. With Professor Ashengrotto, it feels far too casual. You don't like it.

And as if things can't get anymore casual, they do when a waitress arrives to deliver two cups of coffee and pastries. You stare at it. It's brewed just the way you like it. Even the pastry is your favorite. You fix Professor Ashengrotto with a questioning stare.

"You mentioned it in one of our introductions."

"My favorite coffee and pastry?" You frown, combing through your brain for when you might have said so. It's highly possible when you introduced yourself to your peers at the start of the semester. "Oh. Well, allow me to pay you back for—"

"There's no need." He smiles at you. It's gentler this time. You don't like it.

"No, I insist. How much was it? I'll give you the exact change right now."

You're fumbling for your wallet when his arm reaches across the table. A warm hand closes around yours.

"Professor Ashengrotto?"

"Azul," he corrects evenly. "And please don't worry about it. Everyone needs a little pick-me-up every now and then, yes?"

His fingers curl into yours, nearly entwining, and you yank your hand away, icy horror creeping up your spine. He blinks at you, as if stunned, before composing himself and drawing back. You stare between your wallet and laptop before pocketing the former and turning the latter on.

"Well, if you really don't want me to pay you back... Then let's get back to the matter at hand."

For the rest of your afternoon, you resign yourself to academic discussions. It's easy to fall into that rhythm, and Professor Ashengrotto offers helpful insight as he reviews everything you show him. By the end of it, you're relieved to have finished such a draining discussion. More importantly, you're glad you can leave this coffee shop and never return again (at least not with Professor Ashengrotto).

He reminds you to have it submitted before midnight at the end of the week. You thank him for his help and, just to ease your anxious heart, leave him with a few Madol for the drink and the pastry. On your way out, you feel his eyes on you, watching you make the walk to your car. Those eyes never leave, even after you've driven away.

It can't get any worse, you tell yourself.

You submit your revised paper a minute after midnight. And, apparently, by your professor's standards it's late. He gives you half credit. It hardly raises your grade. If anything, it lowers it a few points.

Like a bad song on repeat, you find yourself in his office yet again. And like before he proposes the same fix: coffee and revision. Stupidly, you agree to another weekend spent in discomfort. It's for the sake of your grades. It's for the sake of your scholarships. It's for the sake of your future, so you can sacrifice slivers of your sanity.

You have to if you want to pass.

- - -

Though it feels like you're improving in his class, your grade does not reflect this. You're not sure how many more coffee dates you can take. You're not sure how many more Please. Call me Azuls you can take. You're not sure how many fleeting touches you can take, each one seeming more invasive than the last. You hold your tongue and swallow disgust because your grades are in his capable hands. You need good grades. You need to pass. You need to, you need to, you need to.

You're in his office again, but this time your resolve has shattered and you're crying. You hate every moment of this. You hate feeling so cornered. Most of all, you hate how empty the building gets at this time of day.

"I don't know what you want anymore," you admit in a broken whisper. "I'm trying so hard. I've revised paper after paper, I've discussed everything over coffee, and I've done my best to improve. I listen and take notes. I ask questions. I'm never distracted. I always study the material. So what am I doing wrong? What am I supposed to do to pass? I can't lose my chances at being considered for certain scholarships..."

Professor Ashengrotto wears sympathy like it's a counterfeit of a luxury scarf. It almost fools you, but then he's rising from his seat, crossing the distance to the door, and you know his care stems from something else. Something wicked and foul.

"I'm sorry to hear you're struggling. I'm here to help, but I can't help if you aren't willing to put in enough time to submit good work—and submit it on time, might I add. This is a team effort, after all."

But I am putting in enough time! you want to say, but the words won't come. Your throat is closing up, raw and ragged from sobbing.

"If you're so concerned, I can offer you an alternative." His voice has dropped dangerously low. You don't dare turn around to face him. You can't when you hear the door shut and lock with an ominous click. "This deal is a double-edged sword. It will hurt both of us should the wrong people catch wind of it."

His shoes click out steady steps against the linoleum. He bends down to view you, hunched and horrified, in your chair. "But you're smart, so I know I can count on my little honor student to keep their pretty mouth shut." He smiles a sharp, nasty smile and draws back, leaning against his desk with his arms folded primly over his chest. "So let's help each other. Team effort, after all."

"P-Professor Ashengrotto, I don't think this is...appropriate."

He quirks a brow at you, and his normally soft, powdery hues are dark and stormy. "You want to pass, don't you? I could fail you right here, right now. Take one step out of this office and you'll never know success in any of my classes ever again." The light must have drained from your eyes because he chuckles again, tutting softly. "Don't make that expression. I'm not cruel. I'm giving you an opportunity to improve your grades. If I were you, I'd take it."

You weigh your grades and your integrity. Is the former really that important? You can survive one failure, right? Anything would be better than this horror. Anything would be better, right? So why are you hesitating?

You stare at your lap and, very quietly, ask, "What is it you want?"

"Get on your knees and put that smart mouth of yours to work. If you're good, I might consider giving you extra credit."

It's for the sake of your grades, so you have no choice.

[waxxencapri]

Shmilk is releasing at the same time I need to turn in a very important test that I need to 100% or else I have to redo the entire semester and I think that sense of dread is very immersive! Feels like I am walking up the tower looking for the beast binding spell myself!

[lunar-antlion]

(tldr at the end)

just came out as trans to my therapist. This is the first time in my life i have actually ever spoken these words out loud. It's a truth i only recently fully accepted but have known basically my entire life.

I'm not gonna have a big coming out bc this is for me. My main goal is gonna be getting on hormones, I already contacted my local lgbtqia+ association for all necessary information on getting hrt in my country..

so that's a big fucking step wtf, love it though idk had to get completely baked after that therapy session and am still as of writing this so excuse the rambling.

my preferred pronouns are still they/them

anyways whatelse happened recently..

I was on vacation in berlin and it was so great. nobody knew me there so the freedom of being a complete stranger in such a queer city was eye opening - hence the "me accepting myself and starting to finally transition and stuff" thing afterwards.

Got a new haircut at LaBarBer✨ (queer barbershop in berlin)

Uni started and while i'm writing this "next semester" from ToP is playing wtf

anyways uni started and it's way less stressful as i expected and even though i have to redo the third semester, i'm only doing like six or seven classes this semester, because i did the others and the hospital hours for itlast year. idk if that makes sense btw.

tl:dr

Vacation in berlin:✨

Uni started: chill

me: 🏳️‍⚧️

[simsreaper]

Hiatus Announcement(long post sorry!! I like to yap) (TLDR at the bottom)

Hey yall, is it too late to say happy new year?? 🤨 I'm going on hiatus for some time, not entirely sure how long tbh. I've been wanting to fix my game and do a whole cc clean out of both mods and cc(especially cc) and give my game a good refresher so it can run good and decent and making playing it enjoyable. The simulation lag I experience sometimes pisses me off. I've also been playing a lot of sims 2 for the past 2 months and recently got back into sims 4 after updating the game and my mods so if you still want to see me active, feel free to check out my tagged blogs in my pinned post. I will still be posting on this account here and there(aka reblogging other people's posts) but I won't be doing any posts of my own until I'm satisfied with the state of my game.

I also want to add that I am officially retiring all my saves EXCEPT FOR THE HIX CHALLENGE, I literally can not abandon Pandora like that and I love her and the kids way too much. I'll most likely end up adding another save(JUST ONE, I SWEAR IT), it'll probably be a random legacy challenge.

Unfortunately, I'm most likely retiring my story saves, Wild Wild West and New Plum Grove, either forever or for the definite future. I wanted to work on the storytelling and plan them both out better and also make poses of my own that fit my stories better but never got around to spending time to do that so those will definitely not be coming back anytime soon(or ever???). My BACC is most likely going on hiatus but Cosmic Legacy and DITFT are definitely being retired, I am just bored with those saves and it's been quite some time so I don't think the energy is coming back for those. Maybe in the future I'll restart them.

I've also been wanting to redo my editing style for posts to be similar to how I edit my sims 4 gameplay and also how other simmers edit their sims 3 & 4 gameplay so expect when HIX comes back that it'll look a bit different in posting style than before.

I'm also back in school now and it's my last semester so I'm definitely going to be pretty busy and have low energy for going cc shopping and doing mod updates...but I'm going to hope that I'll be back by the end of the year! Fingers crossed!

TLDR: Going on hiatus for an indefinite time, I'll still be active on this blog with reblogging posts. My game needs the biggest refresh ever and I'm starting over with CC and some mods.

[beartitled]

Bear i genuinely need to know if you are on 15 coffees. How did you do that so detailed and nice????? How did you nake it so cool???? How do you have the talent and motivation???? How long did you draw to achieve this godly skill???

💕💞❤️💖💕Awwwww thank you 💕❤️💖💕💞❤️

Fun fact I actually don’t drink coffee (😨*shocked audience sounds*😨) or at least drink it very rarely, I dunno it just makes me more sleepy? for some reason? which is hilarious in this context

Hehe man I need to concentrate, but I can’t stop smiling

I’m very happy that people actually liked my picture book, it legit sends me away because it’s a personal project which took a ton of effort

Like fan arts, megadrawings, fan comics those are also mean a lot and made with love, but this project feels like showing a part of your soul

And when you see people actually enjoying it- just- ❤️💕💖💞💕❤️*ecstatic bear noises*💕❤️💖💕💞💕 *happy tiny jumps*💖💕❤️💕💖💞💖

(oki lemme put all my thoughts under read more, bc I didn’t expect to write that much 💥)

Answering the questions

I just love detailed stuff✨ Plus when you work on something for a long time, you can kinda think of something or subconsciously add even more visual details

Motivation comes from just a wish to finish something most of the time

When I work on big projects (that take months for example) I tend to go into 💪grind💪 state, where you just dedicate your entire time to making something

It a very interesting thing, because your life literally becomes this project for a few months, you wake up with a goal and make your day as productive as possible (after I finish something I can have a mini crisis, like wait this thing is over, wait I can do something different.. no I NEED A PURPOSE 💥💥💥 *aggressively starts yet another comic*)

Also I feel like uni played a major role in my productivity rate, bc you can have multiple projects in one semester and plus to that an assignment that just adds on every week

Imagine like inktober, but you decided to take 5 more prompt lists and every drawing you make is criticised by professor (so you need to make edits or redo your entire work)

This type of constant pressure just kinda makes you a different person in a way, at least it was my experience with it

And how much time (hehe don’t make me blush it’s not godly 👉👈), well entire life basically + almost 4 years of uni

Also wanted to say for people who are starting or just feel overwhelmed by other artists skills:

🫵Everyone starts with crappy pony drawings 🫵 (at least I did) (man if I ever find my first drawings I will show them)

The funniest thing is, I started drawing not because I wanted it to be good or to impress people

I just wanted a pony picture 💥 in a funky dress 💥💥 and my mum said “I’m tired of drawing horses for you, go do it yourself” 💥💥💥 and I did 💥‼️💥‼️💥💥

A lot of people chuckled at me bc the drawings were crappy, but I didn’t care 💥📣🗣️I’m the one holding a paper horse in a dress, not you 💥📣🗣️

So like, don’t sweat it, no art is bad – you put effort, you made it, it’s already worth attention and love

The idea of “good” is flawed and very vague anyway

The feeling of doubt is also normal, everyone has it time to time, without it we wouldn’t be able to improve

Just don’t let those thoughts consume you: appreciate your work and yourself 🫵❤️

Anyway thank you for this ask, it’s very sweet of you ❤️

Makes me incredibly happy that someone likes my stuff 🥺❤️💕💖🥺❤️💞

[lastbluetardis]

Not to be all crotchety boomer on main, but why are college students so… wussy?

They’re complaining that they need to remember everything from the entire semester for their final exam, and I’m just like yeah that’s how it works sweetie.

And they’re asking for all sorts of extra credit and I’m just like no I don’t offer extra credit and no you can’t redo the exam you got a 30% on and yes I still expect you to remember everything I asked you to memorize from September and no you cannot redo the homework you never did.

Like wtf bro. I’m not even ten years removed from my undergraduate days and I would never have dreamed of whining about my grade or my performance to my professor. What the fudge has happened??

[chlorophylliccoyote]

I have no energy left today, and I have to do classes that I don't have the energy for. I wish there was a way for me to do the finals for these classes in July, when I would have the actual energy for them, but no all I get is fucking manager speak when I say I can't come into class today. I don't want to redo an entire fucking semester, nor do I want to waste the work I've already put into these classes. However I also want to do something called live my damn life, and also to not have to undergo chest pains as a part of my education.