Who decided that in every instance where you're counting, the end is 100 (sound volume = 100, math in school = 100, percentages =100), only to be like "nOo! Not time though! Time is 60! 60 seconds, 60 minutes, are all 60"!
Because I hate you, see me after class.
I think it’s important to remember that executive dysfunction doesn’t just apply to doing chores (work, cleaning, etc). It also makes it difficult to engage with your hobbies.
Some people don’t seem to understand that when I say that I don’t have the motivation to do something that I have said I want to do, it has nothing to do with not being interested enough in said thing. It is just that my brain is not allowing me to do it even though I want to.
hi, you can call me aster.
I really like your style, so i wanted to do a request: can you draw shadow training silver?
🤔🤔!
For this Disability Pride Month, I saw a post that was shittybad and it made me angry. So have this
update: the reason my house flooded (someone broke a sewer pipe) isn't the only reason. Apparently there's at least 8 different houses in my neighborhood that got hit with water damage one way or another. The city is gonna have a fun time trying to pay for all that.
Still. My house is up there in terms of the who suffered the most severely from this game.
So... My house flooded. At least my basement, where my room is.
I'm not going to go into details, because Internet privacy and all that, but the fanfics I'm working on, I'll either publish faster, or much, much, slower. I'll do my best to keep you updated :(
I really love your story and the dynamic you've created with Shadow and baby Silver. It's soo cute it gives me the warm feels ❤️❤️❤️
Aww thank you! My life is really stressful and chaotic, so it's been my main form of escapism, but love writing and I really want other people to enjoy it as much as I do, so I'm really glad you're enjoying it! <3
Plus, I think everyone needs more fluff right now
Btw, new chapter coming soon-ish? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I definitely had a serious struggle switching from Wattpad, where people seemed to constantly care about your fic and you a lot to ao3 where everything about it was better and bigger and more professional...
But no one seemed to care.
Even if they did care, it didn't feel like it because I was never given any feedback. And if I'm going to be perfectly honest, the crisis of not knowing whether the hundreds of hours I've spent on something actually positively affected people is hitting me all over again. And it feels a lot like the isolation of quarantine leaking into my escape circles. Except this time, I sunk hours and hours and my whole heart into trying to reach out and enjoy things with others only for the response to be silence.
No one reblogs on tumblr anymore.
No one leaves comments on Ao3 anymore.
Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.
Reblog a post so other people can see it.
Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.
I had a similar experience with wheelchairs. If you aren't in one, you don't really look to see if things are wheelchair accessible. You assume that most places aren't ablest, and that's fair. But once I needed a wheelchair, I discovered how many buildings, and drinking fountains, and doors, and walkways, that just. Don't bother accommodating. And it broke my heart.
I hear stories where my dad makes people so happy everyday, because he knows almost enough sign language to call it the bare minimum. He can kind of talk to them, and that shouldn't be a rare occurrence.
first of all, thank you for spending your time, seldom acknowledged and definitely deserving of a compensation you are not receiving, to entertain us. i’m speaking on behalf of more than just blind readers, but everyone. you’re sick as hell.
i’ve summoned you to provide some information you may not already know. i know a lot of you like fonts. especially those who cross post their work on wattpad. i admire any and all acts of aestheticism to a degree, and can understand the desire to use them. (blind folk, sorry y’all. momma’s making a point.) 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, it’s cute. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 is a little cuter to me, if i had to choose. or maybe 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?
now, sighted folk: if you’re on mobile, i implore you to participate in a little exercise for me. select this text and scroll through all the copy/paste/define/‘search the web’ options until you get to the speak portion. if you need to change a setting for your phone to do so, would you mind? i’d really appreciate it.
please make your phone read aloud part of my post, and be sure to include any bits with those super cute fonts. 𝕚’𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕚 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕤 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖.
blind readers do exist, i exist, and i am bound by the same feelings of dogged longing that make other sad horny bitches read angsty, smutty, father-wounded nonsense.
thanks for making it this far. i really hope my sincerity is being conveyed, reading makes me so happy and i’m not the only person on this app who relies on accessibility settings more often than not. do with this information what you will, and have the day you deserve!
Shadamy week - Day 2: Sick Day
This one is really short. I'm probably going to make it longer at some point, but I'm good with its length for now. I also don't enjoy working things that I feel like everyone else has written well already, so I played with the trope. Enjoy!
The first day was the scariest. He might've been more scared than she was. She was still sleepy from it all in the passenger seat, while he was desperately trying not to break the steering wheel from how hard he clenched it.
Once they were home he gently picked her up-again, trying not to hold her tighter than he needed to-and brought her into their house.
"It's... funny..." she muttered. "I think... I think you're more scared of this whole... surgery thing than I am."
"That's... not innacurate," he admitted. He was more then scared. He was petrified. After all those years of watching test after test after test for Maria, and none of them ever seemed to help. Sometimes they tested normal. How did that make any sense!? If she's in pain then clearly something wasn't normal!
"Silly Shadow," Amy muttered, bringing him back to reality. "I'm absolutely...ly fine."
"You don't sound it," he said with a small smile. "Not when you talk like that." He didn't waste any more time, he set her on the couch. "How do you feel?"
She hesitated. "Sleepy... tired... less nausous. Half my stomach hurts."
"That is the part they worked on." She nodded. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"...Yeah, but I don't want you to move me again."
"Okay."
"But I want you to stay here."
"With you?"
"Mmm. Sleep here. With... me."
He glanced at the cough next to her. "Doesn't seem too comfortable."
"I don't care. If you donnn't be here, with me. You'll go inta your room and, and, and..."
"'And' what?"
"Shut up, I'm finding the word." She was quiet for a moment. "Catastrophize."
"... You know me well." She grinned.
"It's my girlish intuition."
It was the best sleep he had the entire week.
Yeah, teeny tiny. But there you go. It's based on the gall bladder removal surgery I got a while back.
Ok, so I WAS going to contact artists individually and privately, but that was before I realized there would be literally hundreds of artists.
The Youtube channel Super Hedgehog Bros is reposting and monetizing art from HUNDREDS of Sonic artists. In 3 videos alone, all posted within the last week, they have used art from over 100 artists. Their channel is monetized, they are making money from views.
100 artists from 3 videos. The channel has over 400 videos posted. They have over 60k subscribers.
If you're a Sonic artist, especially if you make comics, and you don't want your work reposted for someone else's monetary gain then you should probably have a look and consider if you want to do a copyright claim. Maybe let your friends know too, if you know they care about this sort of thing.
It's literally impossible for me to contact everyone about this, I just need to hope this post finds at least some of the people it matters to!
I've always wondered what would happen if you put Shadow the hedgehog in P.T.
The social-anxiety-ridden-author's little pocket dimension
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