Latest Posts by shepvibe - Page 9

Wish I could juggle

drive through (animated version of THIS snapcube post! :D)

i thought the audio was too silly not to grab hold of my brain and make me make something out of it

Like I just figured out myself, being trans (or at least I’m pretty sure) and now I wanna like talk with people, but like how?

I’m really confused how everyone meets mutual and talks to people. Like I think everyone is super cool, nice, and probably likes to listen to cool music, and I just don’t get it.

I’m really confused how everyone meets mutual and talks to people. Like I think everyone is super cool, nice, and probably likes to listen to cool music, and I just don’t get it.

I know I’ll probably sound dumb, but like how do ya’ll get people to look at your posts? I just cant think of anything funny or true to say. How doth one create jester like posts? 

she woo on my loo till I Roll? is that a thing?

Another Gundham redraw! A three year difference this time :)

Shaved Ice the Sheep

After my last con, I needed a quick little palette cleanser personal project - I love making things for other people, but sometimes you need to make something for yourself! I decided that what I wanted was a little friend to sit up on top of the Color Machine, and the sheep from the logo design felt like a perfect choice. She’s accompanied by dye bottles and a couple little balls of wool, and has a magnet in her base to help her stay steady up on top.

This was a personal piece and is not for sale, but my commissions are currently open and I’d love to talk ideas with anyone who wants to add a felted friend to their world!

jokes that will literally never not be funny to me:

saying “speedrun strats” every time you fuck up

saying “first try” when you’ve tried the thing like 15 times, minimum

I love that I went from saying to myself “Oh! I’ll just go over to twitter to see some artists,” and now here I am regretting even thinking about trying to go to that site.

New D&D magic item just dropped.

mrrrrrrrrrp meow meow meow :3

hey so if you start to see a big exodus here and you’re confused? here’s why, elon literally just killed twitter. unless by temporary he means like, a few hours, this is it for the website legitimately. I’m gonna start using this site even more (sorry for how annoying i’ll get lmao) because advertising on there is effectively dead

God damn I’ve been Owned…

glad to see more people move over or comeback to tumblr from twitter, cause it means I can see their stuff on this website instead of the other one. Like this place a lot more, mostly cause while I don’t talk to people or post very often it feels like a log cabin with a bunch of random people, and not a court room filled with people who could be nice or terrible judging each other over the stupidest things known to man.

HE RUINED MY DREAM JOURNAL!!!

Ｉ ｄｉｄ ｎＡＵＧＨＴｔ！ Ｍｉｓｔｅｒ Ｅｌｅｃｔｉｃ ｓｅｎｄ ｈｉｍ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ   ｐｒｉｎｃｉｐａｌ＇ｓ ｏｆｆｉｃｅ ａｎｄ ｈａｖｅ ｈｉｍ ＥＸｐｅｌＬｅｄ！

hehe :3

Crypt Rat from Old School RuneScape

I can’t allow this to happen.

Part 2

- as the sun comes over the horizon, I come out from my small tent. The fire has died down, and I find myself with a sense of unease, something was wrong. I continue to pack up my camp, and set off towards the city closer to where I am.

Each step was filled with the same feeling of unease that was felt at the camp. Some kind of spell or hex must have been put on me. I walk the path for many hours until a small cart, and bard stop next to me. He ask if I would like a ride, and I except. I sit on the hay bales as the cart shakes and rattles.

A song fills my head as the world around me starts to fade away. I sat there, trying to understand where I have bee cast to. I feel nothing, the world around me feels like I’ve been put into a box, filled with honey. Unable to move, and unable to see the light of the outside. Moments ago I felt fine, and now I’m anything but.

From this post forward I will be describing my gender exploration journey like a fucking game of dnd.

Here let’s start:

- after months of traveling through a fog dense forest, I find myself at the foot of a small hill. Walking up the hill I find myself at a vantage point. 2 cities in eye shot. I look to the sky and notice the sun has started to fall. I make camp for the night, to start my journey in the morning.

SHADOW MOSES INCIDENT ANNIVERSARY

LIKE TO DIE

REBLOG TO ESCAPE WITH SOLID SNAKE INTO THE TUNDRA

IGNORE TO GET KILLED 3 DAYS BEFORE IN YOUR HOME AND IMPERSONATED BY YOUR FORMER BOSS’S CLONE SON

I love questioning who I am constantly, and then think something and google “is it cis to be scared not having a feminine voice?” And still question what I am. I’m either dense or terrified of something.

I think I’m gonna start putting some of my writings on this account, and post a bit more. IDK if it will help, but maybe finding some peeps who like reading, or just show my creativity and stuff will help with me being in my own head. I also like taking photos so here’s a picture of some ducks I saw!

things i have seen/experienced working in a toy store:

• a customer asking me if boys like coloring

• a customer telling her daughter she can’t give out ice cream stickers for party favors because there will be boys there

• an older couple laughing about how there’s a pink toy sword because a boy would never play with a pink toy sword (because i guess boys can’t like pink and girls don’t play with toy swords. also it wasn’t even pink it was red lol)

• a customer refusing to buy a snail robot kit for his nephew because it was “too cute for a boy”

• a customer sharply reminding me she was buying a gift for a boy when i suggested play food

• a customer telling her daughter she needed to pick a different birthday card for her friend because the one she chose had a pink envelope (her friend was a boy)

• a customer asking what a boy would like for valentine’s day instead of the stuffed dogs she was getting for the girls

• a customer getting upset when my coworker used blue ribbon on a gift bag because the present was for a girl

• a customer saying a toy guitar was “too girly” for her grandson, based only on the fact that the box had a picture of a girl playing with it (the guitar was red with yellow music notes)

but yeah, trans people have some real weird ideas about gender

Important to always reblog stuff like this.

I wanna tell you guys a story,

Not too long ago, my friend Bella came out as aromantic to me, and now I’ve got some things to say.

I was the one who told her what aromantic means, because I was explaining different sexual orientations to her. I remember saying, “Asexualiy is when you have romantic attraction, but no sexual attraction.”

Bella immedently, without missing a beat, asked, “Is there an opposite to that?”

I asked what she meant, and she asked if there was a term for sexual attraction but no romantic attraction. I told her about aromantics. She got weirdly quiet, then excused herself.

Not two weeks later I was heading to my boat. I was supposed to meet Bella and another one of our muteral friends there for a day of fishing.

As soon as I was in earshot, I saw Bella storming off the boat, and our other friend standing there like an idiot. Boi had no idea what was happening.

Anyway, Bella isn’t looking where she’s going and walks smack dab into me. That’s when I realized she was crying. Puffy red eyes, wet cheeks, the whole nine yards… And if you know anything about Bells, she does not cry. Ever.

She’s been through some serious crap in her life, and she does not cry. She’s tough as nails. Bella has a steel core. She does not not cry. I’ve seen her fall off a roof and break her arm before, not a single tear. I can’t stress this enough, Bella. Doesn’t. Cry.

So seeing her in tears shook me. I took her by the shoulders and escorted her somewhere more private where we could talk. We ended up in the women’s restroom, which was weird as fuck for me, because haven’t been in a woman’s rest room for years. Luckily it was empty, and I’m realistic, I know I don’t pass so well, so I don’t think anyone would have said anything anyway.

Before I can even ask her what’s wrong she hugs me around my middle and burys her face in my hoodie. Then, in a voice I can only describe as traumatized, she says, “I think I’m broken.”

I’ve never seen her in so much pain, and Bella and I are CLOSE. She’s one of my dearest friends. She’s like my little sister, but if she’s like my sister, our other muteral friend is like her twin. He and Bella have know each other WAY longer, they’re practically inseparable. They come as a pair. They’re a duo. They’re a package deal.

Appearently, said muteral friend asked Bella out and forcefully kissed her. She shoved him off, and told him she’s aromantic, which she only recently figured out. She wasn’t ready to be out, but this muteral friend left her no choice. She tried telling him no, and he didn’t listen. Bella saw no other option.

Quote on quote, this is what he said to Bella. “That’s okay. You just haven’t dated me yet. We’ve been like, unofficially together for years. You’re probably just freaked out that it’s finally going somewhere.”

After that I’m not 100% clear on what happened, but apparently Bella kept saying no Nd trying to explain herself, but he kept insisting he could ‘fix her.’

Eventudally she started crying and stormed away. That’s when I found her.

Keep in mind, this was her first experience coming out, and her best, closest friend insisted he could fix her and forcefully kissed her. I found out later he also implied corrective rape would ‘solve the problem.’

Bella was traumatized. She’s still traumatized. I tried to make her feel better by buying her an aro pride shirt, and taking her go a local LGBTQ+ hang out. I wanted her to be around like minded people, so she could see she wasn’t broken, and her identity deserved to be respected.

Instead of a warm, welcoming environment… The first thing someone said to her was, “This place is for REAL lgbt people. You don’t belong here.” He also implied she wasn’t human.

Just think about that for a minute. Her first experiences with being an out aromantic have been limited to;

A person she trusted more than anyone forcing himself upon her, claiming she was ill, and needed to be fixed. (Raped.)

Sobbing in my arms in the women’s restroom because she thought she was broken and defective.

Being told she wasn’t welcomed in LGBTQ+ spaces and called inhuman.

This isn’t what I want for her. Bella deserves better than this. She needs a support system, not all this crap. I’ve spent the past week trying to undo all the damage exclusionists, arophobes, and people she trusted did.

Aromantics and asexuals belong in the LGBTQ+ community. You literally cannot change my mind.