Hope you’re all doing fine and having fun working on the KS month that’s happening in August.
Although this post isn’t exactly cheerful it does aim to make your KS shipping time more pleasant.
As you’re probably aware there are ignorant people out there who have been constantly attacking our fandom (especially recently), calling our ship ‘pedo’ even when they’re both consenting adults, often pulling the victim card, blatantly shaming people and calling them names.
I’m going to ask you to please, from now on, block every single person who sends you hate/replies with ignorant shit without even responding. You listen to me now, you don’t deserve to read their bullshit, and they don’t deserve a reply from you whatsoever. You don’t have to waste precious minutes trying to show sense to idiots. I don’t think they have enough brain cells to comprehend what you say anyway, so don’t bother. Unless the person is genuinely curious or is being polite in expressing their opinion, block them.
You’re all awesome and lovely as hell and you deserve all the happiness and good you could possibly get. You don’t deserve to be shamed and bullied for shipping a healthy fictional couple. Please, seriously, block the hell out of them. They shouldn’t be given the time of the day.
Can you help me spread this around? Let’s clean our ship and fandom from toxic trash.
And please, always remember, if you’re having a really tough time and it’s seriously emotionally harming you, please inbox me, I’ll always reply and try to be there for you. We have each other’s backs okay? I got you.
10,000 of you. What the actual fuck. I can’t even picture that in a room! Sorry I’ve been so out of it. I haven’t had a period in three months so I’ve been trying to eat normally, I’ve gained 5 pounds but still nothing. Doctors next week. I’ll try and be more active over the summer, when I intend to continue losing. I’m also just beginning my final year of school (scary I know- I’ll be in college soon!) which means I should really be knuckling down and revising, which isn’t easy when you have thirteen subjects to study for- I’m an overachiever.
I love all of you. Also, I’m thinking about making a YouTube channel, with little animations, you could send in asks, i could give advice, tips, tricks and anecdotes about well literally anything, life advice, weight loss advice and maybe even just school advice.
How To Avoid Drinking Your Paint Water And Other Art Tips
See the coke up there? it’s in totally the wrong place. KEEP YOUR BEVERAGE AT 4 O’CLOCK. or 5, if you’re a leftie. Keep your paint water on your table in front of you, and your beverage off to the side so that you have to physically turn around to get at it. You will teach your brain that Drink Is Over There, Not On The Desk; your coffee will last longer that way, AND YOU WILL AVOID SPILLING IT ALL OVER YOUR WORK.
if you DO spill your drink, cover the page and call it “Organically Dyed Paper” it ain’t coming out, run with it.
Instead of 7-hour continuous playlist, listen to albums so you’re stopping every 40 minutes or so to change the music THEN STRETCH YOU FOOLS.
Alternate caffeinated beverages with non-caffeinated. your hands WILL start to shake if you keep mainlining coffee like that.
get this freaking pencil sharpener. yes, that’s a lot for a sharpener, but this SOB will work forever, won’t eat pencils, and gets you the finest points possible. this has been stress-tested by scientific illustrators and I promise we are the pissisest possible people when it comes to pencil points. Mine it literally 6 years old now. it’s great. (Yeah, yeah, it’s missing from the pic. Have a backup in case of forgetfulness.)
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO ART IN POOR LIGHT. this means both too little AND too much. You eyes, brain and spine will all thank you. This mean making sure you’ve got direct, full-spectrum light indoors (it’ll make laptops and winter easier too, I promise) and wearing sunglasses outdoors.
FUCK PRISMACOLOR PENCILS. The pigment’s good but the binder is brittle and breaks, and the wood is frequently warped. literally 1 in 5 of the last prismacolor pencils I’ve had were totally unusable. Faber-Castel is comparable in price/sometimes cheaper and had very high quality.
like, not shitting on cheap art supplies, because god knows I use them all the time, but pirsmacolors are EXPENSIVE and having the lead snap for the 7369205790235969th time will give you a goddamn stroke.
Remember to Eat maybe????
about every 2-3 hours, get up, leave the room, and do something else for at least 20 minutes. Do the dishes maybe. Gives your eyes and shoulders a break, lets your brain re-set and you’ll be able to see things that Need Fixing when you get back.
FOR FUCKS SAKE, USE REFERENCES. All the greats did, you’ll stress less, and things will look so much better. Just google image the sucker.
srsly eat something. even some cheetos. pls.
ok kids it’s 3AM i’ll think of more in the morning. take care of yourselves.
I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?
oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26.
i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.
things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.
yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.
but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.
at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.
stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.
stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! Like, legit, if you look above you’ll see how many followers I had back in November AND THAT WAS A LOT FOR ME AND NOW JUST A FEW MONTHS LATER REALLY I HAVE SO MANY LOVELY FOLLOWERS AND WONDERFUL PATRONS I FEEL SO BLESSED, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH ;A;
ALSO! As thanks I’ll be setting up a giveaway very soon! :D (Within the next week or so) Please keep an eye out for it ^w^ You will be able to participate if you are a legal adult in the USA :3 THANKS AGAIN!!!
Even if we don’t get a Power Rangers sequel, and you saw yourself on that screen for the first time in a blockbuster superhero movie, I don’t care which Ranger you connected with the most. If it was Billy, or Trini, I don’t care which one of them it was. But if they made you feel like you weren’t alone and that people like you could be superheroes I hope you know that I still love you and you’re still valid, and I hope that someday people will care about diversity and representation the way they claim they do.