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@socially-awkward-pancake

this is just a side account :///

ok!! so, felt like i should put this ✨info✨ in a post so i don’t have to keep saying it

-this is my reblog blog

-it also technically my main

-the blog i use as my main is @drowning-seahorse

-i have 7 (seven) blogs! one was gonna be my main but accidentally turned into reblog place 2 ( @socially-awkward-pancake) and then there are two blogs for me and my friend’s mechsonas ( @the-crew-of-warren and @ralphie-the-wrench-frog ) the other two (as far as you’re concerned) don’t exist💚 /lh

-(aka, old and embarrassing)

Throwback thursday to when I was like 12 and I was putting out new writing DAILY...... Like entire Chapters of my then-current wips just, over an afternoon. What the fuck was I on

Nobody:

Me, age 12, just started drinking coffee:

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I drew 14 pictures during the day, and wrote 32 pages a night. Now I can’t do shit.

A huge part of this is because you've gotten better! And now, when you're drawing/writing/doing whatever creative task, you're not just mindlessly throwing thoughts at your paper, you're thinking as you do it. Children can churn out a lot more work because it's not yet refined, but when you're older and have more practice, you work with all these thoughts running through your head about form and shape, color palettes or word choice. Now, you're making a dozen decisions with every moment of work, and you're also questioning the decisions you've just made, wondering if you can do it better. Don't beat yourself up about producing less work now than you did back then, because every sentence or shape involves a lot more effort for you now, than it did when you were ten and brand new to this hobby.

Also you have a job now and the never-ending bullshit that is laundry and dishes and feeding yourself.

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This is fascinating and I love the part with the mushrooms and the worms if this really works but my favorite part is that we spent decades like “oh no....oil is soaking into fur and feathers....if only we had something that could soak up all this oil”

do you mean fingering (yarn weight) or fingering (instrument hand position) or fingering (nsfw) or fingering (mispelled potato)

the truth is this post was originally inspired by that time when i, a clueless aroace, tried to explain my struggles with fingering and tonguing to a non-clueless non-musician, and they were just like... bro what

One time my teacher took my sheet music and wrote "CLIMAX" right where. Well. Where the climax of the piece was. And I wasn't allowed to laugh. How cruel.

IN ALL CAPS. 😭. He felt like I wasn't doing enough there and really wanted to drive home his criticisms.

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do you have a nemesis named boottea?

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I feel like Light Yagami trying to answer this

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*dark shadowed closeup of eyes* Can't say yes because that's not funny. If I say no then it is an invitation for someone to create a parody blog. If someone creates a parody blog then I will be able to banter with them, but if shit goes south I may be culpable for any fallout. Do I make a quip about how Boottea sounds like booty? No, far too pedestrian. Do I invent a false backstop and run with the joke? No, I will fall flat. I could ignore the question, but I do like the creativity and think it needs to be rewarded with an engaging response. Am I overthinking this? Should I just leave it? No, then they will know I had nothing. I cannot quit now. It is no longer about the response itself: its about sending a message. So, what message do I send? Something relatable, which sidesteps an actual response. A meme, perhaps. Something that says, "I'm awkward, but in a self-aware way". Jesus, I am overthinking. This is probably how a death note character would plan a tumblr response. Wait

Okay the human fruit-identifying schema that makes us want to shove brightly colored and/or shiny objects into our mouth is hilarious and all but now I want to say consider the possibility of aliens with other dietary needs who don’t get this reflex but not because they don’t have it but because they have this impulse towards different things, so like, two bored coworkers walking around together, one of them points towards a shiny wall lamp,

“is this fruit gummy?”

“-nah, I mean. maybe? maybe if it was clean? it’s not doing it for me.”

“alright I think I’m getting it now.”

the human nods, and points at a bundle of wires, “that’s forbidden lunch though right”

the alien, gravely, “there’s enough voltage in those wires to absolutely kill me and I want to lick it so badly.”

nods. “Forbidden lunch.”

A third coworker who is neither of the first two’s species, “I hate both of you and I hate that you have to have this conversation in the generator.”

pause. “Cranky you can’t eat the uranium rods aren’t you”

“DON’T PULL ME INTO THIS. I PHOTOSYNTHESIZE, LIKE A REASONABLE PERSON.”