Can We Please Stop Romance-coding The Phrase “in Love” That Would Be Great Thanks

I was absolutely crushed last night because I never really actually thought people would take it personally. That’s my fault. I thought, you know, I’m getting so much hate, surely they have to see it’s not personal. It’s not personal. Surely they can understand I’m angry and panicking. I don’t know. I probably wasn’t thinking clearly. 

The point is, it was wrong. I was wrong. I feel awful that so many people, especially young people, felt like they were bad people for being fans. And that I did that. Even if it’s not my fault in an academic sense, it’s still my fucking fault. I said it. I’m older, people look up to me. I know I have a responsibility. I didn’t think past my own pain enough to realize it. I was angry because I was being attacked for everything, and I was just labeling all of it as hate against me without having the strength to see any gray areas.

But goddamn. I am not a liar. I am not a cold, evil cult figure manipulating people for sympathy. I do not deserve the abuse I get. 

There is no nice way to be abused. There is no pretty way to endure it. You are hurting because someone else wants you to be hurting.

What a horrible fucking lesson to teach women—that you have to be nice so your pain is believed. That you have to be appealing. That you have to be positive.

Fuck that this is ugly. I’m ugly. 

I’m trying to be good in a situation I didn’t ask to be in. I’m a goddamn wreck.

I want to apologize to people I’ve hurt by generalizing. You deserve to enjoy things. But I deserve to be listened to. Not erased.

I often get asked how to create compelling creature designs based on real world animals. So here are my 🔥hot🔥 tips- 1.) Draw inspiration from as many organisms as possible. I always use a minimum of three. This keeps any one feature from being too prominent in your final design. 2.) Try to focus on indistinct aspects of your inspiration, like posture, or the shape of their spine/head/limbs. Don’t replicate any part of the original animal’s body completely.  3.) Choose a variety of organisms as your inspiration. A tiger and a lynx might seem like a cool combo, but your resulting neo-kitty might not stand out against other more inventive designs. 4.) Have fun! The rules of biology are your playground, and you can disregard the limits of reality as you please. A good example is in the mirroring of the fins on the second creature. Doubling limbs or other body parts to create visual flair or complexity is A-Okay! I did the same thing with the claws in the final frog-trex-crab, exaggerating the shape and symmetry of its claws. Creature design is an excuse to explore and experiment. Don’t hold back. That’s all I got for now! Suggest three animals that you think would make a good combo, and I’ll try to create a creature based on them.  Follow me on Instagram for more monsters!!

listen, I’m not the biggest fan of kids but if a child looks at me then you bet I’m gonna smile back at them. kids deserve to experience the world as a kind and safe place to explore okay.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

…what is this thing?

whoa we’re half way there

we opened at 11 this morning. i watched an old man literally pry the fucking sliding doors open at 10:43 and stand there just staring into the empty store and my coworker & i were like sir. for the love of fuck