#catch you later

[starlight-dazed]

Catch you later, Bil And Ted!

[omnifuneral]

recent posts notwithstanding, i have really been enjoying my hiatus from the internet and i think a lot of you would benefit greatly from one

[chronsart]

Hello, I hope everyone has a happy new year.

I've been gone for a while, so I feel like its important to let people know where I've been, and I felt like maybe this could help someone if they read it.

I've had a rough year. Really who hasn't. I'm certainly not experiencing the worst fate a human could in this time. Even if they're not the same though, everyone faces their own Titan, their own kind of wall. It makes me feel small. But... kind of seeing everyone elses makes it a little easier for me to stand in the shadow of my own.

I've experienced some awful things over the years. Emotional and physical problems, but above all, what may be the worst, is that I've had a terrible relationship with my art and my writing. With everything I've drawn, I've felt as though my work has been nothing but disappointing or largely far from what I want. I've had this large, oppressive wall that makes me feel as though I can't or am unable to express myself the way that I want. I haven't had much faith in myself. Negative in fact. But... things have started to change. So, in 2024, I want to make the difference clear.

Things started changing in me in 2023. Maybe it was in play earlier than that. I had wins and failures, but I was able to pick myself up after those and try again. I felt lost. I looked for purpose, found a job, and a place I thought I might belong, and then lost it. I had done something wrong. It bothered me. But, rather than just stop and feel like this mental block, this wall had moved a little closer- I tried again. I didn't exactly push the wall back just yet. But i started to really look at it, and test the bricks. Take a shovel and really wack em. It didn't really do much at first, but I gave it a shot. At least I was angry. I didn't want to accept this anymore. But I couldn't very well break the wall with a shovel... so I dug a hole instead, beside the wall. I couldn't dig under the wall. It went too far. So I planted a seed inside it. The plant would need light eventually, but all seeds begin in darkness. So I put down my shovel, and I waited.

Towards the later quarter of last year, my life started to change. I had learned many new skills, I solved a few of the problems that were burdening me, and I have begun to feel as though I might be able to move forward. I started wandering into many unfamiliar things in life, and while I was scared at first, I wasn't so much by the time I'd charged through them. Or was dragged through, more like, in some cases. I'm trying my best to get into the swing of things, but the change of pace has left me very tired and I imagine I'll be struggling with that for a while as i adjust. I've still got a ton of bricks to break, and the hammer I made is still kind of heavy, but the wall is coming down.

I started selling plants in the hope that I could have a sort of backup to art. I just needed some distance. (But i also felt like I was running away. I just didn't really want to admit it.) I set up an art business selling plants, and ended up meeting locally with a customer to hand off their plant. Normally, I'd just sit it out and wait for them to show up after all the payment was in order. But, this time they knocked, so I came out to talk for a small bit, and... they ended up buying more plants, what do you know. And then we just started talking about things. Life, what we both did. We were both exhausted trying to keep things going, but we were moving. I mentioned my art on the side... I thought about just leaving it out of the conversation entirely, but it sorta slipped out of me.

This turned out to be the right thing to say. They said that they were opening a gallery. I was invited to be a part of it. After a month or so, we got things going. Yesterday, I was the first artist to have sold their work there. This is the first gallery I've ever been a part of, and it felt really nice to be a part of it and to meet so many other artists and hear their stories.

I realized I've been observing my art through a very dark lens. Yesterday, I was able to see my work through the eyes of other people. Despite all the flaws I saw in my work, other's saw the things they loved in it. And I know its not the first time. There have been plenty of people online who think what i create is cool. I guess I've just been blind to it. In a way I am. Even though I can see the numbers and the hearts, they don't really mean much to me if I can't really see the faces and hear the reactions of the people who see my work and what they innitially think of it, or when they see it in person. Art through a screen just isn't the same as when you hold it in your hands, and behold it in your world. Maybe, that's a good enough reason to start a physical sketchbook.

My art got printed for the first time in years two days ago. When i saw it innitially, laying on this bench, I was a little scared to approach it. I remembered all the flaws in that art, and this coil of anxiety wound up in my chest. But... I saw the look on the face of this person next to me, just genuinely looking at the art for what it was. After a moment, that coil loosened, and all those depressive thoughts slipped away. I remembered then when i was making that art, how I made it. What i wanted to make vs how it turned out. I didn't hit the mark exactly, but I could still appreciate the result. I even remembered the experience of drawing it fondly... and I kind of wished that I'd recorded it. Maybe i could have appreciated it better. I even wanted to create an alternative to that drawing. It felt really nice. It felt relieving. Like I could pick up a pencil again without worrying so much what i was going to create, to do it all over again. I even looked forward to it.

I guess working with my plants helped me figure things out in a weird, round-about way. And even my plants aren't perfect. They've lost leaves, wilted, died, but I've been learning to fix some of the mistakes I'd made. I've even managed to bring some of my plants back from the fucking dead, and I've managed to keep my others alive. Healthy even, thankfully. I do run a plant business afterall, but it took me roughly three years to get decent at growing them. And now I have around 400 plants in my house, and have plans to build a green house, maybe in the spring this year.

My art on the other hand... has just been so rooted into my damaged psyche that I haven't been able to open it up to becoming sustainable, despite people asking me about it. Maybe that will change this year. It feels like I can start to make it so. I want to reach out this year. I want to make people happy, even if I can't see them myself.

So... while I'm still terribly critical of anything I create, I feel like I can forgive myself a little more, and accept as well that while I can't make anything perfect to any degree, I can make a few things that are good and be happy with that. Even if i fail, the most important thing that I do is try again and make something new. Make a few things that I can like, despite what the nagging doubt in my head says.

I really hope that I can come to feel as though I can breathe again and to believe in my art and stories again. Maybe I can allow myself share more freely in the coming year. I feel like its more tangible of a possibility that I can believe in. Already I'm making more art, and more story projects to release. And I'm certainly not perfect, but I'm going to regret not trying just because I was afraid of making a mistake. I've learned, that making a mistake is easy, and getting back up is hard- but staying down hurts so much worse.

Right now, my seed has grown into a lovely little tree. It's reached a little further than my wall now, reaching light over the top that I've begun to see through its leaves.

I hope that the coming year is good to you. But if it isn't, I hope you find the strength you need to make it the best that you can. Maybe, collectively, we will make this year a little easier.

If you find yourself stuck like I have, maybe grow yourself a plant. Even if you're bad at it. Like, even the "I kill every plant I touch" kind of bad. I was there too. Its not something bound in this mystic "talent" people think you're born with when you're suddenly good at something. It's just like art. So, maybe, give yourself a chance. Find one, learn about it. What it likes, what it hates. Add it to your routine, or let it help you to create one. Every new little leaf and flower, is so rewarding to see when they appear. Each new leaf is different, even though its the same plant. Sometimes the first few are a little weird till they get going. And the roots, those are really cool too. They go wherever the water and the food is so that they can help the plant grow better leaves. So they're really good at finding things, even in the dark. They just feel it out. They don't know what it is, but they know its good or bad. They're especially good at finding all those cracks in the bricks that are too dark for you to see. And sometimes, they even break something loose, and let in some light so you can see through to the other side.

[megari9818]

My original character for Splatoon Maria Wilkins.

Species: human

Legally identifies as an inkling

Family: marina and pearl (adoptive moms), Agent 8 (sister), Callie (Wife), Acht(new mom)

Friends: Captain 3 (Best/Closest friend), Cuttlefish, Marie, Agent 4, Sheldon, Neo Agent 3, Shiver, Frye, Big man.

Enimies: Dj Octavio, Octarians, Tartar, Mr. Grizz, Order.

Weapons: Splat-shotgun (self made), inksniper (bolt action charger), Splat bombs, Splatana (an ink katana), heavy splating.

Special weapons: Tempa missiles, Splashdown, killer wail 5.1, Trizooka, Crab Tank.

Occupation: mercenary (formally), Agent 7 of the Squidbeak Splatoon (Currently).

Time-line: 6/12/2037- maria is born. 2047- Becomes a mercenary, 2048- Becomes an alterna resident, 2049- She's Cryogeniclly frozen, 14049(splatoon 1)- is unfrozen and joins the squidbeak splatoon, Early 14050- starts chatting with Dj hyperfresh and mc. Princess, late 14050- starts dating Callie, pearl and marina get married and adopt maria, (splatoon 2) early 14051- meets Agent 4, (Octo expansion) late 14051- meets Agent 8, and meets her mom's in person, 14053- Maria and Callie get married, 14054- Craig retires and Agent 3 Becomes Cap'n 3, 14055- maria "retires" from the squidbeak splatoon, (Splatoon 3) early 14056- meets Neo Agent 3, Shiver, Frye, and Big man, (Side Order) late 14056- joins her family on a new mission, Early 14057- pearl and marina marry Acht.

Real names of the Agents (my AU): Trace (Cap'n 3), Ash (Agent 4), Ocho (Agent 8), Leo (Neo Agent 3).

[fighting-shadows]

I'm gunna get off for a little bit <3 I'm not feeling too great about myself today.

Between the events which unfolded a few days ago with having my dad saying a bunch of venomous transphobic stuff to me, my birthday sneaking past with only a few people saying anything and my struggle to interact with people today which I'm sure must be a tumblr bug (thanks tumblr devs, love the new bugs and difficulty getting to my drafts) I'm not feeling amazing and think I might need to give myself a bit of space. I'll try again once the bug has sorted itself out <3 I know a couple of people saw that last post which I tested to see if it was tumblr being fucky but I get the idea it's not being seen by many people which brings me to conclude its tumblr being a buggy mess lol.

[evilhorse]

Almost doesn’t cut it, Wonder Woman!

[england-would-fall]

well a cockroach just bumped into my bare foot so I’m off to set myself on fire, nice knowing you all

[sheepnerd]

Say goodbye surfers, this phrase is not just for ewe anymore. 🏄‍♀️

Available for purchase

[mfrance-writes]

Because it's Monday

What did the baseball glove say to the baseball?

Catch you later!

You're welcome.

[selfdiscoverymedia]

24-17. Catch you Later

Sara’s View of Life with Sara Troy, on air from April 23rd Over night sensation that took years in the making. It is funny how we discover people and think they are an over night sensation, were it took years of struggle to get there. My own journey has been twelve years in the making with almost eleven years of my own network. When you think about it, it is more like a lifetime because of all…

[sykotiksonik-in-action]

Yeah after some retrospection, finally realized Tumblr just isn't for me. The site is just too difficult and confusing to navigate for me. If you're at all interested in keeping up with me, though, here's where you can find me!

Blue Sky: bsky.app/profile/sykotiksonik.bsky.social

Twitter (until that cesspool finally burns to the ground): twitter.com/sykotiksonik

YouTube: youtube.com/sykotiksonik

Twitch: twitch.tv/sykotiksonik

Fanfiction.net: fanfiction.net/u/8250362/sykotiksonik

[tea-cat-arts]

More doodles (ft Xianle Trio mostly Feng Xin)

[ghostbsuter]

"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.

Dick stares at him. "Huh."

"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.

"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.

Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—

Huh.

"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.

Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."

Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.

In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."

And Dick understands.

Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.

"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."

Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."

[itsajollyjester]

Family Portrait

The only family he has.

[bixels]

Why the hell, shit, you damned bastard son of a bitch

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))