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Minecraft Music Pack

Currently working on a resource pack that adds in new music to Minecraft, replacing all of the music already in the game.

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Sweet Tuesday comp out

I put out the comp, some of y'all's favs might not be on there, but my favs are (it's called "For The Fans") because I had to make myself put it out. That's all for Sweet Tuesday and this is the last time I'll speak about it.

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Groundwork of Evangelion

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Hey! Big fan of your music in Sweet Tuesday especially Once Again and All I See Is You! I've noticed that your music has seemingly vanished from both Spotify and Youtube and was wondering what was up? Also is there any other place where I can listen to your music because you're definitly one of my top favorite bands and I'd really hate to be unable to ever listen to your music ever again.

I apologize to the fans for this as I know this may hurt, but the Walten Files and Sweet Tuesday have become very triggering for me. I'm putting out a compilation album of my fav Sweet Tuesday songs but besides that, the pain they make me feel is too great for me to tolerate. I have more projects that I'm working on; however, I'd prefer to keep them private and away from TWF and Sweet Tuesday circles since (as previously stated) they're very triggering and stressful for me. I appreciate all of y'all's concern but there are plenty of archive channels set up where you can hear my music and I don't mind one bit if you guys download it for offline use. I also know there's an upload of The Showstoppers album and I encourage y'all to use that as well.

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Guilt Inhibits Progress

Hi! I know I haven't posted here in a while but I just wanna remind everyone that it's important that you WORK to be better and you have to WANT to be better before you can ever expect people to see that you've changed. When I was a young I used to mimic iDubbbz's racist behavior with my white friends under the guise of being "edgy". This is still something I look back on and not only cringe but feel a deep sense of remorse over. I apologize for this awful behavior and the pain that I caused with said behavior. Apologizing is exactly what you need to do to start on the path of being better; however, guilt is the opposite of what you need to move on from your past behaviors. Guilt isn't necessarily a horrible thing, in fact it shows that you regret the hurt you caused and what problems you may have been the source of; but it is important for you to move on from that guilt and move into a stage of hard work and action to grow from the harm you caused in the past. I have a gift for music and love teaching music, so I have been using my skills in that regard to help amplify the voices of artists of color that I know. That's how I have found my way of repaying my debt for the pain I caused in my youth. I just want you to know that the most important thing is first UNDERSTANDING the pain you may have caused. ESPECIALLY if it was racist behavior or any other bigoted behavior. Understand the pain that you caused, (ESPECIALLY as a white person like myself who will never understand the pain of racism [also in this case FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING LISTEN TO WHAT BIPOC ARE SAYING]), then APOLOGIZE GENUINELY (no excuses, you know what you did and you need to tell the truth before anyone is ever going to believe you've changed), and then finally DO BETTER, reflect on what you can improve upon and do that, and then once you've gotten yourself worked out, work on doing things which can make up for the shitty things you did before. People can and will change over time, and some people will do shitty things, but wallowing in misery over getting called out for such mistakes only seeks to make things worse for those you hurt. (EDIT: Also for God's sake if you're a celebrity, content creator, or public figure, don't whine about cancel culture and actually TRY to be a (big shocker) GOOD INFLUENCE ON YOUR FANS)

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oMGG

eva manga doodles :’)))

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caretaker

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I’ve come to a conclusion

I really do not like JRPG’s

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his eyes pops up when he eats an emzyme

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The Hedgehog’s Dilemma

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i like his smile

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Watching Days Like These, an attempt at adapting That 70s Show to UK audiences that got cancelled after only eight episodes (they shot 13 but only aired 10). I also wonder if they remade the episode “Eric’s Buddy”, notable for having the first on screen mlm kiss on major network television.

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Midnight

   I couldn't make myself grab to turn the knob. So instead, I'd get up and walk to the door, only to feel the fear come across my neck and spine, forcing me back to my bed. I groaned to myself in regret; it was my choice to listen to those stories after all. After a few minutes of staring at the door, I finally worked up the courage to walk up to it again. I felt every hair on my neck stand, goosebumps coming across my legs as a heart-stopping terror came over me. It was not so much the fear of the dark but the fear of what was out there. 

   The bathroom was only a small step from my room. But the chance of something being there was what kept me at bay. I could look under my door and see the darkness on the other side, the surge of nothingness that wrapped under it, my lamp being my protector and keeping it from stretching into the room which had gone from my tomb to my fort of solitude. The eerie melodies of infantile fear penetrated my brain, making it harder to grab the brass-colored knob. 

   For now I continued to sit in my bed, staring at the door. I was trying to rationalize with myself but there was no reasoning. I was scared, scared to death, but I needed to leave. I needed to leave as soon as possible. I couldn't risk it, though; something was there; I just knew it. Sweat was still dripping down my face as I still had goosebumps all over. I reached for the doorknob; the motion of my hand felt as if it took millennia to move. It moved forward inch by inch, slowly creeping its way to the bulbous, brass knob which would open the void of darkness and unseal whatever lay in it. Then a shock of cold, my hand had met the knob. I slowly turned it inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. The keyhole turned as if to show I was turning everything around by doing this. Finally, it met the end, and I heard the soft *click* of the door. I pulled the door back but with no creak to accompany it. There was no noise to interrupt the night as the door crept open. Then blackness, a blackness like no other. A void of emptiness that seemed to span vast for miles on end. I put together the courage and leaned forward, forcing the muscles in my back to poke my head out the door and turn to see what horror would face me. It was the kitchen... The soft light illuminated it and made it glow with a warm light. I looked at it but didn't calm down, I had done this many a night, and each time ended the same way. Looking down the hallway while in the darkness, in the sea of black, in the space of negative light, something looks back at you.