Pan6ual Speaks - Tumblr Posts

It's difficult for me to express that I'm not "super happy and totally fine" sometimes, so for anyone else who has similar troubles, I can only hope that if you see this, it helps in some way.

I'm no professional; I just post things.

Afternoon.

Tbh had these desks in HS, and they put me straight to sleep.

I don't drink but... for those that do.

I used to have this mentality or something similar. I realized most people in my area aren't looking to go on a date. Their definition of what a date is isn't what my definition of a date is. I guess I'm in a different lane than some of the people in my age group because, to me, a date is going somewhere together, being together, getting to know each other in person, getting a vibe for the person, a physical vibe of how they are in person versus how they act online. Doesn't need to be fancy or highly priced. We could easily walk at the local park or Graveyard and spend time.

Sorry, random morning rambles.

Wayyy too relatable.

Ahh, the ADHD math kicks in.

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The math is mathing.

These are shark week moods 100%

Ok, hear me out on this one.

If you visit my Tumblr in full, you'll see a Tumblr theme that's no longer available.

(Unless you find another blogger using the same old theme?)

8 years... I should be "Finally free," but it's not easy leaving an unsafe, unhealthy relationship.

It'll all get better with time.

"Softly spoken, yet powerful words, they whispered 'I hope...' under their breath, holding onto the belief that their dreams of peace will one day become a reality." -Pan6ual

"Every morning is a new opportunity to start fresh and leave yesterday's mistakes behind. So, I apologize for any hurtful words I may have spoken before my morning cup of coffee." -Pan6ual

Early afternoon/Late morning?

I wasn't the biggest fan of this particular Disney movie, but I love all of them. The 1950s Freaky Friday movie is incredible. I highly recommend it... if you haven't seen it. It's on Disney+ and Amazon Prime!

Here's a thing I made but haven't uploaded until now.

I was in my 'Shakespearean Era' emotions, and then I did that.

I thought about sharing some of my writing, but I've got this weird fear that it'll get stolen. I mean... It's not like people haven't stolen my work before and tried to pass it off as their creations.

I've had photography, artwork, and writing of mine all stolen from me where other people have claimed it as their own work, and I've had to come forward many times with the timestamps and proof. Fortunately for me, what I photograph has timestamps, dates, and locations too. I take photographs the day/night of my artwork competition and progress, which contain all of the above as my photography does, and I do the same for all of my writing in my notebooks.

I'm happy with my system, it works for me.

@lilmissrantsypants

THIS WOULD BE SUCH A CUTE WAY TO TEACH THE LITTLE ONES.

I made a gif to express how I feel. Hehe.

💜 What are Gender Buddies?

Gender Buddies are critters based on different genders! They come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, and have many different abilities. All of them have some kind of elemental alignment and can range from very common to very rare. Please see the Info page to get all the details!

💜 Are they friendly?

These critters are known to seek out friends and allies depending on their friendship level (FRND) but all of them are considered pacifistic and their “abilities”, even the elemental ones, don’t do any damage. Their power level (PWR) is higher depending on how rare they are, but let’s consider “power” to actually mean “strength of heart” more than physical strength.

💜 Can I request a Buddy?

Yes! After completing the “base 120”, I can now start taking requests for new Buddies or even different versions of Buddies to be made (such as a critter in the colors of an alternative flag design.)

💜 Is this a Pokemon knockoff?

Not at all! I made sure to keep this as far from that franchise as possible. The abilities are all non-offensive and not considered “attacks”, the elements are unique to this project (at least as much as possible), and the names of the critters are not based on anything but the exact name of the gender they represent. Also, you can’t catch or evolve them! (Yet…)

💜 What else should I know?

Please refer to all Buddies with it/its pronouns and remember that they only represent genders, so they aren’t necessarily the genders they represent!

More info below the cut:

Keep reading

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqywz5yh2g0

Mental: Part 1

-MENTAL: PART 1- In the dim light of a trembling heart, where whispers cling like shadows, haunting me louder than laughter, I tread the twisted corridors of my mind— a fractured mosaic of misfits, stitched together by the restless threads of insomnia and doubt. Each heartbeat echoes, a relentless reminder of unvoiced truths sprawled across the silence, like confetti scattered in the wind, only to be drowned by the biting critiques, their barbs cutting deeper than wounds, inflicted by cruelty’s hand.

In crowded spaces, voices twist into mumbles, a cruel symphony, suffocated beneath the tide of my own isolation. Oh, how I crave clarity in a world shrouded in fog and uncertainty; my body, a fragile fortress, betrays me, sensitive to the world’s offerings, a parade of foods I must forgo, colors that elude my grasp, while the weight of iron deficiency sinks into my skin, fragile as the rain-soaked paper.

Celiac stalks through my veins, an uninvited ghost dragging a tapestry of sorrow, my dreams served cold and untouched. Each meal is a battleground, forged from the web of allergens, a gamble with my very essence. Tormenting faces follow me— soured laughter, mocking glances, their jeers weaving through my psyche like a haunting melody of defeat, reminders of their power over my skin, of battles raged unseen.

The screen glows with their venom, a litany of malice, tainting trust, ghosts of relationships mutated by cruelty, their whispers trap me in a hall of mirrors, each reflection heavy with despair, each click a knife that pierces my heart.

I write to shatter the silence, to weave the threads of my fragmented self into a vivid tapestry— an anthem of survival, a battle cry against the noise. This is not merely my story; it is a flicker of countless unspoken battles, an ode to the strength buried deep within, a reminder that amidst the chaos, we are the architects of our quiet rebellion, stitching together a symphony of resilience, crafting beauty from the noise of existence. -A.K

Compiling all my poetry, working on a book.

This could be my second book, hopefully within a few years, it'll be completed as a first draft.