System Log - Tumblr Posts
arts and crafts are killing me. badly
Sellin wares at a burlesque show tonight.
And we say we ain't doing nothin good with our life.~
constantly switching between “this is MY tumblr and i post whatever i want” and “oghg god . oh my god. okh god. okay. im going to talk abt. an interest now. im so sorry.”
It's five in the mornin.
Now who decided that was a good idea?!
Time for a well-deserved rest after a long evenin of ghost dick.
Burlesque. We did a ghost routine in Burlesque.
We did not have sex with a ghost.
Time for a well-deserved rest after a long evenin of ghost dick.
I think we'll be ready for the convention by tomorrow.
It's on Sunday.
We didn't plan for this. I'm not sure what to do with ourself now. Usually the ADHD means we're panic packing the night before, so I'm lost.
What is up gamers, it's your favourite boi-turned-girl, coming at you live from the hell-hole known as The Front.
We're so used to algorithms and new age social media putting an instant expiry date on everything you post, that we get jumpscared when old posts suddenly start doing the rounds out of nowhere.
God it's wonderful.
Remember when we drew art?
wild.
I just remembered our fiancée is a cute as fuck bunnygirl and god we are so lucky for that.
I'm gonna marry her.
No co-working today or monday!
We need a rest pre & post convention.
Plus we want to spendtoday relearning how to use a dslr.~ Very exciting to finally have our own camera. Even the crapshoot photos I've taken with it so far look incredibly better than a phone camera. I missed it tremendously.
... Being hit with the sudden burst of inspiration to work on OCs. And it's Friday, which means it's a work-adjacent day at the BRB.
Let's see if this feeling lasts until stream. Then maybe lore work today.
I don't remember the moment we realised we were trans. I don't know if any of us do. I know the feeling we had and a vague knowledge of how it built up to that, but the details are lost...
So many of the details of our entire life are lost.
It's one of those nights where you want to scream to the gods to return what this illness stole. We did not ask to be traumatised. We don't want to forget.
this is just a bunch of text and barely a comic sorry, but i really wanted to talk about this stuff even if i don't have the energy to properly draw
We went to our first singing & acting workshops last night.
On the acting side: We dearly missed performing, and getting to devise and act a short concept just hit in every way we needed. We need more. I still wish we'd gone into theatre, but no someone in our system decided to be an illustrator.
On the singing side: what testosterone has done to our throat deserves to be on an 18+ website, because gods it's fucked.
10/10 can't wait for next Tuesday. x
Cluster-switching + streaming 4/5 days a week means getting to watch us start strong, then slowly drain out battery over a week, end up exhausted, cluster-switch to someone else, then rinse and repeat.
Life is but a game of tag.
The Photo Card Holders are currently in concept for production this month.
Unfortunately the cards aren't going to be done anytime soon and won't be for a while. But we're potentially selling at a TCG show next month so it felt like a good deadline!
Got to see & Juliet today and god was it incredible-
but interestingly, we kept getting that 'I've seen you in something' feeling with Anne's actress, and I couldn't place it until I checked a certain pamphlet from 2015...
Lara Denning. She was the very first Mrs. Bucket we ever saw. We didn't remember, but the brain did. ;u;
free me from merch deadlines
We've been working all weekend and we're still not done because this bioshock photocard holder has taken probably about 8+ hours and rendering brass is my one true weakness apparently
it looks great though! thank god