Did I tell you all about that time I went to Italy with school, and our teacher took us to go see Jesus’ crotch?
Did I tell you all about that time I went to Italy with school, and our teacher took us to go see Jesus’ crotch?
Don’t you love it when you have a caption written on a sketch and someone looks at them and says ‘That would be far prettier without the words on it’.
Well, without the words it doesn’t mean the same, and they’re my words anyway, they’re probably more important anyway.
AnonymousI’ve cut it because I like read more-s and it got a little long.
You’re certainly right on both if I don’t already like you.
Someone stop me from listening to Empty Chairs at Empty Tables when I’m writing.
Please.
Something I like about the way I draw is that it’s usually totally random. So people looking through my sketchbook/folder can see like five sketches of friends being cute and then a happy pumpkin and then a character holding it’s eyes by the optical nerve.
A family present was a magnetic scrabble set. Possibly the worst and best ideas for gifts. Current messages read as follows:
(brother’s name) smells greatly (my brother put smells great and so my dad just added ‘ly’ and it took the kid about three days to realise what it now meant omg)
we love mum and dad
tea is hot (is this a warning or a comment, I can not tell)
immortals is inaccurate
Anyone trying to message me, please try again. Much of Tumblr is not working at the moment, including ask box, queue, and rebloging.
Don’t worry about it, I’m quite happy to answer them. You might wish to brace for the essay that’s coming, though I’ll try to keep it short.
A slight bone to pick. I write. I write a lot. All the time. I have quite literally hundreds of characters and story lines. Most of them will never see anyone but me because they’re too personal or just plain rubbish.
So, when I let someone read one of them it’s actually quite a big deal to me. Especially if it’s one that I didn’t actually write to be read, and essentially about two parts of my personality at war trying to kill the rest of me. Angsty, personal, shit. So turning around and saying things like ‘why are they both genderless? That’s weird.’ is not exactly what I was prepared for. I was ready for ‘wow, this is shit’ or ‘you have too much angst and torture in your stories’, not a question (among others) about gender. I told you that these characters are part of me, they’re genderless because I am, you fucking moron.
AnonymousI’m glad to hear that, Anon. I’m also sorry that you went through my blog like that ._.
I didn’t even realise it was that long, to be honest.
If you still want to know things, you can always ask, Anon or not.
My friends can be well meaning douche bags at times.
Dears, offering to be a ‘cuddle buddy’ for me is the same as asking me out. You’re not asking me out, so stop it. Especially as I would say yes if you were asking me out.
AnonymousIt’s fine, don’t worry about it. Like I said, it didn’t offend me, just meant that I wouldn’t post the ask.
Yes, I prefer male pronouns. Hahah, I kind of see myself as an object, so I don’t mind ‘it’ either.
To the Anon that asked me a question:
I’m not going to reply publicly to that because I dislike the information you’ve shared. You haven’t offended me, though.
My asexuality is separate from my gender, though admittedly it does make it somewhat easier to get by, hahah.
Sebastian is my name and while I don’t hate people calling me by something else, it can bother me at times. I don’t have a specific gender, but since I have some relatively feminine qualities I prefer masculine pronouns , etc, to sort of ‘balance it out’.
A friend has been feeling very down recently, and went to see the doctor. She’s been given pills, which is great. But a piece of advice that her dad gave her sounded quite good to me, which boils down to ‘be yourself’. Now, this was because she had basically given up dressing up for school (not that she looked like it, the girl is far too awesome for that, and incredibly attractive at that.)
And so I thought, well, so have I.
Someone remind me that waist-length dreads are a bad idea. Because not only am I already pretty not-looked-for in the employment arena, but because damn that would be so heavy. And also because I’d end up cutting myself a dreadhawk and it is cold. Plus probably wouldn’t suit me but whatever other reasons first.
