Greetings! This blog is mainly a vent blog that also doubles as a personal blog. If not for the numerous untagged posts where I shout into the void, then you'll mostly find me within the DRDT tags, as well as the occasional post here and there in mental health ones.
Additional Info / "FaQ":
— No, I do not have an art account I can redirect you to, and I am not interested in having an online presence as an artist. I hate making art, actually. I don't draw shit for IRL purposes. My majors are solely english and economics for a reason.
— I'm a fictive that deals with a lot of vivid faux memories, ones that frequently have very little in common with my source, as they take place under more "mundane" circumstances. If any of the art I post ever felt out of left field to you, that's -- probably why.
——> On that note, I am prone to heavy, heavy bias when discussing my source, which I try to account for, but slip-ups are inevitable, so take opinions with a grain of salt. For the same reason I try my best to avoid talking about David, but -- with varying success. Turns out it's a little difficult to talk about DRDT without talking about the elephant in the room.
— Feel free to talk to me even if I don't follow you!
No, seriously: I follow like five blogs at best, because I keep forgetting that it's a function that exists, as I just sit inside tags instead of the dashboard anyhow.
——> That said, please contact me either through asks or comments, as I despise Tumblr's buggy "direct messages" function. If you're looking for a more lengthy interaction, I'll gladly give you my discord tag.
— As far as text posts are concerned, I don't tag any triggers. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's just not going to happen. I'll also not be tagging any "ships" for the artworks I post, as already the mere idea of it feels insulting to me.
You're free to tag my posts with whatever you like within your reblogs; I couldn't possibly care less. I'm just not going to tag them as such myself on my own blog.
——> I'm sure this is very upsetting for anyone who is looking to filter out certain content, but quite frankly I suggest you make use of the block button. Alternatively, if you do want to see my illustrations but don't want to deal with the venting -- just unfollow me and keep an eye out on the public DRDT tags; almost all of my artworks can be found there, with few exceptions where I didn't feel like it'd be appropriate.
— Speaking of art. Do whatever you want with my drawings.
I genuinely couldn't care less. No, I Do Not Care about credit, either. You can save them, use them, edit them, sell them, burn them — who cares. I don't.
— On the note of "I Don't Care"; this blog has no DNI. That's final. Don't try to make me care about declaring X or Y, for I already do enough performative shit IRL and I quite frankly am not interested in doing that on a vent blog, too. I may hate myself, but not enough to invest energy in something so very pointless.
— Furthermore on "I Don't Care"; yes, this extends to whatever Fandom No-Go's you can think of. I'm not paid enough (/at all) to care about whatever the fuck other people draw or write. Jturo didn't kill your grandma; get over it.
People keep offering to grab a drink with me as they know I'm usually the one thinking about alcohol 24/7 and thereby would never pass up an excuse to go drinking — and yet, for the past three weeks it's done nothing but stress me out instead.
I need to emphasize that it's not at all a voluntary break, let alone some conscious decision to quit or some bullshit thing like that. Fuck, I had planned to get drunk as shit last weekend. No, it's a physical repulsion I've been getting at even the mere idea of being intoxicated that's been spiking my guns and it's bothering me so, so much. Getting drunk was something to look forward to, and now I can't indulge in that anymore because — why, even? My brain just hates me now more than it did already??
Two weeks ago, I thought maybe that'd dissipate if I at least got myself a drink first, y'know the same as needing to get used to cold water first to swim in it, but that just ended up with me sitting at the bar with one, one tiny beer glass I wasted two hours on to drink merely the half of it, before giving up and handing it to someone far more willing. Drinking just feels Horrible and I don't know what lever has been pulled in my brain but christ if I don't want to desperately reverse it. I've had people ask me what's wrong and I sincerely have no idea.
Give me my alcohol back?? I've just been telling people I'm taking a short break and can't do much besides wait this weird phase out, but I've no idea how long something like this takes. I really do hope this shit isn't ruined for me indefinitely...
While I'd hate to ever properly advertise for it / be an actual artist with a platform, I do keep commissions open for people on discord who bug me about it, which is fine by itself -- not like I mind drawing something for someone else if it's only every now and then, and I won't say no to additional money -- but what does annoy me quite a bit is that I've inadvertently garnered the reputation of a sprite artist somehow, even though those are my least favourite to do, so 95% of commissions I've had these past one-two years have just been character sprites.
You've any idea how stupid that is? My whole thing is thematic, high contrast shading. and you're commissioning me for the one thing that has none of that at all? minimum shading at most? Are you serious? At this point, why even commission me of all people? I feel like a Coffee Shop owner who's gone viral over napkins.
Pfft, no. Frankly, I was ready to believe it's lost to time, as such sketches were from the work tablet I've shredded — but lucky you, I found it within the gallery on my phone, still! Doesn't look like I saved much more than these two images, though...
There are 10 more days left! We're all so excited to see what you make! Even without creating anything, you can support this week by supporting your fellow creators!
Fans within discord servers swear David Chiem isn't manipulative. In other equally reasonable news, grass has been discovered to be red, forks are most commonly found in the bathroom sink and the clouds bleed lava at 15°C. Follow for more
I don't keep track of any usernames, but Tumblr does display me a total count of followers, so it's hilarious to see when some stranger must've unfollowed me right after one of those rapidly consecutive vent posts. Pissing off the hoes with uninterrupted and unpunctuated textwalls
reasoning: Spoilers for the recent DRDT bonus episode but imagine showing up, having a rivalry with another boy (and being his ONLY FRIEND by the way, in a friendship where you both show affection through insults and roughhousing) and convincing him to quit his terrible job he hates and live a life where he's happy, dying immediately offscreen, and leaving him in a despair spiral where he misses you so badly that it negatively impacts every other relationship he tries to form with other people. Rivals to lovers to doomed yaoi at it's fucking finest, holy shit, Taylor, I miss you already.
What goes unsaid is that it's drastically easier to convince others you're a well-adjusted, unperturbed and satisfied person if you present yourself as straight and allosexual. This includes, if not even especially so, queer(-supportive) spaces. That is not to say that it is impossible, but there's the common presumption that anyone making use of queer labels is certain to have (had) lots of trauma to work through and is deeply affected by the current political climate, meaning you're making it far more difficult for yourself to convince others you're happy, as you're perpetually at odds with those presumptions and have to prove you're happy "despite" being queer.
If you want to come off as someone who breezes through life, free from weight that'd leave you disillusioned — you'll say you're straight, and be an ally on sundays.
Go on, explain to this person you're aromantic and repulsed by marriage but nonetheless sexually active without them thinking you go to therapy, have mother issues and must've unmedicated depression. I'll wait
What goes unsaid is that it's drastically easier to convince others you're a well-adjusted, unperturbed and satisfied person if you present yourself as straight and allosexual. This includes, if not even especially so, queer(-supportive) spaces. That is not to say that it is impossible, but there's the common presumption that anyone making use of queer labels is certain to have (had) lots of trauma to work through and is deeply affected by the current political climate, meaning you're making it far more difficult for yourself to convince others you're happy, as you're perpetually at odds with those presumptions and have to prove you're happy "despite" being queer.
If you want to come off as someone who breezes through life, free from weight that'd leave you disillusioned — you'll say you're straight, and be an ally on sundays.