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Alternate Account
Hey, everyone, it’s Mod Shortie! I’m just here to announce an alternate, almost like an admin ask account! It’s @ask-a-short-guy, and I’d appreciate if ya’ll follow, ask questions, and maybe give a shoutout? Thank you guys so much!
painfully true
Just because I’m short doesn’t give you permission to pick me up.
Just because I’m gay doesn’t give you permission to kiss me.
Just because I’m willing to listen doesn’t give you permission to shut out my feelings.
Just because I’m smart doesn’t give you permission to make me give you answers.
Just because I’m friendly doesn’t give you permission to take advantage.
Just because I’m gullible doesn’t give you permission to lie to me.
Just because I’m helpful doesn’t give you permission to shove all your work onto me.
Just because I’m stressed out doesn’t give you permission to interject in my personal affairs.
Just some thoughts. Feel free to add on!
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hey guys just wanted to inform you this video takes place today
Yo she’s playin’ at my graduation Friday
She is very gucci
Raffle! For pride month
This is @toonamato/ sassysou
To enter, just reblog and you’ll be put in the raffle
You can reblog as much as u like!
No raffle blogs please!
1st place, a full body like this, with ur choice of one or to characters with a plain background
2nd place, a waist up drawing with either two characters and flat colors, or one character full out
3rd place, a 1 full out icon
Honorable mentions will recieve an icon like this! There will be three
I will not draw mechas, nsfw, incest, pedophilia, etc etc
I will draw your ocs, fictional characters(depending on the media), furries, gay stuff
This will end June 25! Good luck
In Need of Assistance
It’s me, Mod Shortie, and I was wondering if any detailed artists on Tumblr would be kind enough to help me by creating art of a new OC that I am making for a separate platform. Message me for details. Thank you in advance!
let boys cry.
cuddle boys while they cry.
tell boys they’re pretty.
Give boys flowers
take boys on cute dates
Let boys wear makeup
compliment boys on their bodies
let boys wear crop tops
call boys beautiful
Let boys wear earrings
let boys pierce their bellies
Let boys paint their nails
let boys be belly dancers
let boys be themselves
this thread is so perfect.
Inspiring.
okay so what’s the mood for june?
Happy Pride Month!
big mood
I can’t get over this
me screaming in another plane of existence
this cured my depression
tiny bf pros: -dates r cheap (only gotta pay for one) -”non-threatening boys” to the next level -he will get v impressed and flustered abt how strong you are -carry him around in ur pocket or ur hand its easy -cutie
tiny bf cons: -none? -fuck you
The Bigger They Are: Bryan
Part V - Monday, October 2, 2017
Iris was sticking up for me (again). I rubbed my shoulder as a black-and-blue bruise gradually began to form. Out of nowhere, the bully was shoved past me and slammed into a locker, where Iris continued to beat the living daylights out of him. “Mess with any of us again, and I’ll give you a blood eagle,” she threatened, referencing her catchphrase that stood for some violent attack, which I’m glad I’ve never seen.
“Thanks, Iris,” I muttered, but not in focus, for my eyes had shifted to something else.
I don’t know why I had seen it. All I know was that my head had turned at exactly the right moment, and I noticed as the locker that the bully had crashed into was swinging open, and something had started to fall. Maybe my mind thought it was valuable or something, but my instinct told me to catch it! The world went into slow motion as I grasped the squishy object in my palm, and it appeared to have made a noise, like a squeaky toy. I studied it carefully, not believing my eyes.
“What the flippity fuck is that thing?” my other friends, Eli and Emma, chimed simultaneously, for they, too, had seen the impossible.
I mean, it was supposed to be impossible, but, yet, here it was! It looked like…
“Watch your language,” the ALIVE figure rebutted before blacking out.
A pinkie-sized human?
Okay, let me get this straight; my friends and I are such huge fans of a community called “giant/tiny,” basically about size fantasy. I mean, imagine a really cute guy… but the size of your finger! Even cuter! However, I never expected it to happen in real life! Then again, was anyone really prepared for the zombie apocalypse? Gosh, the Walking Dead is awesome…
“This isn’t real,” Eli shook his head in disbelief as we all met after school, “I’m hallucinating or dreaming. Bryan, pinch me!”
“No, it’s real,” Iris was cooing over the tiny (what looked like a) boy, “How, though?”
“I can’t think,” I complained, “I need cookies first.”
“I’m one step ahead of you,” Emma almost magically pulled cookies out of the oven, “While you guys were deciding if you should dress him up, I made cooki- wait. If we wake him up, wouldn’t it be so cute if-?”
We already knew what she was gonna say.
“Yes! Tinies eating giant cookies are adorable!” we three fangirled.
“We have to do it carefully, though,” Emma advised, but was already too late - Eli was poking him in the belly.
The tiny boy’s eyes fluttered open before going wide with fright. He scrambled to his feet, pushing Eli’s nosy finger away, and scooted backwards, screaming.
“Mike! Help! Mike!” he screeched, attempted to scamper away.
My friends and I acted fast - each of us claimed a side of the square table, ready to catch him if he fell. Emma was the first to speak.
“Hey, lil’ guy, you don’t need to run,” she breathed gently.
“WHY AM I HERE?!” he demanded.
“You fell outta’ somebody’s locker, and I caught you before you got smushed on the ground,” I explained, but he wasn’t satisfied yet.
“J-Just… can I go now?” the miniscule boy pleaded.
“Where would you go?” Eli asked.
“H-Home,” he said.
“We can take you there!” Iris smiled, “Where is it? I hope you’re not living n the school walls or something, ‘cause it’s hecti-”
“Ew, why would I live in the walls?” he seemed taken aback, “Besides, I d-don’t have a home. They wouldn’t accept me.”
“Your parents? They would accept you for being small! I’m assuming you shrunk, right?” I guessed.
He nodded, “Yeah, but-”
“What?” Eli interrupted, and I shot him a glare.
“I-I was kicked out about a week ago b-because I w-was…”
He couldn’t finish as sobs clogged his throat.
“Take your time,” Emma coaxed, “We’re listening.”
“B-Because I was gay,” he concluded.
We shook our heads in disapproval and shock. How could parents even do that to a child?
“Fuck them, dude,” Iris broke the silence, opening her palm to the tiny, “Just, fuck ‘em.”
“L-Language,” he muttered, causing me to burst out in laughter.
“Sorry. What’s your name, lil’ guy?” Iris inquired.
“I-I’m Owen,” he glanced at Iris before looking away quickly.
“Well, I’m Iris. This is Bryan,” she pointed to me, “Emma, and Eli. You don’t have to be afraid.”
Owen sniffled again, wiping his eyes.
Iris laid out her palm.
“May I?”
He nodded and stepped on.
We each got a chance to hold Owen once he was (somewhat) comfortable with us. While he wasn’t looking, I couldn’t help but snap a few pictures! I mean, is it every day that you find a teenager the size of your finger wearing a crop-top?
“How many did you actually take?” Owen raised an eyebrow - he had been communicating quite well with the group for a while.
“Owen, I said five… plus fifteen,” I admitted sheepishly.
“Did you post them?” there was a slight growl in his high-pitched voice.
“Maybe?” I poked his cheek, and he swatted the finger away, “Oh my God, you’re so cute! Platonically, though.”
Owen rolled his eyes, peering at my phone.
“You have to delete those, dude,” he advised, “Not only are they embarrassing, but I don’t know if people should know about this!”
I froze. How long had they been up? I check my Tumblr blog.
“It’s little too late for that, Teddy,” I grimaced, attempting to lighten the mood with the nickname I came up for him.
“I told you not to call me that! And, whaddya’ mean it’s ‘too late?!”
“I shared them on, like, every social media site,” I began, “Over an hour ago.”
“Shit!”
“Owen, language.”
How do you draw characters so cute??? Also do you have any ugly or scary characters
Hey thanks!! I don’t really know what I’m doing right, but I guess I am, haha.
And as for my scariest/ugliest character?
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Fella
what
the
heck
I’m such a weirdo... I’m 4″3 and I wanna be taller, but then I wanna be a smol? Like wtf
omg I just realized that no one else eats their pizza with a fork and knife like wtf I’ve been living a lie
“shitty memory” aesthetic
-giving ur friends the same information over and over because u forgot u ever gave it to them
-opening up a new text post only to forget what u were going 2 say
-never changing a wall calendar/needing to look up what day of the week something will be
-literally not being able to remember what happened yesterday/an hour ago/five minutes ago
-forgetting where ur going/what ur doing in the middle of doing it
-flipping through the beginning of a book because u forgot some characters and plot development
-making a typo, make a mental note to fix it, get up to do something, keep typing without fixing the typo
-”haha ur memory cant be THAT bad”
-it can be
-reminding urself 2 do something but u forget
-writing reminders, forgetting that u wrote a reminder/forgetting what was on the reminder/forgetting where u put the reminder
-”just put something in ur room out of place before u go 2 sleep” and ur room has so much shit on the floor u wouldnt even be able 2 tell whats out of place
-alternately: doing the above and then forgetting what it was supposed to remind u of
-did that happen or was i dreaming
-i was gonna put something here but i FORGOT it and i HATE it
Please, the characters are minors, so no sexual/inappropriate asks. Thank you!
Opening commissions!
Hello everyone! I’ve decided to open commissions!
if you have any questions, feel free to message me!
yooo, mod sundae here to say my commissions are open!!
