Would it be weird of me to say that Glamrock Freddy is Fazbear Entertainment’s version of Edwin’s F1-ON4?

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Would it be weird of me to say that Glamrock Freddy is Fazbear Entertainment’s version of Edwin’s F1-ON4?
A lot of times God calls us to do things, and we fall short. I myself have been falling victim to the devil’s traps lately, and it is with no sense of innocence that I express my shame on this matter. I need help. While Imm trying to recognize the areas that I’ve grown in, I’ve lost most of my worldly friends because of the views that I’ve adopted and claimed as my own in being a daughter of Christ, the living God himself. I don’t feel like sitting down and sobbing about it, either. I’m just… stuck. I’m trying to find things that I enjoy doing (and that I’m good at!!) in and outside of the house, but with no in-person friends and a severe lack of the ability to spend time with my family (without argument, of course), I’ve fallen into a habitual laziness.
And this is NOT cutting it! Being stern doesn’t work, being gentle doesn’t work, but as an empath, when someone else expresses their excitement in a task or project, I can’t help but feel excited, too. This is why I try to surround myself with people!! I refuse to fall back into the old habit of being around people who bring me down and put aside godly views, though, because as much as I love my Gentile brothers and sisters… it’s just not healthy for my spiritual growth in the place I am with God right now.
I need advice, my friends!!! Please share your hobbies, little tasks, fun, creative exercises, or anything else that you spend your time doing!! I want to rid myself of this spirit of laziness, but I know I’ll need a little help. 😉
God bless, my friends!!!
~Until next time, Hopey ✨💖🥰🕊️
“Whatever happened to T-shirt Medusa?” by J. Richmond
Whew. 60 panels in 3 days. This is the longest "24 Hour comic" I've ever done (And of course it doesn't count as a 24 Hour Comic at all because it took 3 days). As a point of reference, I usually do 8 Modest Medusa strips each month. So this is 15 comics worth of panels, or about 2 whole months of Modest Medusa strips.
This one is a deep dive. 6 or 7 years ago I launched a "t-shirt of the month" project created the character "T-shirt Medusa" to promote it. T-shirt Medusa starred in a few promotional strips that appeared in 2016 and 2017, where she would mysteriously show up to taunt Modest (the main character of my comic) into buying a shirt (I incorporated two of those strips into this comic). I had kind of sort of thought I'd maybe offer a canonical explanation for this someday, and that thought eventually turned into this comic. Obviously not canon.
This comic is more about me and my uncertainties, fears and anxiety over the last few years than anything else, but I think maybe a lot of you can find something relatable here. I came up with the idea for this comic during the most recent Modest Medusa Kickstarter when I thought that project wasn't going to fund and I suddenly realized I had no idea what I was going to do with myself if I couldn't make a living doing Modest Medusa anymore after 12 years. The project did fund, but that feeling of dread has lingered. I've decided to try to learn from it.
This comic takes its name from the classic Superman story "Whatever happened to the Man of Tomorrow?" It was created for the new 48 Hour Modest Medusa book. Which is available now on my site.
No plans for new t-shirts. Well... maybe. More Modest Medusa here.
Finding Purpose
They said I needed purpose As if it were a vitamin A deficiency diagnosis delivered gently Take this daily and you’ll feel whole
So I went looking Purpose was not hiding It was for sale Framed and branded Sold by people who looked well rested
Some said it’s passion Others said service One insisted it arrives The moment you stop searching Which felt suspiciously convenient For someone already employed by meaning
I tried building one Hammered goals together Measured my worth in milestones Called the noise progress It held until I didn’t Like most structures do
Purpose, it turns out Doesn't announce itself It leaks Into routines Into the things you keep doing Even when no one is watching And the applause has died of neglect
Still I don’t trust it Purpose is often just survival With better lighting A story we tell the suffering So it agrees to continue And yet Some mornings I wake And choose to stay Not for meaning Not for destiny But out of a quiet defiance
If the universe insists on indifference I’ll insist on showing up anyway If that isn’t purpose Then I guess it’s close enough to live with
Challenges is endless……. I’m the most depressed happy person you’ll ever meet, I don’t really think I’ve ever overcame depression… I’ll contend with it, manage it, embrace it because it better to play with your demons than fighting it. I’m a special and rare kind of human, you can say I am the opposite of prove, theory, objective, justification, history, purpose and definition. Prolly a descendant of primer. I do things i don’t want to do, say things i don’t ever want to say and i find myself where I don’t want to be.
The journey of life begins with the creation and discovery of new and different worlds in which we can live and experience the same things that are happening in the past and present, ironically the most profound of all times is to be born in a place where the universe exists in a time of peace and love.
Food for thought: FIND A REASON TO LIVE
Stop Giving A FUCK | The IT GIRL DIARIES
🩷loving myself unconditionally
i learnt to love myself unconditionally, i did this by first accepting my flaws. there was a time that i was someone i didn't like, did things that present me, would be disgusted by, but nonetheless I had to accept that girl that I was before, because it sounds cliché, but without her, I wouldn't be who I am today. So, accept the parts of yourself that you don't/didn't like and then you won't find the need for anyone else to.
🩷comfort in solitary
most people have a hard time being alone and this can actually be a very negative thing, when it comes to growing within and gaining independence. i used to be one of those people. being alone scared the sh!t out of me and this caused me to often mold myself into others perspective of who they wished me to be, just so I could be accepted and not be left alone. because of this, if i lost someone, a friend or a lover, i would break down and become so lost. eventually i grew out of this habit and it changed me entirely. being alone is not a bad thing, in fact, it's a pretty positive attribute to mental growth and stability. learn to be comfortable with yourself, in your own presence. a cliché saying "life is like a book, each chapter comes with different characters, some old and some new". when i began to find comfort in my own solitary, this phrase helped me a lot. everyone in your life is just side characters, no one is permanent. some people might stay and some might leave but the one who always remains, is yourself. be happy with just you. find peace within your own presence. this way, you will accept those who arrive, openly and walk away from those who leave, graciously.
🩷nothing is personal
it's human nature to project. whatever it may be, negativity or positivity, we as humans always project and the amazing about that is, we can choose whether to accept the projection or not. ( nothing other people do or say, is because of you. it's because of themselves - Don Miguel Ruiz ). i often used to take a lot of things personally, from people who didn't even know me personally. which is straight up stupid, because in reality, if someone doesn't know you, it is IMPOSSIBLE for them to judge or have an opinion of you or your character. if someone's insults you, it's not because what they're saying is true, it's because they're projecting their own negative mind. your mind is made up of thoughts you create regarding yourself, the way you see yourself, speak to yourself, is the way you see and speak to others, so in this case, if someone insults you, it's because they hate themselves, not you. you're just a vessel they're trying to pour into because they're too full of hate against themselves already, that they have to begin using others as their negative thoughts keeper. if they don't know you personally, don't take it personally. ( this paragraph is especially important to me and i learned a lot from reading THE FOUR AGREEMENTS By Don Miguel Ruiz and i urge you to do the same if you're struggling with taking things easily to heart )
🩷mistakes are just lessons
i often tend to hold myself accountable for a lot of mistakes I've made in the past. I live with a lot of regret, but as cliché as it may sound, the mistakes you've made in the past are what made you who you are today. In order to grow for the future, you have to accept all the mistakes you've made in the past, this can often be hard at times depending on what mistake it was that you made, but the way to make this easier, is to take your mistakes as lessons. If you do not agree with an action made by yourself from the past, do not repeat it for the future, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation as to when you made that mistake, go about a different route and the outcome will be different. you cannot change the past, all you can do is accept it, for the future.
mwah! xoxo, colebabey8.88
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in high school i wrote a short journal entry to a prompt my creative writing teacher gave us. it was simple, but it was a reflection of my struggle to find purpose in life and existence at that time. it was a story i was proud of, with ideals that carried me through some dark years.
fast forward a few years, and this story is still one i held dear. at this time i felt i had succeeded in finding purpose, but i had new struggles. in a life where i had gained so much more than i thought i ever could, the perceived threat of change and of losing everything that sustained this sense of purpose terrified me. things once again were looking bleak. so, i returned to this world and decided to build upon it in a new short story.
i by no means claim to have it all figured out, but writing this has served as a form of personal therapy, and it holds a lot of significance for me. i decided to share it with a friend, who urged me to upload it somewhere, even if only 2 people saw it. so, here it is :)
link to The Door (part one of the series):
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · The Door · The door towered above me, standing at 15 feet. I had heard stories about people who opened it and never returne
link to An Ending (the sequel):
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · An Ending · Sequel to “The Door” I marched through the trees, searching for the door. It was easier to find this time arou