wynesthesia replied to your photo “she looks so strange now, i’m terrified of what her ugly phase will be...”
holy heck are her eyes edited or no?????
nothing particular done with her eyes in that one. lit up the left side of her face a bit and yanked contrast/exposure and saturation overall and that did it, wish i hadn’t rushed through it and instead taken the time to make sure they didn’t look super fake 😬
wynesthesia replied to your post “In other news, a few things I’d ordered for Fae have arrived,...”
have i mentioned i get giggly-teary every time you get all cute talking about getting all this tiny shit for your tiny dog
It’s very different because when it was just supposed to be Not!Sushi, the idea was that for a long time she’d use the stuff that Creed uses and then when she got Bigger Than Creed I’d have to buy new stuff. Now it’s the opposite, Fae will arrive here far smaller than any other dog that’s lived with any of us, and will maybe reach Tiki’s size and so maybe will be able to fit her stuff (though her custom stuff is retired, and sitting in her memorial box) as an adult. Which means for quite some time there’ll be the antics of chasing around a dog that’s literally about the size of a potato.
wynesthesia replied to your video “I know I’m posting this hella late and this blog has been rather, erm,...”
i fricken love the way pittie bully types play, look at them, omg
isn’t it precious, aaaaaah
Evie is one of my favorite dogs to watch play because of those silly little barrel rolls that she does. They scare me a little at the same time b/c I worry about HER STUPID SPINE but she has always loved to tumble and roll.
wynesthesia replied to your post “So someone left their dog in their vehicle (parked in the shade, all...”
just tossing this out there too - just bc they're barking doesn't mean it's SA etc. more like what OP was saying, if you and a bunch of other people leer around my car like a fuckin weirdo (or touch it?! to put a note on it!!!), Asher is gonna curse at you bc you're leerin like a fuckin weirdo.
Yeah if people were trying to peer in the windows, putting notes on it or trying to open the doors Kilo would’ve been barking at them too. I always parked further away so he wouldn’t be disturbed, but he always just napped in the back. I don’t think people would’ve even noticed him tbh.
wynesthesia replied to your post “i don’t think i’m going to open commissions again until i’m living...”
that's .. kind of bizarre of them to think that they can say these things, at your age about your own work?? i'm befuddled
i’m convinced, at least in my mom’s case, that it’s to do with my being on the autistic spectrum. i’m not sure that she understands that it’s a spectrum with varying qualities and difficulties; you’re either developmentally stunted and need a personal caretaker to wipe away your drool, or you’re a competent supergenius who just can’t relate to people.
she treats me like a child and will very often take my jokes as me saying something earnest, resulting in a condescending lecture. (example: i joked the hospital was probably interested in hiring me because 6 years of working at the pharmacy has me used to the ‘sick old people’ demographic, and she very sternly tells me, ‘don’t say that in the interview’, as if i’m a fucking idiot who has never had a job interview [or HELPED CONDUCT INTERVIEWS])
she believes, in all honesty, that because while i’m unemployed and doing freelance work i choose to stay up all night that i do not understand what a normal sleep schedule is, as if my years of being in the workforce were something i made up...? i guess?
she is an extremely performative person and autistic people are... not. so in her world, my private unemployed behavior is indicative of my public behavior and when i say that i know how something works, her answer is, “well how am I supposed to know that?”
because, again, my years in the workforce, including store-level management, were just something I apparently made up.
she’s said more than once that “maybe we should just call a spade a spade and get you the help you need” (a caretaker. she means a caretaker.) when i half-jokingly remark that having to leave voicemails gives me anxiety.
i’m only here for 3 more days. my dad is kind of the opposite, in that he thinks that i’m just weird and unmotivated, so instead of “you’re a child-minded idiot who will never be able to take care of herself” it’s going to be “you’re smart and capable and physically my clone and the fact that you’re not meeting my standards for success means you’re lazy” and i’m honestly not sure which is worse
I’m not successful, that much is obvious. I kind of blew my entire early 20s being the caretaker for someone else, blew my first shot at college because I wasn’t medicated and couldn’t handle the pressure, and blew my restart across the country because I got complacent. But I’m capable. I just need help in some places that are no-brainers for most people.
BUT at least i have some interviews lined up so hopefully that means I can get into my own place ASAP. i don’t want to stay with my dad more than a month if I can help it.