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[yammonster]

Bailey // They+Them // 1996 [ ART ONLY BLOG ] [ COMMISSIONS ARE CLOSED ] [ ORIGINAL CHARACTER BIO HUB (wip) ]

artist / mushroom enthusiast / walking pokemon encyclopedia / 💕shane stardew valley💕

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#bailey art / #bailey musings / #ocpost / #reblog / #shane blogging

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post will be updated as needed. last edit ; january 27th, 2026.

[yammonster]

aaaAAAAAAAAHHH I'm on one of the final scenes in Stuff It Down and it's making me FEEL THINGS. I don't know WHAT I'm feeling but I SURE AM FEELING IT.

What the fuck do I do when it's done. I mean. I guess The Big Proofreading, but I've been working on this for... Something like nine or ten months, maybe?? And the fact that the """rough draft""" is nearly done is SCARING ME. What do you MEAN it's almost done!!! What the FUCK do I do with my time after it's complete!!!! I'm having such conflicting feelings!!!!!!!

[yammonster]

I don't have any of my safe foods but I need to eat something, so I stole a white chocolate and macadamia nut cliff bar from my brother and. I'm. Astounded at how this tastes like fucking nothing. He told me he didn't care for them because they were 'too sweet' but dude I'm not even getting that. Like. It's nothing. It's NOTHING. I get a hint of white chocolate near the end but otherwise it is absolutely flavorless. I have not tasted anything that was so Nothing since I tried white fleshed dragon fruit.

[yammonster]

I really do love when I'm half asleep and frantically working on Stuff It Down at 3:44am and my brain and hands just glitch out completely and I get shit like this.

Woman. Was trying to say WOMAN.

[mlarayoukai]

no girlfrind...

[dogmotif-deactivated20240505]

its always "what are your plans for the future, you should really be planning for the future" and never "wow that character you're obsessed with sounds so cool can you explain them to me. im sure you get them more than anyone else"

[yammonster]

Riley's dysphoria is not touched on much at all in Stuff It Down, there's one line they throw out briefly mentioning it and that's about it. If the story were in their perspective, there'd be a lot more talk about it, but it's just not all that important to the narrative. Riley really really does not care for their body. They have a decently large chest, it's too prominent, they wear a binder constantly because they can't stand looking at themselves with their chest showing. Their hips, their curves, they're too shapely, too feminine, so they wear baggy shirts and they tie their grandfather's oversized coat over their waist to hide what they can.

"Met a boy who likes my body."

Shane will love their body for them, because right now, they can't love it themselves.

[midnightcowb0ys]

[yammonster]

Insane today in a way that I suspect is my uterus' fault. Which means.

This man has a few emotions. A few involving anger and annoyance because you're fucking annoying any won't leave him alone.

I know this. I understand this. I love it. He can be irritated with me all he wants, it's fine, I get it.

I also know why my next request is not a reality. It is not in... Okay no thinking about it I think Jas and Vincent have one. Penny sort of does? I think?? The kids don't count. Fuck okay now I need to check if Penny has one.

RIGHT SHE DOES, IF YOU REJECT HER AT THE SPRINGS. Brutal man. But okay, GETTING SIDETRACKED, I can't think of anyone else off the top of my head that has a crying sprite, and what I want is an official sprite of Shane breaking the FUCK down. HE MELTS DOWN IN THE FOUR HEART EVENT. IT'S NOT SO IMPLAUSIBLE. ERIC. ERIC LISTEN TO ME. ERIC.

Ties him to a radiator. Cry for me, boy.

[ms-demeanor]

How do you feel about driving?

I can drive, I am good at driving, I enjoy driving.

I can drive, I am good at driving, I do not enjoy driving.

I can drive, I am bad at driving, I enjoy driving.

I can drive, I am bad at driving, I do not enjoy driving.

I haven't learned to drive, I think I would enjoy driving.

I haven't learned to drive, I do not think I would enjoy driving.

I can't drive anymore, I was good at it, I enjoyed driving.

I can't drive anymore, I was good at it, I didn't enjoy it.

I can't drive anymore, I was bad at it, I enjoyed it.

I can't drive anymore, I was bad at it, I didn't enjoy it.

Remaining time: 8 hours 43 minutes

[yammonster]

Making Riley's hairpin a non-permanent accessory was a fucking mistake. If I had a nickel for every time I forgot to draw Riley's stupid hairpin then I'd be able to easily afford comming someone for more Shane/Riley bullshit.

[inkskinned]

i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.

i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.

and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?

i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.

you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn’t even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn’t just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.

when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.

i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven’t picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can’t tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren’t crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren’t supposed to still-be-here - and yet.

i am still here, and still yours, and i haven’t forgotten. what i’m saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it’s hard, but you have to listen. i’m saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i’m not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.

i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i’ll be waiting for you.

and when the train is coming - please move.

[yammonster]

Telling people I have "idiopathic gastroparesis" is really funny if you think about it because I'm literally just saying "my stomach got paralyzed because it's fucking stupid".

[yammonster]

WOOHOOOO 300+ VIEWS!!! THANKS FOR WATCHING IF YOU HAVE!!!! And if you haven't and would like to... [Here you go] :3c

YEAH look I know 300 isn't a lot, but it's a lot for me at this point in my life so I'm HAPPY ABOUT IT OKAY. Still honestly really proud of this one, had such a blast making it even if it took like, a month and a half or something. Ended up being worth it I think.

Also??? My speedpaints don't often get that much attention, kinda sits between 50 and 100 views after a couple months, so the fact that this one is real close to 100 after only a day or two is a little insane I'm gonna be so real.

Is this a sign. Do people like when I make The Characters Suffer. Because I can do that more. I can do it so much more if you'd like. I would be thrilled to do so, actually. Give me permission to make The Characters Suffer.

[fforsythiaaa]

Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.

[yammonster]

Wrote 3000 words. Somehow. Drew for like, 45 minutes. Unplugged my tablet and sat back in my chair because I was DONE drawing but now I'm like. So fucking understimulated and bored that I almost wanna keep drawing just so I have something to do.

I really enjoy cute fluffy Shane/Riley anyway. I need it. For morale.

[voideydew]

Self indulgent art :3 just 3hrs of drawing what makes me happy: teal, orange, rake brush, Sam.