Yo, Tumblrites! Time for me to shit on your ADHD! Because this shits on mine too and calls me out. Or, it did. But I forgot that it did.
Anyway, a two pattern drop today!! I tried to hard to rush the pattern last week, when I should have realized that it wasn’t even close to being finished. I decided at last minute, that the “Dollars and cents” pattern wasn’t as funny as I orignially thought, and I decided that the “More lost than found” pattern was the superior choice.
Well, yeah. Thanks to that decision, I tried to rush the MLTF pattern. I listed it, I made an IG post, and then 3 minutes later, I deactivated the listing and deleted the IG post. That pattern was CLEARLY no where near finished.
And, since you fine tumblr people grace me with your presence, Y’ALL GET THE PATTERNS A DAY EARLIER THAN INSTA. You are highly prized, valuable, and special.
Please don’t forget to buy these! Don’t be late in buying these. AND DON’T FORGET WHERE YOU PUT IT WHEN YOU DOWNLOAD IT!
So, if you have neurodivergent ADHD followers, please do all of us a neurodivergent favor. Reblog this and call them all out. Misery loves company, right? I mean, who ISN’T miserable when you JUST HAD THE THING SO WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!
Or, just reblog this because it’s relatable.
Anyway, find the pattern in my “Hilarious patterns” section of my etsy page at
www.SturdyNerdyStitchery.Etsy.com
and consider supporting my awesome content and buy me a coffee. It’s also the place where I post free patterns of the craptastic variety. Those who have been around since the beginning times, know what I mean.
I bought a toilet and put it in my bedroom. I don't regret a thing.
I cannot tell the truth Oh, you lost it, bought a rifle, took it home Put it in The tent... Westley Barnes: "Werewolves were never actually a thing. some men in costumes.
Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes
just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks
there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.
edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.
#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
These two kids are Hamza (the oldest) and Qusai (the youngest).
Their mother shares this video and bids them goodbye. They were both killed by Israeli bombardment 5 days ago. She says:
[Two days before Hamza and Qusai were killed, hamza asked me: "mom, when we die, where will I go?" And I told him: "you will be a bird in heaven, my love." He said: "and Qusai?" "Just like you inshallah."
And indeed, two days later, he left and took his brother with him. It's like he was preparing me for saying goodbye to both of them. Heaven is more beautiful than any place on this Earth, habibi. We will meet and be reunited one day, me, your dad and you two].
Our kids don't deserve to die already thinking about what will happen to them, they don't deserve to die already terrified, anticipating their death because the world failed them and decided their lives mean nothing. We are not numbers. Remember their names and their stories.
okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.