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Sean changing is never bad

Change in general is never bad, change is mostly for the better and this is what I’m here to talk about.

Sean is changing. Yes he may not have green hair like he used to, and thats ok. Its gonna sound cliche but its whats on the inside that counts. And personally i perfer coffee bean Sean over green bean Sean anyday. mostly because Im used to it. Also not only is he changing physically, he is changing mentally and emotionally i mean look at him and think:

he looks like he has been the happiest he’s ever been. Alot of changes has happened so far in the year and its scary for everyone personally its scary for me sometimes. but know that he is changing for the better and right now he has been the happiest he has been in a really long time. And we really get to see him as a person in general.

and not only that he has been doing stuff that he never thought he would do. And he has met some cool friends along the way. Mark, Felix, Robin, Gab, Vernon, Tucker, Ethan, TROY BAKER HIMSELF, and BRIAN DECHART HIMSELF. I mean he went on a world tour traveling the U.S and Europe.

And all because of that change. He is getting better of not second guessing himself, and not reflecting on the bad things that happened during the year. yes we all have doubts and we second guess, and we reflect on bad things and thats ok we are human the important thing is to get back up and keep trying.

Because if he can do it

so can you

It’s fucking prison camps holding 1,400 children. that’s fascism. 

Ghoulssssss 🧟‍♀️⚡️ 🦇🩷 🐾🌙

Did some redesigns of the MH protagonists for fun🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️, definitely will do more characters🫰

THIS IS THE BEST DATE ANYONE COULD TAKE ME ON

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We'd make a hot fem!Danti couple ;)

AnD gEt aL tHe suPPliEs wE nEeD hErE

Do you think maybe a cool alternative to this day could be something like a "Drag Makeover" so that it's just dress up fun?

Because in a sense on that specific day, you could literally just draw a normal ego and call it a genderswap because gender isn't, and never has been, a physical thing.

Idk i like the drag idea, I might just draw an ego in drag for the fun of it ;3

I will say this post isn't meant to be harmful but helpful, i hope it is

If not tell me to...

Genderswaps

So, recently an art event called #wholesomemonth began that was centered around the JackSepticEye community! I think it’s a great idea and I think it’s a wonderful way to bring the community together and spread positivity. There is one problem I have with the event, however: 

Week 3: Genderswap. 

I’m sure the intention was harmless and meant to just be fun, but the whole concept of Genderswapping is a very sticky issue. So I’m going to break down some issues with genderswapping. 

1. There’s no such thing as “the opposite gender.” 

When you think of genderswapping, you typically think of changing someone from a man to a woman, or vise versa. 

But you could also change their gender to identify as nonbinary. But nobody ever thinks of that.

Genderswapping heavily enforces the idea of two genders and mocks people that fall in between the spectrum in gender.

2. Assumes the character is cis.

One huge headcanon I’ve seen around the JSE community is trans! Jackieboyman man. But how would you exactly genderswap him? 

Genderswaps can come off as transphobic and erase trans identities, or create harmful stereotypes.

3. Sex characteristics =/= gender.

A lot of people assume that one’s genitals = gender. 

But that’s very wrong and very transphobic.

Unforunately, with a lot of genderswapping, people change a character genitals and add other sex characteristics, like breasts and wider hips.

This type of thinking leads to people being misgendered solely for their sex characteristics. 

4. Gender presentation/expression =/= gender.

Imagine someone likes wearing a dress, something typically defined as “woman’s clothing.” Now imagine everyone calling said person a girl or woman solely because of the dress.

Just because you wear a dress, use makeup, or shave doesn’t mean you’re a woman. 

Just because you wear flannel, have a beard, or watch sports doesn’t mean you’re a man. 

Gender presentation is a spectrum, much like gender itself. And so narrow it down so a character only does one is just wrong.

I understand that genderswaps aren’t intentionally meant to be harmful. They’re just something someone thought would be a neat concept. But in reality they’re a lot more harmful then some might think. They perpetuate negative stereotypes and enforce the idea of gender identity and presentation, and focuses solely on two genders.

I’m not telling you to boycott #wholesomemonth or anything like that! I’m just asking that when this day arrives, before you pick up your pen or start writing, consider: why am I imagining or drawing them in this way? 

To quote a very wise dude: “Make trans headcanons. Make them respectfully. If you just want to draw your fav with tits in a dress, just do that without calling them a ~fem~ version. If you can’t do that, maybe think about why.” - @ordinaryquip

So, to sum it up nice and easier: Please don’t genderswap characters.

((Credit to @ordinaryquip for coming up with several of the points.))

Warning, some gore, read at your own risk .-.

I wasn't expecting this.

I had gone out to the country side to visit my grandmother. She was a kind old lady with muscles of stone. The farm she ran was of good size, her crops were always handled well by her farm hands. Grandpa wasn't around, he'd passed away only 3 years ago. That wound was still pretty fresh in my heart, and grandma's. She had me stay in her guest room. She'd kept it pretty tidy, not a speck of dust in the room. The only sign of life i saw was the odly shaped spiderweb in the corner, which when I pointed it out grandma came in with her duster and took care of it.

Everyone knew I had a bad immune system. I grew up in the city and got sick often. That being said I grew to hate doctors as I saw them way too much. Mom didn't want to move out here, but couldn't pay enough to leave the city and head to the suburbs. So, until mom's got everything set up, I'm gonna be here for a while. At around nine, I got into bed. I was cuddled up all fine and dandy until I felt a pinch on the right side of my face. I sat up startled and stuck my hands to it while I turned on the lamp on the left side table. I saw something in my peripheral that looked to be a dark brown blob, I wasn't wearing my glasses. I hurriedly smashed them onto my face but tge culprit was gone. I stood up and headed to the restroom, looking in the mirror and checked my face. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.... I went back to bed that night.

I wish I'd woke up Grandma.

The next morning I awoke to a stinging pain in the same spot. I reached up to touch it in my sleep only to hiss and jump back from the sharp stinging pain. My fingertips looked to have blood and pus along them. I hurried into the bathroom again to see that the spot from last night had practically melted in a circular pattern. It was red and brown, and the puss seemed to ooze slightly from the wound.

I hate doctors.

I can't tell.

I should have told grandma.

I decided I wasn't going to wear glasses today, and I parted my hair to cover the spot. I went along the day playing pretend like everything was fine. That night, I went and looked in the mirror. It was worse. I could see it coming dangerously close to my eye.

I couldn't do it.

The doctors were too much...

I should have told grandma.

The next day I told everyone i wasn't feeling well and didn't want to be bothered. They respected my wishes.

It got worse, the vision in my right eye blurred and I fell asleep. When I awoke, I quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. It had eaten away at the skin and had rotted my eye.

I couldn't see out of my right eye.

I needed help.

I needed to tell Grandma.

I ran back to my room. I hid for another day. I had been eating, sneaking food when no one was awake, but I couldn't keep it down anymore. I was getting sicker.

I didn't have to tell Grandma.

She barged in at the sound of my retching into the small basket. When I looked up at her she gasped holding a shaking hand to her agape mouth.

"Grandma-?"

Her face quickly turned to an angry glare as she slammed my door shut.

"No-! Grandma wait-!" I tried to push open the door but it was stuck.

"Grandma!!" I banged it the door and called out to her.

I went and I sat down after a while, my throat in pieces. I sniffed as I began to cry.

I'm still sitting here.

I should have told grandma. What is that smell-? I look around to see smoke coming up from one of the vents. I gasp and quickly stand up. I ho back to banging on the door.

"Grandma please let me out please help me-!" I screamed out with the voice I had left.

Grandma stood out side the house, a cigarette in her mouth and a hand on the cross that hung around her neck.

"I knew Charles' ghost was still here." Her face was tense.

"I can't believe he got poor 'ol Ally, the sick bastard." She said to herself. The farm hands came running from behind, fire truck sirens in the distance.

I wasn't expecting this.

I thought the girl had just burned to death, but theres signs of brown recluse toxins in her blood.

I need to get Dennis on this case...something's not right.

Eh, could be better. No ghosts, no psychopaths just. Suspicious grandmas and brown recluses.

A horror story that doesn’t involve one of the big three (Paranormal, Aliens, or a Psychopath) just to show me it can actually be done.

IM CRYING 😂😂

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