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Introduction post!

I’m W(h)isp (he/him)

I’m always posting things about me on here, stuff I made, writing I wrote, things I thought or said.

I hope you all like it.

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Interests:

Reading (usually novels)

Video game music & music in general

Writing poetry (though I’m not great at it)

Jewelry making

All things queer (weird & lgbtqia)

Performance (voice acting is my absolute favorite kind)

Animation (watching! Not making)

Indie animated shows

Writing

Sewing

Finding cool stuff on the ground

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I’m a minor so like I recommend not interacting with me if you’re older than like twenty but I don’t actually care so long as you’re not weird.

I don’t come to social media for any sexual content so if you or your posts make me uncomfortable don’t take it personally when I block you because I have a right to my echo chamber thankyouverymuch.

(also homophobic/transphobic/aphobic/racist/ableist/anti-semetic/etc dni) + gen ai users dni (i would rather have plural transphobes sending me hate messages than one gen ai user following me. Fuck yall.)

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My asks are open and my messages are too. (I only bite a little bit.)

Reblogs only blog is @whispyreblogs

Hey so I wanted to say that I’m kind of leaving cause I’m feeling a bit burnt out on tumblr and I never come here anymore anyway so I think I’m just gonna formally pause for a while.

I might like or reblog posts occasionally but currently my life isn’t a mess that I desperately need to vent about online and I need to focus on real life.

I used tumblr mostly to improve my mental health cause I was struggling with feeling like nobody was listening to me and it’s worked really well to run a blog but currently it isn’t beneficial for me to do upkeep here so I’m powering down until further notice.

Also I’m going to freeze my queue now so that a) I have a built up queue to come back to when/if I return, and b) so nobody gets the illusion that I’m still active cause they don’t know I’m a queue poster.

So long for now,

-Your friend Whisp

What’s more autistic?

1. Being autistic

Or

2. Writing a concept book plot in middle school for a graphic novel about an android who has trouble fitting in with humans finding an adorable romance with a quirky mechanic.

My new friend is more transfem than like half of the transfem people I know. Spiritually this man is like 200% a lesbian. Someone get me popcorn.

I’m a lazy guy rn. There is so much media that I want to consume and yet here I lay unmoving with my half done choir homework & a sore throat from singing tenor even though I’m not a tenor like a chump.

I realize that I haven’t been writing any poetry on here recently. That might be because my mental illness has decided to fuck off or because I’m like busy as fuck now and I don’t have time to Contemplate(TM ) Whatever though. It’s probably a good thing?

I’m going to my first concert on Saturday :D I can’t wait. I only know two of the songs on the live list so I guess I have a lotta homework…

I know it’s selfish of me to say but I really hope that my friends stay in the intermediate choir group with me next year. I doubt I’m going to be good enough for the advanced choir and I don’t want them to leave me and I know they’re so much better than I am so they’ll probably get in.

Step 1: ask yourself, are you a watermelon?

step 2: if you are in fact a watermelon, eat yourself

Step 3: if you are not a watermelon, go back to step 1

Throwback to when I wrote this bullshit in middle school. I think I had just watched every Tim Burton movie or something.

It was a dusty town, an old one, a dark one. One with narrow streets that were so worn that there were signs telling people to drive half the speed limits. The locals were an even divide of soulless ageless corpses with no past, seniors who never moved out of this dump in their youth, antique shop owners with shelves of useless knickknacks that’ll never be bought, and people like me, who are desperately trying to find a way out.

My sauce tastes like alcohol :( it’s not supposed to be like that. I’m sad now.

God please don’t tell me I’m about to date another mentally ill person. My brain can’t take it. I have like no mental/emotional availability. Help.

Sometimes love is making the guy you like a literal cage and giving it to him after knowing him less than a week.

Guess who got laryngitis? This guy got laryngitis. He’s mad about it. He has no voice to scream with.

Ugh my mental flexibility is so bad… I hate group projects so much. Kill meeeeee.

I love singing songs written by straight men about women about straight men. Yes that baby squirrel is a sexy motherfucker. I’m going to show him when he’s mine all mine. Won’t you stay with me? Mister miseeerrryyyyy? Boy u really got me bad, im gonna get u back. You don’t need nobody ooh mister independent, but then you come my way lookin for some company. Thanks for all the practice but I found the one and trust me when I say I love him more than I had ever done 2 u. I’ll forever & always be, falling for him unconditionally <3