You know what I want? Culture clashes between the pokemon regions.
Someone from Unova travels to Kanto/Johto wearing a t-shirt with a big R on the chest. They get dirty looks for it and have no idea what’s going on.
A Kalosian meets someone from Sinnoh and keeps standing too close to them. The Sinnoh native keeps stepping back uncomfortably, but the Kalosian keeps stepping closer.
Someone from Johto goes to Unova and ????EVERYTHING IS SO BIG=????
A Hoennian meets up with a Kalosian and the Kalosian goes for cheek kisses while the Hoennian goes for a gentle head butt.
people from johto visiting sinnoh get pulled aside by police because they don’t know that keeping your pokemon outside its pokeball outside of amity square is illegal
trainers from kanto and johto wondering why the game corner doesn’t give out pokemon as prizes
kanto trainers expecting to be given a bunch of rocks for playing in the sinnoh safari zone and instead finding out that you’re supposed to throw mud at pokemon
“what the fuck are you doing” “i’m slathering honey all over this tree to attract wild pokemon to it” “why don’t you just fucking headbutt it you dumb shit” “e-excuse me what”
a lot of discourse on the proper way to plant berries (“just plant them in the ground it’s not difficult” “yes okay but have you heard of berry pots” “do you just plant them wherever? why would you do that just get your own berry orchard” “I CAN ONLY PLANT BERRIES IN MY DREAMS”)
kalos trainers getting really confused when they take their clefairy to kanto and it’s getting its ass handed to it by fighting-types
unova/kalos trainers getting really fucking sick of foreigners trying to eat their vanillite
The Attitude problem: “No one cares about my art.” when it’s said by artists that:
Never post their art/post it super infrequently.
If they do post art? They don’t tag it or have a tag for it.
Don’t have an art blog for it.
Don’t link their work.
Delete their work like, two hours later.
Don’t have links on their blog for the places their work can be seen.
Post at like 3am and only post it to tumblr where it becomes lost in the void.
I hate to tell you this but the reason no one cares? Is because barely anyone is seeing it.
You are basically making art and then cramming it in a drawer and wondering why people don’t come into your room and just know you’re an artist.
And it’s easy to fix. It might not get you thousands of new followers but with time? It can up your chances of people actually seeing the shit you make.
How to fix it:
I should NOT have to say this. I really shouldn’t. But post your work? POST YOUR WORK. POST. YOUR. WORK. I don’t care if it’s an afternoon scribble or a 6 month long labor of love. POST IT.
And post it often (if you can of course. This is one I’m lenient on cause ya’ll obviously have lives outside of Tumblr.)
Make an art blog.
Link said art blog on your main blog as a link in you sidebar and header where it can be seen. Most people won’t take the time to go hunt for your art blog if you just post the link and never mention it again. Make that shit AVAILABLE.
Share that art blog with people. Do you have a Deviantart? Link the art blog! Do you have a Twitter? Link the art blog! That way your followers know, consistently, that it’s you on all of those accounts and not just someone that shares your username!
If you don’t make an art blog? Have a tag for your art and link that sucker in your header/sidebar.
Reblog art from your art blog to your main blog. No, you’re not bothering anyone. You are advertising. If some of your followers got an issue with that? Then they’re not respecting you or your work.
TAG. YOUR. WORK. The first five tags count and your work will show up in those tags. Choose wisely.
Don’t delete because you’ve not gotten a lot of notes. Don’t quit on yourself like that. Okay, look, I made a post 2 years ago that recently skyrocketed to 15k notes. Sometimes the right person just hasn’t seen it yet. Leave that shit up!
Posting at 3am? Worried no one will see it? Schedule that shit to post later!
Don’t constantly check for notes. That will drive you crazy. Do other stuff, have a drink, walk your dog, draw more stuff, whatever you want to do. Come back and check it later on.
Don’t let yourself be the reason you work is not seen! Get out of your own way! Work to give your art it’s own spotlight so people can find it instead of burying it in a sea of memes and cute animal posts.
Because trust me, as someone that regularly goes looking at the blogs of people who make these claims? It’s really frustrating when I see you bitchin but I can’t find your work anywhere. I WANT to give you a spotlight. I WANT to share what you’re making. But if you hide it I can’t do that for you! Let people see the beautiful things you make!
Important message for artists!
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Pretend ur invasive self hating thoughts r being said to u by a 13 y/o boy on xbox live trying to get a rise out of you like
“Your girlfriend dumped you because you’re ugly”
that’s nice tim isn’t it past ur bedtime
also, if you have intrusive violent thoughts, pretend they’re being said to u by an annoying backseat driver
“drive into that pole” thanks karen or i could not do that
Perfect
you can also pretend that the Super Paranoid thoughts are being said by that conspiracy theorist in your history class
“maybe they poisoned you” maybe you should fuck off, geoffrey-with-a-g
OHH MAN I DO THIS SHIT EVERY DAY
My favorite for intrusive anxious thoughts is to pretend Spock’s behind you with an answer.
“did I lock the door-”
captain you have locked the door every day for over ten years, and it is very hard for most people to break even subconscious habits, so you most definitely locked the door
I told my new psychiatrist about how I learned this from y'all and his eyes lit up. He didn’t smile but he did nod a whole bunch of times, it was great.
I like to pretend that my intrusive thoughts are being said to me by a super uptight religious white lady
“god hates you because you don’t believe in him” “your failures are too great to be forgiven by anyone” “everything you do is wrong and you are going to burn in hell”
thanks for the input brenda but fuck right off
I would just like to say that I love you all for this idea.
Imagine it like this. There is a long road that goes for miles and miles. You need to get to that end of the road and you are offered to travel with any of Cartoon Network’s shows. Each cartoon has a different way to go down that road. You can only go with them one at a time so you chose who to hang out with while on the road.
Steven Universe is a nice looking convertible with its roof down, full of people of all flavors of life. You are sitting in shotgun as the driver cruises down the road at a steady pace. Not going very fast. Preferring to let you enjoy the scenery around you as everybody in the car have interesting and meaningful conversations about all aspects of life. Both the happy and sad parts of it. The driver will sometimes speed up so to show off some cool tricks. Everybody cheers, things go back to their brisk pace, and the car ride ends when you reach your destination. You step out of the car feeling like you had a good time. Hoping to get a chance to ride again whenever possible.
Meanwhile, Clarence is the type of cartoon who would rather take a nice walk down the road than go in a car. It is just you and the cartoon. Walking down casually that long road. The cartoon will chat it up with you. Asking questions and telling you some anecdotes from their life. Occasionally stopping to point out something they find interesting. Other times you’re both running for a brisk about of time before catching your breath. You find them to be a bit annoying at times, but you know they mean well. You both share some laughs and soon enough you are at the end of the road. Feeling a little bit satisfied from what you had accomplished. You thank your new friend for the memorable walk and went your separate ways. Not minding crossing paths with them again in the future.
And there’s the Powerpuff Girls reboot. It is a car that is used and little worn out. It is the car that was once owned by a good friend from your childhood who left it behind for some newer vehicles. The new owner gave it a new paint job to make it look nice, and did some customization to its engine. You remembered having so much fun in this car in the past and was expecting a great time. You then sat in car and regret everything. The driver turns out to be really interested in social issues but doesn’t quite understand them all that well. Yet they never shut up about it. All the windows are up and the AC is off. You sit there in silence as the car moves at the same speed as those Clarence kids outside your window. The owner of the car keeps talking about how much of a progressive thinker they are while also using a bunch of “young people” slang to sound hip. You want to jump out, but the doors are all locked.
Then the car keeps breaking down after every couple minutes. It turns out that when the new owner was customizing the engine, they had removed some really important parts that were needed for the car to run. The owner assures you that they added something better than those old parts. The sound of clanging under the hood does not fill you with confidence about the quality of those new parts. So you spend the whole trip stopping and going while in a stuffy car listening to this weirdo who loves talking out of their ass about how much cooler they made this vehicle of their’s. When you finally get to your destination, you step out of car and land face first into the concrete. The driver smiles and waves. Telling you that they will see you tomorrow.
You tell yourself that you will not go back in that death trap ever again. Then you go back in the next day. And the next. Some days were not as bad while others were absolutely dreadful. You keep torturing yourself because you hope that by seeing how much these car rides are hurting you, the driver will think about fixing some of the problems the car had. This glimmer of hope is the only thing that keeps you alive.
