Kaygee Doodles

[kaygee-doodles]

Bergur and homtdugg

[kaygee-doodles]

I blacked out and wrote like 7k words for G&D. Now I have to figure out where it goes.

[pastelispunx]

My emotions about space travel, and the history of, are strong today.

[kaygee-doodles]

JOB GET!

I'm going to go relief-sob into a lemon drop martini now

[kaygee-doodles]

I PASSED MY CNA EXAM!

Let's fucking goooooo

[kaygee-doodles]

Oh, right, uh, actual stuff-doing will resume shortly. Just let me sleep for a week first

[kaygee-doodles]

I PASSED MY CNA EXAM!

Let's fucking goooooo

[phi-guy]

when im in a shit from ass updates competition but discord shows up

[phi-guy]

AND HERE'S TUMBLR WITH THE STEEL CHAIR ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[shadowsegregious]

say hi to maverik everypony

[goweninsane]

Meme idea

Photoshop the goose from untitled goose game into the background of a photo of a place where something bad happens, but it’s a photo of before the bad thing happening, so it’s implied that the goose caused it

[goweninsane]

like this

[tomparkerpetermanspiderholland]

@ask-link-the-hylian-champion

[liquid-geodes]

OH IF I HAD PHOTOSHOP THE TITANIC WOULD BE MY FIRST TARGET

[goweninsane]

Say no more

[liquid-geodes]

You are my personal hero I hope you know this

[cacoughphany]

May I present a humble alternative, where the goose is present during the bad thing happening, example:

[liquid-geodes]

Oh my god

Put him in Pompeii

[cacoughphany]

i hope it’s okay that this one is stylized;; our dear time traveler must stay with the times if they must wreak havoc appropriately

[cacoughphany]

@grimmtales13 @timetravelingcacti

Your wish is my command

[liquid-geodes]

DOES THE GOOSE HAVE A FUCKIN KNIFE TOO!?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[cacoughphany]

this knife has caused me more suffering than any amount of editing will in my life

[liquid-geodes]

I’m sure Julius Caesar felt the same fucking way about the knife

[cacoughphany]

Too soon-

[liquid-geodes]

ITS BEEN OVER 2000 YEARS (according to google)

[spacingout]

Perfect timing for ides of march

[cacoughphany]

how is this post still alive

[liquid-geodes]

Because we hit the one requirement for tumblr fame: Julius Caesar

You know these fucks go ham for the ides of march

[cacoughphany]

over 2000 (according to google) slutty years later and his fanbase still at it huh

[kaygee-doodles]

Hey guys just finished my CNA classes and clinicals and now I gotta study and gotta beat the test and get the license byeeeee

[millenari]

do you ever re-read your own wips like 'damn the bitch that wrote this oughta finish it'

[important-cat-pics]

[i-like-eyes]

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn't see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it's been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don't use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

[swanjolras-blog-archive-deactiv]

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

[swanjolras-blog-archive-deactiv]

this is far and away the most popular post i ever made on tumblr. people have asked me if they could illustrate it, people have asked me if they could turn it into a novella, people just messaged me to say it made them cry. that means more to me than i can say.

you probably heard that the mars opportunity rover died today. 

it was hard news to hear. i cried at my desk at work. it doesn’t make it easier that it was only supposed to run for 90 days at all; it doesn’t make it easier that it lived 14 years longer than it expected to. it lived a full life. it lived a very good life. it was the first set of eyes on miles and miles of mars. it was an explorer, it was tough, it was very, very brave. and none of that makes it easier, none of that makes it okay that it is not going to sing happy birthday to itself again.

about a year ago, my childhood cat died. i loved her more than anything. i don’t live near my family any more, and i wasn’t there for it, but my parents were, and they held her while her body gave out, and they say she knew she was with them, she knew she was loved.

i know opportunity was a computer inside a movable body, and not a person, or even an animal. still, i wish it had had people to hold it. i wish it had been with the people who cared for it. it seems very hard to me, to die so far from home.

but i think - to the extent to which we can say computers “know” things, which i think is a great deal; i think knowing is most of what computers do; i think if they have a consciousness, knowledge must be nearly all of it-

i think opportunity knew it was loved. 

every couple of months i dream that i’ve gone home and my cat’s there. even now, even though my grieving is over and done with, i visit her in my dreams, and i hold her, and every time, she purrs. she missed me. she’s so happy to be with me again.

that’s a very human thing, dreaming of what we’ve loved. what we’ve lost. dreaming things that outlast death. like robots, and singing.

[aetherograph]

“They called me Voyager. They said to give you this record made of gold. It says, ‘Hello Friend! Hello! We hope you are well. We hope you are happy. Have you eaten? Come visit us when you have the time, we would love to meet you!’.”

Voyager 1 will lose all power to its Low Energy Charged Particle Instrument this November, 2026. After that, all it will have left is its data tape recorder. It is unknown when this instrument will fail. Voyager 1 is the farthest from earth we have ever sent anything. Her sister, Voyager 2, and the younger New Horizons, are the only three things we have sent out of the solar system that are still transmitting back to us.

But only the Voyagers have our voices carried with them. And not only human voices speaking English, but voices speaking over 55 languages, living and ancient; all are words of welcome. Some even include invitations, askings after health, and wishes for joy and peace. My favourite is Punjabi, which says not merely “welcome” but “Welcome home”; and Amoy, which includes “Have you eaten? Come visit us when you have the time”. Not just human voices, but also humpback whales, and the sea, and the birds, and the animals, and the rain and the thunder. We get told the golden record is about “us” but I don’t think it gets emphasised it’s about ALL of us, not just humans. We didn’t want to show the universe just humanity, we wanted to share EARTH.

And I cry about that a lot. I’m not ashamed to say that. I am crying right now as I type this. Because I think that’s just an incredible testament to send out into the universe. I’m so grateful that our legacy will be one of the BEST of humanity, the best of us. I’ve said before, for all the petty problems (and they are PETTY, no matter what governments say) of money and war and power and violence and labour that occupy too much of everyone’s lives, none of that is on our first message–perhaps our only message–out into the universe. There is no sound on that golden record of screaming, of crying, of coughing, of guns or pain or work, of shareholder numbers or stock prices or kings. There is only singing and joy and invitations from friends. There is only the distilled essence of what humans are:

Hello, friend!

Have you eaten?

I hope you’re well!

Come see us!

We love you!

We love you!

We love you!

[kaygee-doodles]

I'm sorry to hear about your cat, mine passed away around this time last year and I still don't feel over it. He was always so friendly and cuddly, and there are days where I just miss having him around so much, it feels like he took a piece of me with him. I hope you are doing okay and looking after yourself 💜

I'm doing alright, crippling debt and depression aside. But I have two lads and a lady that still need looking after, so there's only so much wallowing I can do.

[kaygee-doodles]

It does say something terrible about your self esteem, and I'm glad you're in therapy, but there is absolutely nothing that seperates you from every other human being on the planet. You are just as deserving of rest and care and consideration as everyone else, and the only thing that makes you feel otherwise is your own feelings, because everyone else? At least here on your blog? Everyone who sees your blog and your writing and your bantering thinks you're a pretty cool dude, and nobody reasonable would want you to push yourself to pain, so try to be gentle with yourself, yeah? You don't owe anyone anything, especially not strangers on the internet, and it's a gift that you share your beautiful writing, not something anyone can demand

I hope you have a lovely day!

[kaygee-doodles]

I really miss you dude, I hope you’re doing well!!🙏

Hey, thanks for the well wishes.

I'm currently doing CNA (nurse assistant) clinicals after two weeks of 8 hour a day classes. I'm a little tired, but I need a job more than I need rest right now.

It's been a long, painful slog, but anyone in the US of A can say the same. Just a run of mad bad luck for me personally.

But I have a plan, and I'm taking Hazbin Hotel's 'Brighter' as inspiration...probably without the murder. Probably.