33, Latin, nonbinary so she/her or they/them pronouns are good, but won't really mind he/him either. Bisexual/Polyamorous. I'm a graphic artist and occasional animator who is too emotionally invested in cartoons. I enjoy doing the art thing, working mainly in Fire Alpaca and Adobe Animated and occasionally whatever other kind of medium I can get my little gremlin hands on. I also enjoy working with traditional media like sculpting when I can, and I also love cooking. I have also recently gotten into learning how to mod games, currently learning to mod Starbound, Don't Starve Together and Stardew Valley. I have an identical twin sister over yonder who also does the art thing.
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I’ve recently started hosting my Rebooted Webcomic, Palexglow on Webtoons
I try to update every Sunday, so please check it out to show support~!
This webseries is very near and dear to my heart, having originally started it in 2006 before going on a semi-permanent hiatus in around 2014. I’m very glad to be getting back into drawing for it and my characters, and if you were around from the beginning I hope you love what I’ve been doing with it as well.
Kindof sortof made a new tumblr, since my current old one can’t seem to have posts show up in tags due to having been marked as NSFW Once Upon a Time ago and now am unable to fix that thanks to tumblr’s new shitty policies/the way it’s setup.
Or at least that’s how it seems like… anyway I’ll probably still keep this one too Just ‘cus and I’m gonna be super lazy about transferring all my sideblogs to my new account too so it’s whatever.
Apparently new accounts’ posts don’t show up in tags either so I guess we’ll have to wait and see if the new account was also entirely pointless. Eh :l
Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*
My cat: Father is…evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.
I am so incredibly glad we finally moved on from “i can has”. Cats are clearly smart enough for advanced sentence structure and dumb enough to draw entirely incorrect conclusions about what they’re talking about.
My cat, banging the cabnet door over and over and over: bang bang bang
Me: you will not earn what you desire by banging the cabinet door.
My cat: This is a test of wills, is it not? We shall see if your ability to put up with my incessant banging outlasts my eternal lust for snackie treats. Years of conditioning have hardened me for this purpose. bang bang bang
Me: ksst!
My cat, throwing herself to the ground like she’s been shot: Oh! Oh I have been assailed in my own home! Have mercy, have pity! Surely in the cruel darkness of your heart there is some mote of goodness that might stay your hand! Do not strike me, I pray you!
Me: ok
My cat, after waiting about 3 minutes: bang bang bang
I STEPPED OUTSIDE OF THE FRONT DOOR OF MY OWN HOME ONLY TO FIND THE DEER THAT TRIED TO KICK MY ASS LAST YEAR STANDING RIGHT THERE IN MY FRONT YARD. BOLD AS BRASS.
for those of you who were not here last year: this deer is the most obnoxious, unnatural red-orange color I’ve ever seen, only appears when it’s raining, and once chased me a quarter mile through the woods. her name is Hot Cheeto Hatred and she is my nemesis
I am RECEIVING the time periods he is transmitting with his gestures and expressions. That’s amazing! How did he act “the 1970s” with his face, and how did I understand it, despite having never touched a single 1970. How is that slight eyebrow gesture absolutely the 2010s. He made the same Grandpa Face that all of the men of the 1940s could make in photos: amazing.
Have any of you heard of the Harvard MIT Pigeon Prank?
An MIT student dressed in a black-and-white striped shirt went to the Harvard football stadium every day of one summer, blowing a whistle while scattering breadcrumbs or birdseed to coax neighborhood pigeons down onto the field. At Harvard’s opening game of the season, upon the referee’s first whistle, it’s said that hundreds of pigeons descended onto the field, causing a half-hour delay.