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Follow me on Instagram as well! That’s where my home is!
It’s the same name as here!
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The Tall Grass
Actual bust drawing of Eddie this time
my favourite instagram account is "wheredoesthepeecomeout" and it's run by a girl who asks men on tinder where cis women pee from and then documents their answers
some highlights:
everybody sit down we have a winner
Brief Encounter (1945) dir. David Lean
Loadout commission for BB on Discord!
Eddie Gluskin but he’s not trying to kill you right now
eugh!
Sketches from a dream I had last night??? Idk how Crashbox got in there???
Link attached is me explaining a part of the weird dream
Dude, I was so out of it last night. I dreamed that the entire cast of CrashBox was in my current school gym. The rule was: the gym lights h
Dude, I was so out of it last night.
I dreamed that the entire cast of CrashBox was in my current school gym. The rule was: the gym lights had to be off with only the sunlight shining through- otherwise, they’ll all just not doing anything in the dark, or they’ll just do what they do on the show.
Think of it like Night At The Museum or something. This cast wanted privacy LMAO. So, I look around and see all of my senior classmates running and crying and going up to tightly embrace the cast member they love. Then on the right- I see Johnny and Dora (newslady) just chilling.
Specifically: Johnny was laid back in a chair while Dora was sitting on top of the desk in front of him. Both chilling. For some damn reason I started to do that face- yknow that face you do whenever you’re about to cry really hard, but the cry doesn’t come out?- yeah, that’s the one. The crybaby face I was holding in felt SO REAL that I could feel myself irl doing it! I walked over to them and Johnny bursted out and said “Heeey, birthday girl!” (This one was probably because I had just came from a birthday party yesterday. So it accidentally got transferred). and Dora followed it up with “Hi sweetie! When’s your birthday again?”
After I told them that it’s {REDACTED}, I woke up irl thanks to my school alarm.
I don’t know WHERE that dream came from. All I know is ... This big ass 18 year old was extremely happy when she woke up, and I actually had tears on my face.
i have a hot take about vine and tik tok if you allow me
vine’s entire concept was “show don’t tell” while tik tok’s entire concept is “tell don’t show”
might risk sounding like an Old Fart but i want to elaborate what i mean:
sometimes i will see Tiktoks that are just people talking to a camera about a thing that happened to them and then at the end… won’t even show the thing they’re talking about. they’re just talking to a camera. that or the few staged jokes take waaaaaay too much time to get to the punchline, and the punchline isn’t even funny (and the acting is bad)
meanwhile on vine, you only had 7 seconds, and in 7 seconds you could have anything happen, and a dude said “back at it at krispy kreme” and did backflips and kicked out a sign in his final flip and the video just cut with no explanation, and it was the greatest vine on earth
fucked up how colors look different depending on what screen you’re looking at them on. that should be illegal I think
this fucking shit, you know
I spend so much time carefully picking and adjusting the colors in every single drawing I make that I’d probably lose my mind if I didn’t just repeatedly push this out of my memory and pretend it’s not a thing. Why am I reblogging a blank empty post that doesn’t say anything??? Weird
good news! you can’t make sure that everyone will see the correct colors on their own device, but you can make sure your monitor is as accurate as possible for printing and sharing by calibrating it!
there are a bunch of free monitor tests, but here’s an easy one you can use. the passmark and eizo tests are also pretty good, though passmark doesn’t work in your browser. be warned that some tests may cause eye strain.
you can either use the settings built into your monitor itself or use the display color calibration settings in your operating system to adjust the settings until everything looks correct, and then enjoy your accurate colors.
REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE
Photographers, too. Color calibrate your monitors if you intend to print or sell your work. There’s a ton of info out there for this.
awesome story. black doctors and nurses are the best.
We need more of this
I'm not a PoC but this is just incredible, *exceptional*, culturally sensitive patient care, period. Absolutely should be shared with every healthcare professional I know.
We should always keep in mind that we are treating an entire person, not simply their condition, and the effects seemingly minor kindnesses can have on them long after they leave our care.
If you want to support black doctors who are just starting out, Farrah-Amoy Fullerton, a fourth-year med student at the University of Alabama at Birmingham just set up a way for people to help black fourth year med students transition to their residencie. This often means moving to a new city where they won't get a paycheck for weeks. Black students are also less likely to have access to generational wealth to keep them afloat during school. So if you have a few bucks and want to buy a graduation gift for a future black doctor, check out this article or search #medgradwishlist on twitter.
I spent ten years building up a following on Tumblr. I had 30k+ followers, great engagement, it helped my career thrive like nothing else. I could quit my day job and live off the fan base I’d accrued.
Then, their policies changed. Half my work was no longer allowed. People left the site in droves. I left too, for awhile. I came back to a ghost town. I still have 25k followers, but I don’t think more than 10% are active anymore. I’m followed by ghosts. Same with DeviantArt, although I was never quite as big there, and I’ve been gone so much longer.
This disallowed half of my work was never allowed on Facebook in the first place, or Instagram, but their algorithms are such that my stuff rarely makes it to anyone’s feeds, and if I post a link to where people could actually pay me for my content, it’s hidden unless I pay for it. Patreon swept my work away to a dark corner where no one could see it unless I personally guided them there. Twitch is so strict you can’t even show bare feet. The death of Google Reader means nobody follows RSS feeds anymore, so I can’t direct people to my own site.
So there’s Twitter I guess, where I can post whatever I want, but again, algorithms. But more than that, I don’t have the energy to build up a following once again on a site I don’t own that can delete my career on a whim. The thought of spending time jumping around through hoops for attention just to have it taken away again has stripped any motivation I had to try.
The internet has been gentrified. All the small cute houses and mom & pop shops have been shut down and replaced by big corporations that control everything. I’ve been making webcomics for twenty years, and at the start, the internet was a beautiful wild place. Everyone had a home page. It was like having a house and people came to visit you and you would visit other people in their houses. Now, we don’t visit each other in personal spaces anymore. It’s like we have to visit each other in the aisles of a megamart. Everything is clean and sanitized and the weirdos who made the internet what it was are no longer welcome. No space for freaks anymore.
People still ask me for advice on how to break into comics, and I don’t have any wisdom because I don’t recognize the internet anymore. I don’t feel comfortable working within its boundaries which seems to be getting smaller and smaller and smaller. None of the tools I used when I started exist anymore. They’ve been replaced by things I don’t know how to use. I don’t think I could break into comics today. 2002 had so few barriers compared to now. You might have started on Keenspace, but you could reach a point where you could break away to your own site and people would go to it. Now, you start on Webtoon or Patreon and I guess you just stay there? It feels so much like owning a hardware store for years and then having to go work as a cashier at the Home Depot that put you out of business. I’m looking at my career trajectory and it all points to being a Wal-Mart greeter with uncontrolled arthritis.
I don’t want to make “content,” I want to make comics, I want to make art, and I want to do it in a space that is mine. I’m not sure there’s a place for that anymore.
Atticus, my sniper, looks like puberty hit him wAAAAAY late.
The first drawing is what he currently looks like (my new loadout), and the second drawing is what he looked like almost two years ago.
Crazy. Shit feels like it was just yesterday . Anyways, sorry for another bust drawing. I PROMISE I’ll do full action stuff whenever I have the time. Right now we’re extremely busy with graduation stuff and final grades
Ok so now that my repressed memories have return, and I've sent a minute on crashbox tumblr, I have to ask.
Why do we all love/identify with Jumping Johnny Jumble?! I need to know!
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So a friend commissioned me to draw MayWeather eating a banana