I’m 35 now. Also here’s the original doodle
i feel like i just walked past jesus in a hot topic
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Peter Solarz
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if i look back, i am lost
Cosmic Funnies
NASA
Keni
Misplaced Lens Cap

Love Begins
One Nice Bug Per Day
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I’m 35 now. Also here’s the original doodle
i feel like i just walked past jesus in a hot topic
oh and while im art spamming a bonus sasha and tim
What it looks like to me is that these churns of outrage aren't actually about anything that these creators say or do, so much as they are a kind of reflexive action in response to literally any kind of friction. Like an angry infected rash flaring up with pain when it is brushed by a feather.
The show you like is telling a slightly different story than what you want? Friction is the same as pain so it is hurting me, AAAA!!! Your expectation of what was going to happen to that character you liked didn't pan out? Friction! Friction hurts! You're hurting me!!
But where the Disney Corporation can run a fucking angle grinder across the rash and barely provoke an "ow," indie creators (especially if they are not men), can get nearly run off the internet for things like factually answering a direct question or stating that the story they are writing has main characters.
There's a lot of misogyny in that, obviously, and in many awful flavors, but I think there's also mixed in there a very peculiar kind of consumer-brained entitlement. We expect that the big corporations will fuck us over every two seconds, and we expect to be utterly powerless to do anything about it because all they give a shit about is Line Go Up, but indie creators (especially if they are not men) are expected to be the balm to that infected rash. Where everything else in the world is painful and mean and uncomfortable, independent queer creators are expected to produce the comfortable swaddling bandage that dulls the pain and soothes the sensitivity. This is supposed to be our happy place, our safe place. It's supposed to be ours and belong to us and serve us.
And so they moment they produce friction, any friction, literally the tiniest amount of friction imaginable, well that's a failure! You are failing to live up to your purpose, and that's not just a creative failure but a moral and personal and spiritual failure too. It's a sin, in fact, it is a kind of evil. Friction hurts, and that means you are hurting me!
It creates this fucked up upside-down bizarro logic wherein the corpos and the companies can transgress to almost literally any degree, as much as they want, as often as they want, but queer independent creators (and I cannot stress this enough: especially if they are not men) have to walk tightrope on a razor wire and may God help their souls if they ever put a foot wrong. We will shake and shake and shake the towers until they each fall down; I didn't like that step I think you were taking, how dare you believe you deserve to be up there!
I tried to draw Porrim! (Also one of my first times trying to draw a plus sized person, I’m quite proud)
there is a wasps nest in my attic.
draft book 3
draft book 1
dave strider angel with a shotgun
dave strider!! with his turntables, maybe?? and sick ass outfit?
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this is Abashe and jaro
The Archive
I swear I had an idea where I was going with this but I kinda got lost
My first time ever cosplaying Terezi Pyrope!!
For context, this is a YA novel about somebody who wakes up in a new person’s body every morning, and tries to maintain a romance with the love interest Rhiannon, despite those circumstances.
Anyway, GOOD LORD does it have a weird way of depicting fat people! This whole chapter is genuinely really disturbing to read and the protagonist doesn’t reflect on it that much for the remainder of the book.. I did genuinely throw it across the room over this.
This is sick!!! How’d you make the mask?
Thank you, and sorry for the late reply! It’s just cardboard, acrylic paint, some glue and an old shoelace lol (the picture is from before I glued everything together and added the string/shoelace to tie it around my head)