I occasionally post some sketches or short animatics here and there (maybe even some writing), but since they’re usually swamped by reblogs. I made this post for those who wanna see them. But I also made a new blog just for these posts. @noimcynical
‘you should have a separate sideblog for each of your interests’ actually my followers like the variety. they love to see me liveblog an anxiety attack and reblog 10 gifsets of my favorite little meow meow seconds later. its enrichment for them
He's genderfluid, he's a transman, he's transfem, he's actually cis and gnc, he's a transwoman but look the exact same as in canon, he's transmasc and wears feminine clothes, he's nonbinary
You always got strange looks whenever you fed the neighborhood ravens. “I give them food, they give me company,” you’d say. One day, a raven excitedly comes up to you and whispers, “A neighbor plots against you, my lord.”
I know that people love them, but I never liked Kincaid paintings.
That's because it has neither life nor character
OK, but like... Do his spines & atomic breath light up?
Christ, @rannulfr I had forgotten about the light-up Kinkaid prints with the real-paint daubed highlights done by some poor worker until this very moment
@start-missing-everybody One of my first teenage jobs was selling those at the mall. I walked out after 2 weeks because the manager promised salary plus commission but then pocketed half the commission.
My ex-mum LOVED this schmuck (Kincaid, not Godzilla,) and dragged me to a couple of his "galleries" as a teenager. My dad and I bought her a big, signed print and got it framed for her birthday when I was seventeen in order to bribe her to be less fucking awful for a month or so. She hung the damn thing above the heath, where it crowned the unspeakable cheesiness of her faux-Victorian McMansion. The fucking James Patterson of painters, jfc.
Godzilla would have been a blessing. Even IRL Godzilla would at least have put dad and I out of our misery.
Ordered this BEAUTIFUL desk organizer online
because i've been living like a troglodite. i have way too much shit on my desk all the damn time bc of too much traditional art media
problem is though...
my dumbass forgot to check the specifications, this is , this is for dolls.
so im just using it to store my papreclips, post it notes and kneable eraser.
there's been a couple times that i've gone to the local sex club and every time i was at an event there was one man just fully naked walking around. same guy every time. hog like a hoagie roll when flaccid and he was always flaccid. anyway at one of the less populated events i got to sit and talk with him and he told me that he told me he was always naked because, despite it being a sex club, people still don't know when it's 'okay' to start getting into it and he decided he'd be the one thing to break the ice and make everybody comfortable, because you know you can start doing whatever you wanna do when there's just a naked guy walking around. he then asked if i wanted a silicone copy of his dick for my strap. never in my life have i felt such an instant respect for a person.
Official Hog Like A Hoagie Roll Post
