i’m not crying you’re crying
I’ve been quite busy with work lately, so I’m slowly getting back into drawing for my own projects ! Here are some fantasy girls ✨
Anonymous asked:
If you wanna, you can download the Freddi games from MyAbandonware and play them on ScummVM. It's a free open source tool that rewrites several of the most common old game engines (almost any Humongous Entertainment game will work, for instance) and makes them perfectly compatible on almost any modern OS. All you have to do is download the game, point ScummVM at it, and away you go!
oh very cool, thanks for the tip! ☺️
My most stereotypically white person habit is I really do LOVE saying “looks like we got here at the right time” if a place gets crowded after we’ve been seated
wait so the new superman animated show has clark kent transforming into superman a la magical girl anime sequence???
if your man does this that’s not your man that’s sailor moon
Sailor Krypton.
I want to point out that this transformation sequence is inspired by Precure! The cape thingy comes from Cure Mermaid's transformation sequence!
I know nothing about this Superman show but I can confirm it was inspired by Pretty Cure, not Sailor Moon. I saw a tweet going around the other day featuring concept art for this scene and it was titled "Pretty Cure Style". I'd link to the tweet but I've since quit twitter so you'll have to trust me on this
Update: I forced my way through twitter again to find the proof:
A few months ago my mom got our dog a really nice like $60 dog bed that Ellie just absolutely refuses to sleep in because she’d rather be in bed with my mom or on the couch. So my mom gave Josh and I the bed to see if Vincent would like it and it’s an immediate hit, he jumped in as soon as I put it down and won’t move
I’ve never seen this cat knead before and now he can’t stop!
seeby
What’s the height comparison between Sir Connell and Quynn
Sir Connell is 6’2” or just about 188 cm and Quynn is 5’4” or 162 cm
I realized I don’t have many drawings of them standing next to each other 💀 but here he is kinda leaning over to get an idea
They did it again
Oh, cool! I love the behind-the-scenes stuff. If you’ve never seen the original (this version is narrower so you miss a lot that was going on) it’s here:
tumblr should ALWAYS notify you of a mutuals birthday 😤😤🤜💥 lest I look like an uninterested mutual
They made a board game about stripping... why does this sound like a shitty wannabe monopoly with just that extra dash of gratuitious misogyny
As a former stripper, this is deeply distasteful and probably not made by anyone with experience in the industry.
"Ends the night with the most money". Is that before or after you need to pay your pimp, the guy who owns or manages the club, most of the money you earned for the "privilege" of working there?
If you really want to win or need the cash does he tell you that you suck his dick or fuck him so he let you keep a little extra, just like real life?
Do you still need to pay the bouncer so he doesn't allow a man to assault or rape you or assault or rape you himself? Does he raise his rate knowing you have to pay it if you want him to drive you around the block to where you hid your car so a stalker doesn't follow you back home? Does it include the money for therapy when he assaults or rapes you anyways knowing there is nothing you can do about it because to the club and the police you're just another whore?
Do you get a drug inventory because you have to drink or smoke or pop pills or snort or shoot up or all of the above just to get through your job? Do they know your pimp is also your dealer who supplies you drugs on the cheap so you have to keep coming back to the club to get them? Do they know he can use them to blackmail you into working without pay, prostitution, or he can just turn you over to the cops if he likes?
Do the other players, other strippers, go missing? Do you find out they went to jail or rehab or the hospital or ODed or got killed by their boyfriend/husband/stalker or killed themselves or got trafficked or prostituted? Or do they just stop showing up and no one knows why and you just move on with your life never knowing what happened and never getting too attached to anyone because it could happen to them too. Do you lie to yourself and say "she's just probably working a different club now" or "she probably got out" to make yourself feel better?
Do you perform more and more disgusting or degrading acts to make more money, like acting out incest fantasies? Do you lie about your sexual history and age to seem young and virginal because you know all of the men old enough to be your grandfather are pedophiles but also have lots of money?
Do they acknowledge the stripping to prostitution pipeline because you need the money or he has blackmail on you or the peer pressure from other strippers or you get coerced/manipulated or he is going to force himself on you anyways so you might as well make a buck or you get trafficked?
Can you get extra cash for letting the club tattoo their name on you, like a cattle brand, just like real life? Do you still have to pay huge amounts of cash for a closet full of cheap lingerie you are required to wear?
Does it factor in the cost of doctor and hospital visits you will require because of yeast infections from wearing lingerie for hours, toxic shock from having to shove tampons up yourself and cut off the strings so you can work on your period, physical therapy due to having your legs and back ruined by heels, STIs from men trying to get their spit and blood and semen on you or from being prostituted, plastic surgery to look more attractive to clients, all the physical damage of frequent and heavy drug use, and all the CPTSD and other issues you're desperately pushing down and ignoring and lying to yourself about because you're scared if you acknowledge them that you'll either not be able to do your job anymore (and no where will take a former whore) or you'll finally break?
Do you have to explain to your landlord or bank or auto dealer where you get your money so you can rent or get a loan or buy a car? Do you have awkward conversations with friends or family trying to find a lie about what goes on in your life? When you try to make new friends or date do you debate whether or not you can trust them to know what you do for work? When you find out they're fetishizing you do you break things off? Do you have to make something up about the gap in your resume or are you honest and watch your employer look at you knowing they're assessing whether or not they would undress you? Do you isolate yourself so you don't have to deal with it all? Does that factor into play?
Because, that sounds like a fun game, doesn't it? One where you get sicker and sicker and poorer and poorer and more and more stuck.
Strippers are not empowered women holding their sexuality over men to trick them out of their money. Strippers are livestock at an auction waiting to be taken to the slaughter house of prostitution.
You're not the burger flipper who is selling her work making patties, you're the cattle, ground into meat for male consumption.
My boyfriend was on the phone with his dad yesterday so I went out to sit on the patio to pet the geese and play on my phone for a bit, and while out there I came across a comic of baby Grimace (yes, that Grimace) being sad because everyone hated his milkshake and saying he wished he never had a birthday. Then there was a follow up where tons of people had commented saying they loved the shake and wished Grimace a happy birthday, and that made him happy again.
This, for whatever reason, emotionally devastated me. I was sobbing. I was ugly crying so bad that even the geese waddled away side-eyeing me.
After a while my bf yelled from inside, "Okay, you ready for dinner?" and I was forced to accept I had to go back in the house a defeated sniffly little wreck.
My boyfriend, who has only ever seen me cry once in the whole year we've been together, looked horrorstruck. He assumed the worst. Someone got hurt. Something was wrong with my family. Someone was mean to me (a cardinal sin). The panic that washed over his face was unparalleled.
He, upon seeing me, (somewhat theatrically) rushed over and grabbed me by the shoulders. "What's wrong, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, frantic. "What is it?"
I realized how ridiculous the whole situation was and just shook my head.
He was growing more panicked. "What is it? Why are you crying?"
I then had to stand there and look him, this completely normal human being, in the eyes, and blurt out "Grimace"
Confused silence followed.
"....Grimace?"
I nodded.
"...The McDonalds guy...thing?"
I nodded.
"What...what did...Grimace...do to you?"
I then tearfully recounted the silly internet comic that had absolutely broken my heart. And this poor guy--this poor, wonderfully sweet, nice, patient guy--kindly stood there trying to figure out how to comfort me that Grimace was not, in fact, sad. (Nevermind that he's a corporate mascot who isn't real)
This morning my phone rang just after 5am. It was my boyfriend. It was my turn to panic, to assume the worst.
I didn't even have time to say hello before he started excitedly yelling, "Look at the TikTok I just sent you! Look! Open it!"
Confused and not entirely convinced I wasn't still asleep, I opened the TikTok.
An official release from McDonalds confirming Grimace (who still isn't real) did, in fact, feel special on his birthday.
also while we were in the car headed to dinner I remembered the little panel of Grimace crying and I got all teary eyed again, and my boyfriend looked over and, with all the genuine care, compassion, and sympathy this guy could muster, legitimately asked, “Are you having Grimace thoughts again?” which I don’t think I’ll ever let myself live down
Sky pirates will never go out of fashion sky pirates you will always be famous when there's pirates but they live in a blimp or a literal sailing ship with wings? Nothing Will Ever Top That.
