being fat and lazy

shout out to fat boys

not just the lil bit chubby boys. they deserve love too. but theres not enough love for TRULY fat boys. so.

  • Fat boys who have tummy rolls  💕
  • Fat boys who are trans or nb   💕
  • Fat boys who are over 200 pounds (90.7 kg)   💕
  • Fat boys who are obese  💕
  • Fat boys who are mentally ill  💕
  • Fat boys who are fat because of a medical condition or genetics 💕
  • Fat boys who are fat because they just like to eat  💕
  • Fat boys who love the fact that they’re fat 💕
  • Fat boys who hate the fact that they’re fat and are trying to lose it 💕
  • Fat gay boys 💕
  • Fat bi boys  💕
  • Fat aro/ace boys 💕
  • Fat lgbt boys of any kind 💕
  • Fat boys who feel pressured by medias displays of them being ‘lazy’ 💕
  • Fat boys who are just fat because of a bad metabolism 💕
  • Fat boys who are soft 💕
  • Fat boys who are punk rock 💕
  • Fat boys who are physically disabled 💕
  • Fat boys who are bed ridden for any reason 💕
  • Fat boys with stretch marks 💕
  • Fat boys with cellulite 💕
  • Fat poc boys 💕
  • Fat feminine boys 💕
  • Fat boys 💕

oc-tober day8! because I fell quite a bit behind!!

8. “the voice of reason” - the self appointed title of my dear baby Steve. She’s a grumpy asshole who loves telling people what they’ve done wrong and avoiding doing any work herself bc everything is pointless anyway.

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This time, I wanted to do something a little different than decorating an apartment, so I decided to create a whopping 40 Cats and Dogs for you guys to Adopt! They range from all ages, sizes and personalities! 

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Squish

Title: Squish

Fandom: Sander Sides

Pairing(s): Logicality

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 2564

Warning(s): Weight Mention

Tag List: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

Finally finished @lamp-calm-sanders fic, so sorry it took so long (I say knowing full well this is sadly the shortest amount of time it has ever taken me to write a fic, I am so sorry) (also spent like and hour trying to fix this because tumblr hates the copy paste option)  

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Logan hadn’t always felt bad about his body. Logan hadn’t always looked at his chub with disdain or fantasized what it would be like to be skinny, he hadn’t always wondered what it would be like to not be fat. God, he hated that word, he hated it’s definition, the connotations it brought when he said it, he even hated the ugly way it seemed to roll off his tongue. But he hated that he hated his body even more. He knew he wasn’t unhealthy (He encouraged Thomas to eat healthily often and Logan was not much of a hypocrite) it was just how his body metabolized food and he understood that. He knew the other three loved him and his body but he still couldn’t stop the negativity he felt when he thought about it.

Like he said though, he hadn’t always hated his size, for most of his life the thoughts never dared cross his mind. He wasn’t really sure when they had started, when Thomas was younger he hadn’t minded his size, if anything he liked his body. And he knew the other sides had no problem. Roman didn’t really care, he could playfully quip with Logan no matter how skinny or fat he was. Virgil liked to act like it didn’t bother him but he secretly loved the comfort that came with Logan’s hugs that wouldn’t have felt the same if Logan were any skinnier (he had always taken pride in being the only one besides Patton who could calm the anxious trait down.) And Patton, of course, loved Logan’s size, when they were younger Patton would always gush about how adorable Logan was, calling Logan his favorite “squish.”

Squish (adj)- a way of describing someone who is smol (see card 37), loveable, and sometimes even physically squishy.

Logan pretended he thought it was annoying but he secretly loved the endearing nickname. A warm fuzzy feeling would erupt in his chest whenever Patton said it, his heart would swell and his cheeks would turn bright red (when he was older and could understand emotions better he defined this feeling as happiness.)

Happiness (n)- the state of feeling happy (showing or feeling pleasure/contentment)

But that all changed during Thomas’s teenage years. It had started off small, Thomas would watch a movie with his friends, the coined “fat kid” was always the butt of the jokes. Logan had brushed it off at the time, high school children were often harsh for the sake of it, there was nothing wrong with him, the cruelties of high school were to blame. Then Thomas’s chubbier friends would get picked on at school, Logan once again would brush it off as useless teenage bullying but now there was an inkling of doubt (what if they were right? What if he was the wrong one here, what if they were right) Then social media began to take off and everywhere Logan would people just like him endlessly picked on for no other reason than how big they were. They were accused of being lazy, fat, disgusting, unhygienic, unmotivated, wrong, bad, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong

After careful data analysis and consideration Logan finally concluded that being fat was bad. If so many people hated it (hated him) then statistically it must be true. Fat was wrong, he was wrong.

If Logan was younger he would have talked to Patton or Virgil about it. He would have crawled in their beds and cried his feelings away until he felt better. He could’ve sobbed into Patton’s chest and laid his insecurities out as they cuddled in his bed. He could have leaned on Virgil’s shoulder as they watched rain trickle down the their windows, just enjoying the quiet content of it all. 

But it was too late for that, they had grown distant as Thomas had gotten older. Virgil was much more controlling during high school, he knew all the horrible things kids in school could do and he just wanted to protect Thomas from it all. But the other sides never thought that was the right way approach to high school and soon it became a constant war of Virgil vs. everyone else. So it hadn’t really surprised Logan when the other’s bickering had grown so tiresome for the anxious side that he had decided he was done with it all and retired to his room. Patton had been upset at first but Virgil could still do his job and he came out eat when he needed to so eventually Patton relented. By the time Thomas started making vines Logan had only seen Virgil a handful of times.

And Logan, too, had become more distant, Patton and Roman were too emotional most of the time (this was when he missed his left brain bro… the name was Virgil’s suggestion) and he did not have the time or energy to deal with them. He and Roman started disagreeing more often, Roman’s outlandish ideas sometimes overpowering any logical thought. Patton, of course, tried to bond with him every once in awhile but each time Logan would brush it off, so yeah, Logan was not in any position to ask any of them for help.

So he dealt on his own, and he was good at it. He learned to bottle his emotions up into this tiny spot in his chest and never touch them again. Using that method he could cope with all his issues without any negative connotations for Thomas. He was fine.

Until he wasn’t.

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“This one’s for you Patton!” Thomas exclaimed, phone in hand. It was a late Tuesday night and they had yet again been subjected to Sides Q&A. “What’s your favorite cartoon?”

“Ooh! It’s so hard to choose,” Patton gushed. “But if I have to choose I’d saaaaaay, Steven Universe but Legend of Korra is always a close second.” Patton said with a grin. It’d been a bad day for Logan, nothing particular had happened it was just one of those really bad days where the mirrors seemed to distort his image until he felt like he was looking at an ugly monster. It was one of those day where he didn’t want anyone to see him, it made him feel open and vulnerable and he couldn’t deal with that right now.  It was just one of those days where he just wanted to lay in his bed and hide under the covers until the sun went away. But life was never exactly kind to Logan when exactly kind when he wanted it to be.

“Virgil, in your opinion, who gives the best hugs?” Thomas queried, breaking Logan from his train of thought.

“I don’t really have many options considering Patton’s the only one who hugs me but I guess I’d say Patton,” Virgil said, bitterness from his years of exclusion leaking through. Pain pierced through Logan’s heart, he used to be Virgil’s favorite hugger.

Longing (n)- a yearning desire for what once was or what could be

“I will make an effort in the future to engage in more comforting physical contact.” Logan managed to squeeze out of his chest, stoic as ever, determined to hide the swell of emotions threatening to break the surface.

“As will I!” Roman declared. “I shall become the best hugger you have ever seen Virgil dear.” Virgil rolled his eyes but everyone could see the light blush that dusted his cheeks.

“Ah! Here’s another one for Logan,” Thomas interrupted. “What’s your favorite vocabulary card?” The interests of the other three perked up. It seemed like Logan had hundreds of cards and they’d only seen a handful.

”There are many that I’ve grown fond of but at this time my favorite is Extra.” Logan replied, flipping the card out from his back pocket.

Extra (adj)- Someone who is over the top, flamboyant or dramatic when it is not necessary

“It was not only one of the easier ones to learn but it is also an adequate insult for Roman.” He said with a mischievous smirk. Roman feigned an affronted gasp.

“I’ll let you know,” He cried, hand over his heart “I take that as a compliment.” He said dramatically and sniffled.

“See, case in point. You are extra.” Logan said, pointing at him, earning a chuckle from Virgil and another gasp from Roman. Thomas chuckled but pulled up another ask.

“This one’s for all of you,” He said. “Who do you all think is the hottest?” Immediately, they all jumped in, putting in their thoughts.

“Noooo, I can’t choose we’re all beautiful.” Patton said in distress eyes bouncing to all of them wildly.

“Oh it’s me of course,” Roman said gallantly, striking a pose.

“Why are you forcing us to choose who is what society expects to be ‘hot?’”Virgil asked, shaking his head. 

“I hate to say it, but I do agree with Roman,” Logan spoke up and everyone paused to stare at him, even Thomas, Logan rarely agreed with Roman, much less on frivolous things such as this. “While you all are beautiful in your own way, Roman is the only one who fits the societal version of a hot version and actively tries to maintain this image.” No one spoke for a moment, the air tense and uncomfortable. Everyone was staring at Logan like he’d just grown two more heads, he looked away, not used to so much attention on him at once. Finally, Patton broke the silence.

“You mean, we are all beautiful, you forgot yourself.” He whispered and Logan tensed, Patton was the type of person who just sort of knew when someone wasn’t feeling like themselves and Logan didn’t want Patton to know right now.

Intuition (n)- the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning

“Yes, yes, of course, merely a slip of the tongue,” Logan lied, his fingers tapping on his wrist to the beat of his nervous heart rate. “However, this question was shallow and I’d prefer not to take part in ones like these again, therefore I shall be going. Goodbye everyone.” He sunk out as quick as he could, he could hear the others saying their goodbyes and following behind him as he willed all his strength into not sprinting into his room and collapsing into his bed.

“Hey, Logan,” Virgil mumbled from behind, managing to catch him in the commons. “Umm.. sleep well.” He said, smiling softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. It may not have seemed like much but Logan knew it was so much more, when he was ready he would go to Virgil and finally talk about what was bothering him but he wasn’t ready yet and Virgil understood that.

With that comforting thought, he finally made it into his room and collapsed on the bed, the metaphorical damn breaking as his chest seemed to cleave in two, silent tears leaking out as he curled in on himself, bringing his knees to his chest. But he surprisingly didn’t feel particularly bad, there wasn’t any of the usual uncomfortable ball of sadness weighing on his chest, instead there was nothing. But he didn’t feel good either. It wasn’t like the weight had been lifted, it seemed more like a pleasant numbing. If he was being honest, he didn’t really feel anything at all.

He could deal with that, not feeling was fine, Logan was perfectly okay with not feeling. It probably wasn’t healthy but it was something different from the aches that usually plagued him everyday and Logan could use every break he could get. Patton, on the other hand, was not fine with that and chose a very poor time to barge into Logan’s room.

“Hey, kiddo, I noticed you were feeling down earlier and wanted to know if-” Patton paused, noticing the strange emptiness of the room. “Logan?” Logan didn’t move, laying still in his void of nothingness, he wanted Patton to go away and take all his feelings with him, Logan did not need them right now, he couldn’t breathe when they were there and needed them to leave.

“Oh honey,” Patton cooed and hurried over to the bed to sit next to Logan, his hand resting soothingly on Logan’s knee. “Is this about the Q&A question earlier?” Logan hesitantly nodded numbly, staring right past Patton. It was useless lying to Patton, he’d pester Logan until he confessed if he didn’t.

“I-I was not feeling my best.” He managed to mumble, the salty sensation of his tears shocking him closer to reality.

“Why?” Patton asked softly.

“It.. reminded me that I-I do not have a.. d-desirable body type.” He said slowly and Patton frowned.

“Is it because you’re chubbier than us?” Patton asked and Logan nodded again, more tears flowing as a silent sob wracked through him. Patton frowned and turned to face the crying boy. “You know that your size has nothing to do with your beauty right?” Logan paused.

“B-But it does,” Logan said earnestly. “I have looked over so much data, and the data shows that fat people are ugly. So I must be ugly… It’s only logical thinking.” He trailed off at the end, looking away from Patton and focusing on a tiny speck of dust in his covers.

“Can you sit up kiddo? I want to prove you wrong.” Patton said after a moment, an unidentifiable look in his eyes. Logan frowned but relented, sitting cross legged across from Patton, who smiled and poked his arm.

“See these arms? You may only see flab, but I see that these arms are the same arms that give the best hugs in the mindscape, even Virgil will agree with me on this one.” Patton lightly squeezed his arm and Logan rolled his eyes.

“And this tum?” Patton lightly pinched a bit of fat around his stomach. “This is the cutest tum I have ever seen. Even if you don’t think so.” He gave Logan a quick tickle as Logan giggled slightly and squirmed away.

“And you said your body isn’t hot? Well we must be talking about different people because Logan baby those hips do not lie.” Patton whistled, gaining a small chuckle from Logan. “You are perfect just the way you are Logan, your size is beautiful and just the right size for you. Your size is a part of who you are, you wouldn’t be my favorite squish without it.” The childhood nickname sent Logan over the edge as he launched himself into Patton’s arms, sobbing as Patton cupped Logan’s head against his shoulder. He let years of anguish and self loathing overflow as he clung to Patton like a frightened child. Patton calmingly shushed him and whispers words of kindness into his ears as they fell back against Logan’s bed, content in each other’s arms.

Logan knew he’d always have bad days. He knew there would be times where he couldn’t stand to look in a mirror. There would be days he’d want to hide away and never let anyone in but he knew Patton and the other sides would always be there for him and in that moment, for Logan, that was enough.

Also, Logan lied, extra was not his favorite vocabulary word.

Squish (adj)- a way of describing someone who is smol (see card 37), loveable, and sometimes even physically squishy. (i.e Logan)

just letting y’all know:

In addition to being portrayed as lazy and fat, Garfield is also pessimistic, narcissistic, sadistic, cynical, sarcastic, sardonic, negative and smug. He enjoys destroying things, mauling the mailman, tormenting Odie, and kicking Odie off the table; he also makes snide comments

but hey, don’t take my word for it. *sips on this tea*

anonymous asked:

Being fat is unappealing, unhealthy, and usually a sign of laziness and lack of self discipline, and often causes inconveniences to others. Society praises fats for everything and God fucking forbid you say a word about it because they will do everything possible to destroy your life for it. No one else is held in high esteem just for being a fucking failure like fats. No other group of people with self imposed problems gets to be treated like they're god damned special like fats.

i was debating on whether or not i should just respond to this with a funny gif or give it a serious response. im responding because i think it’s important that my followers who are also overweight know that the message that you sent me is hateful and that they don’t have to tolerate it.

in all honesty, i think we all know you’re the guy from a few days ago and i guess you’re having a hard time letting the issue go. i could go on with an explanation like, “there are a variety of reasons why someone can be overweight”, and “you don’t know the circumstances”, but i know you don’t care. you’ve decided that a specific group of people should be ostracized and made fun of because of the way they look. why you decided that this matters so much to you, i don’t know or care.

but here’s the point of all of this: we have one life, we’re here for a very short time, and we want to make the most of it. so if fat people, or “fats” as you call us, want to live their lives to the fullest and feel beautiful and fall in love then they deserve it. life is too short to be miserable about something that can be manageable depending on the circumstances. you’re here, you were given life, so fucking enjoy it in the body you were given and don’t ever let assholes like this make you think you’re not worthy.

Creepypasta #1056: I'm A Janitor At A Fucking Creepy School

Length: Super long

Yeah I know, janitor, what the fuck. Sounds like the worst job in the world and to be honest, it really is horrible. The unimaginable things that I’ve had to clean up. How these little kids can expel such utterly vomit inducing things from their body is beyond me. I’ve pretty much been turned off from ever having kids ever. Unless I don’t have to clean up after them. Anyway my name is Brandon, I’m 28 years old and God… I don’t even want to admit this, even though you’ll probably never meet me but, I still live with my parents. It’s fucking brutal.

I take care of three to four schools a day in the Vancouver area. I start after school ends and finish around midnight. Sometimes I go a little later depending on my speed and the volume of the task at hand. Usually I clean up rooms n bathrooms (ugh), mopping and vacuuming all that boring shit. Usually it’s pretty uneventful but recently some really weird things have been happening.

There’s this one elementary school I just started cleaning. I won’t say their name for obvious reasons. It’s the final school I hit at the end of the night. I usually get there at around 10pm and work till midnight or a little later. This school is pretty small, but there was a weird feeling to it, a strange energy. I dunno. Like it’s been through things. Seen things. I hate going there. I used to bring a buddy along but he stopped helping me last week. He wouldn’t tell me why. He just stopped showing up. He won’t pick up his phone or text me back, nothing. It was so much better when he was working with me, but now I’m back alone.

Nothing much has happened to me at the school, except weird vibes. I always feel like someone is watching me. There are parts of the school that get cold for no reason. I constantly see things moving in the corner of my eye. It’s all really fucking creepy but nothing substantial has actually happened to me, nothing really tangible. That is, until tonight. I’m sitting in my car right now, at some park far away from the school and I can’t stop shaking. I’m typing this all up on my phone - I don’t want to forget what happened.

I fucking hope I’m not going crazy.

So I got to the school a little late. It was about 11 pm. The last school had a huge mess in the girls bathroom. There was shit on the ceiling. I don’t know how that’s even possible. I start by going through every classroom, vacuuming and cleaning up spills and stuff. It’s right at then end of summer here, so it’s still pretty warm.

I was in the last room at the end of a long hallway. It was kind of a strange room as it was the only one without windows. It felt different than the other rooms. It was covered up with some ugly yellowish wallpaper that was pretty worn and tearing. You could see the wall underneath it was dark and grimy. All the other classrooms had painted walls but this was the only one with this weird wallpaper. 

I was on all fours scrubbing this stupid fucking juice box stain out of the carpet when I heard what I thought was a child’s voice. I took my ear buds out and turned my ear to the hallway silently waiting for another sound. Nothing. I figured I was just tripping balls as I had smoked quite the fatty before I got here (not sure why, I think it helps calm me down). 

So I get back to the stupid fucking stain, scrubbing like a mother fucker. Fuck it, I could care less. I stand up and walk towards the door when all the hair on my body stands up. I look around and realize that all the chairs are on top of the desks. They’re standing on all fours, like they would if the were on the floor. And I know one hundred percent that they were all on the floor a second ago. I haven’t vacuumed yet, I didn’t put any of them on the desks. And if I did I would never stand them like that. 

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anonymous asked:

You know that show My 600 Pound Life? If you watch it, you find that all of the people that weigh that much went through traumatic events and/or severe mental illness, and eating is their way to cope. No one becomes severely obese from laziness. Fatphobic people are so fucking oblivious.

I can’t watch that show bc it super triggers me, but yeah, it’s pretty clear to anyone who pays any kind of attention that there are many diverse, complex reasons people are fat and that being lazy has nothing to do with it. And even if someone is fat because they are “lazy” (I hate the word, TBH, it is so inherently judgmental and capitalistic), they are still a human being worthy of love and respect. Thanks for the message, anon!

I lost 150 pounds, quit smoking, became vegetarian, stopped eating sugar, exercised every day … and three years later I was diagnosed with diabetes. So your little “you get diabetes by eating sugar and/or being lazy and fat” is a bunch of bullshit.

(Warning: Spiderman Spoilers)

Okay, so, the wonderful @fumbledeegrumble asked about the new Spiderman: Homecoming movie, which I just watched tonight with my boyfriend. So I thought I’d let you know what you need if you were curious!

So, first things first: one of the main characters is fat. And he is a stereotypical nerd, but not really a stereotypical fat guy. There are no jokes about him being lazy, being ugly, being sloppy, being a virgin, etc. All the jokes are about him being a nerd and not being cool. His weight plays no role in his character at all.

Which, yay!

And actually, he’s a pretty great character. He’s a dork, sure, but a cool dork. Totally the kind of kid with whom I could get along. He’s easily excited by nerdy stuff, which is so relatable, and he isn’t really bullied or teased whereas Peter is. He’s a good friend to Peter, too. And I feel like he’s someone fat kids will love and admire.

And that’s awesome. I’m relieved that this wasn’t one of those “lol I’m so progressive (just not if you’re fat)” kinds of movies.

So, other things:

The cast isn’t that diverse, but is far better than most movies. And there aren’t many offensive jokes, other than a few penis comments. No big trigger warnings other than flashing lights and loud noises would really be necessary for this movie, which is always great. I don’t think there is any huge thing about which anyone should be concerned, unless you have a particularly specific trigger about which I don’t know. And, arachnaphobes, fear not! They don’t make you see any spiders.

But, one thing I will say: MJ? Almost not in the movie. At all. Which is sad, especially after all the hell Zendaya went through with racists attacking her for this role.

Anyway, just thought I’d give you an update in case anyone was concerned!

-Mod Bella

A story, a love story

Pairing: unrequited Grif/Simmons
Word count: 1,637
Prompt: from @goodluckdetective: “I want to tell you a story. A love story" “Does it have a happy ending” “They never do”
Summary: Set after 15x06. Caboose and Simmons can’t sleep, so Caboose begs Simmons to tell him a story.

It was midnight.

Not that Simmons could tell, underwater. His helmet probably had the right time, but he’d had to sync it with Sarge, and Sarge didn’t obey daylight savings time. Stranger still, he didn’t even use military time. But it was darker than usual, and no one else seemed to be awake, and so even if it wasn’t midnight exactly, it meant the same thing: Simmons was alone.

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Venezuela’s hyperinflation, a visual representation.

So, as I’ve talked in the past, the Venezuelan currency, the Bolivar Fuerte - BsF (strong Bolivar, in reference to the father of the country, Simon Bolivar) is effectively useless as cash these days, how useless you ask? Well, let’s see:

On top we have the lovely national currency, 50 100 BsF bills, for a total of 5.000 BsF, 100 50 BsF bills, for a total of another 5.000 BsF, and finally, 100 20 BsF bills for a total of 2.000 BsF, giving us a grand total of 250 bills and 12.000 BsF.

Keep in mind, currently those three bills are the highest valued available on the market these days, and it took me two hours to get them all from a bank.

Now, that’s quite the big number, both in bills and total value it seems, but now let me direct you to the three bills at the bottom: That’s colombian currency, the Peso

These three are also the highest valued ones in Colombia, 10.000, 20.000 and 50.000 pesos, for a grand total of 80.000 pesos (part of my “shit finally hit the fan” emergency fund), and yes, that’s a lot of 0′s, but don’t let that fool you, as that currency is one of the most stable ones in latin America.

Anyway, here’s the kicker: all those venezuelan bills from earlier, those 250 bills? They are effectively worth the same as the two smaller colombian ones, the bigger 50.000 Pesos bill being worth almost twice as all that venezuelan cash.

(fat lazy cat for reference)

“But Enrique”, you say, “this is all fine and dandy, but that does that mean in actual world-class currency?” Well my friend, all those venezuelan bills? the 12.000 BsF that took me two hours to take out of the bank? They’re worth

12 US Dollars 

or 

11 Euros

(rounded up)

And this, my friends, is why Venezuelan currency is worth less that the paper it’s printed on, but hey socialism/communism works, right?

PS: They internet states they’re actually worth more, but that’s because the internet uses the official government currency exchange, AKA the one no one but government officials can use these days.

PS2: Actually, there’s an even bigger colombian bill, the 100.000 pesos one, but I have yet to meet someone that has even seen it, as it was recently introduced and it’s used mostly for big bank transactions. 

100 Followers

When I started this blog, I didn’t expect it to ever get this many followers, especially this fast! There is quite a few people I would like to thank for this. I would like to, of course thank anyone and everyone who has ever liked my posts, reblogged my posts (especially the namesake explained posts, I work really hard on those) or followed me. Special thanks to @ihatejonarbuckle for being one of the main reasons why my posts ever get traction in the first place!

But I cant be a Garfield Blog without making the neccesary thanks to the strip and franchise, so here we go! I’d like to thank Garfield of course for being such a fat, lazy cat. I’d like to thank Odie for doing Odie things. I’d like to thank Jim Davis for creating all of human life in 6 days (he rested on a Monday). I’d like to extend appreciation towards the ridicule of Jon Arbuckle (thanks is too strong a word to exist in a sentence with Jon Arbuckle). I’d like to shame Liz Wilson for going out with Jon Arbucke, but also thank her for being a generally decent human being. I’d like to thank Pookie for always being there for Garfield, like I wish I could. I’d like to thank Nermal for being the most vain and annoying character. Id like to extend my sympathies towards Lymans family for he has yet to be found after so many years. I’d like to thank Arlene for being Garfields… What is she to Garfield, is it love interest, are they just friends, idk. I’d like to thank Vitos pizzeria for keeping Garfield stocked with Italian meals and confectionaries. I’d like to thank lasagna, just lasagna, for being Lasagna. I’d like to thank Hercules, the Mexican Chihuahua debuting in episode 3 from the Garfield Show (2011) for being a blatant stereotype. A Curveball thanks go to the Air Bud franchise for being painfully mediocre movies with lots of early 2000s B movie charm and massive ironic appeal. Avoid Air Buddies like the plague though. I’d like to thank the grandmother model and the low poly fish model from the Garfield Show. I’d like to thank everyone who showed up to the Garfield Show stream. I’d like to thank you, if you made it this far and were genuinely reading all of this tripe. I’d like to thank Wikipedia for having a page listing all of the relevant and not so relevant Garfield characters so I can waste my life thanking half of them individually for an internet joke. And last but not least I’d like to thank Doc Boy for…. I genuinely don’t have a stance on Doc Boy, I mean he’s related and makes fun of Jon Arbuckle, but Jon makes fun of him by calling him Doc Boy instead of Doc. Is he just defending himself against the tyrannies of Jon Arbuckle or does he carry the same evil blood? A question for the ages…

Also like, thanks to my family and friends I guess? they’re important…

Anywho, thanks all, I’ll be sure to continue taking internet jokes about obese felines way too far!

anonymous asked:

WHEN WILL YOU STOP BEING LAZY AND FINALLY DO SOME COMIC, YOU LAZY FAT WEIRDO?

DID YOU JUST ASSUME I’M FAT? BY HELLFIRE BE PURGE-sorry, sorry, I couldn’t resist… Now about the question…

Yes, I AM making the next one, it’s just I got out the hospital a few days ago with 4 screws, 2 metal plates, and 11 stitches in my drawing hand and a gypsum over it. I am sorry I’m drawing as fast as I can but it’s… difficult. I didn’t want to post about this, since I don’t want to bring the bad vibes there, but I thought I owe you guys an explanation.

But hey, I’m working on the next one, here is a background I drew for it: