oh by the way, i don’t have any new art this month cause i’m putting my time into #ilujam doing a hinakoma fangame…!!! here’s some super WIPs… it will be a small 18+ visual novel that i’m writing and drawing and oh god this month is almost over pray for me
OH MY GOD I WAS JUST TRANSLATING THE 4TH EPISODE AND REALISED A MINOR BUT ALSO IRRITATING TRANSLATION ERROR I MADE.
Around 9:10 Mario’s character (sorry forgot his name) talks about the structure of Ryuuhou’s swimming club. I couldn’t hear this part well due to the large background noise of the swimming pool. So I didn’t realise he was talking about the use of the lanes in the pool (easy to do the engrish is very strong here) and didn’t pick up on it. It is explained again in episode 4 and I realised that is what he was talking about.
I AM SO SO SO SORRY GUYS FOR THIS ERROR.
As soon as mock exams end at the end of the week the first thing I will do is re-release episode 1 as I keep finding more and more and more errors and I don’t like that. I don’t want people to watch some half-assed thing thanks to my incompetence.
1. Paint your base color 2. Make medium sized circles on the nail using your black polish 3. Using your white polish, make smaller dots off-center of the black dots 4. Make two small, slightly overlapping/touching dots using your black polish 5. Make a dot in the center of each of the black dots from the previous step (these should not touch)
We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves. We
were surfacing the edge of our ancestors’ fights, and ready to strike.
It was difficult to lose days in the Indian bar if you were straight.
Easy if you played pool and drank to remember to forget. We
made plans to be professional — and did. And some of us could sing
so we drummed a fire-lit pathway up to those starry stars. Sin
was invented by the Christians, as was the Devil, we sang. We
were the heathens, but needed to be saved from them — thin
chance. We knew we were all related in this story, a little gin
will clarify the dark and make us all feel like dancing. We
had something to do with the origins of blues and jazz
I argued with a Pueblo as I filled the jukebox with dimes in June,
forty years later and we still want justice. We are still America. We
know the rumors of our demise. We spit them out. They die
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