Friendship & Improvement

So me and my cute bestie @thetentaclehusbando have been talking about our art. We both know we aren’t amazing as some other artists, we have a lot to still improve on. We don’t have a big following, however, we have people who cheer for us and support us a lot. 

Art is hard, it’s work, takes so much time, can be stressful, and so much more. Yet there is a satisfaction when we improve slowly, knowing we have worked hard for it. 

In 2015, I made this picture:

My art wasn’t anything amazing, looking at it, I see how much I have improved. This is the picture that introduced me to Noodle. Not much later did Noodle make me art:

We both were decent, and without these two pieces of art, we would not have met. Art introduces new people to you, who you would never think could affect you so much. 

Thinking that you won’t improve is one of the biggest hurdles in art. We need encouragement from others, we want others to notice. The most satisfying thing about working hard and doing art, is the people you meet along the way, and the feeling of knowing, that with that persons help, you both would have improved so much.

This is our art now:

Improvement is subtle, you won’t notice it. However, it happens. Through your journey, you’re going to meet amazing people, through art, you will learn so much, and will always have giggles with those who are doing it with you. 

Don’t ever give up. You can do it.

Decide today that no matter how good something looks, if it isn’t from God, it’s not for you. The best path is the one that God chooses for you to take, and if you just follow His instruction, using the Word and the still, small voice, He will never steer you wrong. Your job is to trust in the Lord, to stick it out when you feel like quitting and finish your course with joy.- Jesse Duplantis

This is GOOD!

Someone out there is waiting for your new stories. 

Someone out there is reading your stories to get through a rough day. 

Someone out there is recommending your fanfics to others with glee. 

Someone out there is appreciating all the hard work you put into your stories. 

Your writing is important. 

Your fanfiction is important. 

Never think your content doesn’t matter to a fandom, because your content might just be the only thing that makes someone else feel like they’re not alone when it comes to shipping certain characters together. 

Please keep writing. 

Sometimes when I’m having a hard day I imagine God sitting next to me, walking next to me, running next to me, holding me, telling me He loves me and that it’s all going to be okay, and I take a deep breath, and know that He’s right. And know that with Him anything and everything is possible. Even the hard day I’m currently wading my way through. 

Wake up every morning with purpose. When your feet hit the floor; you’re ready to do everything in your power to fight for your dreams.
A letter to America from Leslie Knope, regarding Donald Trump

(Written by a member of the Parks and Recreation writing staff - Read the full letter here)

And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, superego!)

Our president-elect is everything you should abhor and fear in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you. And when the time comes, you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty, misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.

He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.