originally requested by @noopkit , Bortz was such a challenge! I am so grateful to everyone who complimented the sketches and encouraged me ( @teacup456 @iridescent-arietis @allhailhelium @swimming-karyss @glitchcel thank you all <3) so here’s the final version, whew
who do want to see next in this style?
i have the worst art block atm so here's some shihos i drew a couple days ago :3 !!
Hey while we’re on the topic there are glitches on this website old enough to graduate middle school and the search function hasn’t worked in over a decade and tags are still broken on mobile and completely innocuous tags are still blacklisted and wiped clean for being “potentially NSFW” and the search function is disabled from dashboard view-only blogs and jumping to individual blogs via reblogs has been made actively difficult on purpose and you won’t ban r.adfems and you won’t ban nazis or antivaxxers and you won’t do jack about harassment but you’ll ban black and queer and especially transfem bloggers for breathing funny and you’ll whip out unforeseen moderation tools to unperson someone’s blog for pointing out potential transphobic sympathies among this site’s admins and you’ll have the gall to call yourself The Queerest Site On The Net to advertise in spite of all this and you’ll advertise incessantly and obnoxiously to the point of being overly personable and borderline guilt-trippy without putting any funds or effort or anything into fixing any of the above
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I remember in my Arabic class we were going over the alphabet and the teacher was like there’s no ‘P’ etc and this white girl was like wait what but my names Paige and my teacher was like lol then we’d pronounce it as beige and she was so offended I’m crying thinking about it
One of my mom’s friends, Hugh, went to France and they had a lot of trouble pronouncing his name because the entire thing was silent.
salut je m'appelle [REDACTED]
lol when I lived in France my host family had a friend names Hugh. We saw him and his family a lot.
They pronounced it “oog” and I didn’t know until the day before I left France that his name was Hugh. I just thought he had some weird caveman nickname 😭
that is hands down the funniest addition to this post
wait... I'm in control of my destiny!
[ID: Security camera footage of an umbrella been blown around on a sidewalk, then it suddenly starts moving like its walking on two legs and crosses the street /end ID]
sometimes u read tumblr drama where u instantly know that no one involved is employed
alternatively: as employment is not inherently a moral value i will also add on: hobbyless
tags passed peer review
“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember
"how can you remember that" I remember Everything. unless I forget
I had a dream a black goat followed me everywhere. Someone then told me it only wants anything that’s red. For some reason, I knew it wanted my blood then I woke up.
It followed me home and we gave it red peppers, red ribbons and small red cherry tomatoes. All of which it rejected. Thinking about it now, it didnt look like a goat at all. Just a black mass with four goat legs and a pair of long horns.
it looked kinda like this
it’s the end of the year and I still haven’t gotten a pet black goat as I had hoped. This dream is baloney.
joining artfight in the side of the werewolves so i can potentially draw more vampires without them all being friendly fires
do u guys like my new af profile banner
@ people tagging this “me but opposite” i salute u brave furry brethren
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what’s that old man going to do
what’s this other old man going to do
i could never be american because whenever I get a big drink I'm like oh great now I have to drink this big drink. i have to take care of this big drink they gave me. everything is terrible in the world
too many upset americans in the notes of this post. why don't you come over and take care of that big ass drink for me then. why don't you carry it around for me. you must've built up a lot of muscle dragging those drinks around every day. why don't you help me drink it since you're oh so experienced at drinking big drinks. two straws. one cup. why don't you tenderly look into my eyes over the styrofoam rim. we could share a moment and a drink together, feel the intimacy of experiencing the same thing at the same time. at the end of the day my opinion on big drinks will have shifted. it's not the sugar on my lips that changed my mind. i love you but I'll never say. you mistake my fear for indifference and we break each other's hearts. I'm resentful towards big drinks again but it's for a far more complicated reason than just my being European. not that anyone would ever notice the difference. well, except for you, I suppose. funny to think that the only person who knows that about me is a complete stranger. who said that
I've become a vendor at an antique fair and needless to say I'm experiencing levels of autism previously unknown to man. I'm using my Encyclopedic knowledge of teacups beam on you
