This place runs mostly on a queue, but when I'm online you'll know. I track the vulcanchicks tag and my main fandoms are Steven Universe, Hunter x Hunter, Homestuck, and Pokemon.
listen hobbit pussy could be mediocre (doubtful) but even if it was it’s still followed by a 17 course homecooked meal and the kind of weed that would make sauron scared. lithe beautiful immortal elven pussy has no power compared to the simple, hardworking hobbit. and it goes without saying that you cannot handle dwarven pussy.
had the true pleasure of drawing this scene of @salavante’s greenbrier mice, without question some of my favorite critters of all time. this was the painting that these studies were preparation for. i really liked the idea of them doing a kind of lion dance type of celebration but using a weasel pelt
this was probably the most ambitious watercolor painting i’ve ever worked on and while of course there are many spots i’m not completely satisfied with i am overall really proud of it
additional detail shots (the color profile is different because these were taken with my scanner instead of my camera, both of which wonk up the colors in different annoying ways):
making friends via fandom is inherently hilarious because in many ways it’s like a regular friendship and sometimes you’ll share stuff that’s going on in your lives and offer support and talk about food or pets or random cultural stuff because you live on opposite sides of the damn planet, but also some of your interactions are like “hello beloved friend whom I cherish deeply, I have brought you a deceptively platonic gift of lovingly crafted star wars porn”
I had to move a few months ago. I had a gym membership with LA fitness. I’ve had a gym membership with them before, cancelling was a humiliating process. Call the gym, receive orders to speak to a representative in person. Receive some pre-planned speech about how they have special offers this month. Drive to the gym, ask to cancel, receive an arcane set of instructions for cancelling. I must return home, log in to my computer, I must wait for the full moon and find the lake beneath it. I must row until I cannot see the shore, where I must light a candle and whisper secrets to the flame as if it were my lover. Then, I must fall fast asleep. Only then will a representative from LA fitness call me back to ask if I really really really want to cancel my membership. I must not be swayed by offers of jewels, or women, or effeminate men, or discounts on the personal training program. I must cancel.
Not this time.
By twist of fate, It was time to replace my credit card anyway. So I cancelled nothing. Their disgusting little dog of a computer system slammed its pleas into a retired credit card number over and over, barking it’s lungs raw that a single twinkish customer might not pay them 30$ a month anymore. The calls began.
Hi! –My phone shows me a transcript of an unanswered voicemail– It’s Jeremy from LA fitness! Just calling to say that theres a problem with your credit card! Call us back and we can straighten this all out.
I cannot help but smile. There is no LA fitness near me now. I will not patronize them ever again.
Hey it’s Ignacio calling from LA Fitness. Just calling to say there’s a problem with your credit card. If too much time passes without payment, you could invite additional fees but I can help you with that.
Claw your fingernails to bleeding stumps at my door. You will hear nothing from me.
The Esporta Fitness department called me. Yes, you worms, that’s the problem. I don’t speak Spanish. I hope the poor sap who called me got paid for every second spent composing this voicemail. Burn another dollar on her altar such that she might commune with me. She will receive everything, and I will give you nothing.
Call me again you mewling beasts, leave another voicemail. Writhe untouched by the grace of my credit card information. You deserve nothing but my silence.
I’m currently in Europe visiting the in-laws, but all I can think about are my huskies back home 😭 I miss my babies 💔 can’t wait to hug them again in a week
bring back the habits that made you happy as a child. there’s no reason you should ever have to give up harmless things that bring you joy. you don’t have to age out of having fun. finger paint. write mediocre fanfiction and questionable poetry. put chocolate chips in your waffles. sing in the bath, and while working in the yard, and while washing your hands. hammer tunelessly on a piano. spin in circles until you fall down. climb a tree. just because you’re now in charge of your life doesn’t mean you’re expected to give up on the things that make life feel worth living
If I could impart one thing to a young adult - it would be this. This is literally the secret to being okay your entire life.
