So. Some things came up. I am doing emergency commissions!
Name your price commissions!
Torso up only. Lined/sketchwork
DM for details.
I know that it's rare that I actually post my art here or anywhere else, but I'm hoping to change that soon.
Name your price commissions!
Torso up only. Lined/sketchwork
DM for details.
I know that it's rare that I actually post my art here or anywhere else, but I'm hoping to change that soon.
i've seen this with urls but not with icons, so...
do you know what is pictured in the icon of the person from whom you reblogged this?
yes
no
something else
See ResultsOne thing I love about tumblr is that it's like some shithole pub that serves bad liquor and--hey is that Neil Gaiman!?
Shout out to trans women who aren’t computer scientists or musicians or avant-garde artists or whatever.
Shout-out to tgirls who work at Taco Bell. Thank u queen, society would collapse without you
Over twenty years ago my big brother got me a job at a Taco Bell in the St. Louis suburbs-West County. He warned me that it was the “gay Taco Bell”, but since I was coming from the “gay Howard Johnson’s” I wasn’t shocked. It turns out it was the black trans women Taco Bell complete with black trans women in management. And they’d worked out an arrangement with the local teen Narcotics Anonymous group so that twice a week we would shut down the drive thru and the dining room and exclusively serve 60+ teens in various stages of recovery. And many of the women I worked with were in various stages of being out or transitioning and they were from all generations from teens to over 50. One woman I worked with had a regular corporate job presenting as a man 9-5 Mon-Fri and then came to Taco Bell and worked 6pm -2am Friday and Saturday night so she could be herself surrounded by other black transwomen in those stolen weekends. And we had customers come from all over the metro area because they knew they could be themselves in the dining room. I only worked there from 1999-2001 but for young me, this was a vital, formative experience. Some of the girls came from north city all the way out to the “gay Taco Bell” on Manchester in west county because they heard it was safe to work there. Like- I know times have changed but they haven’t changed much in 20 years. I’m still convinced that for lgbt youth, finding a job at your city’s version of the “gay Taco Bell” is key to survival.
Thank u for sharing this with us
The guy in the black socks knees bend right as the guy with two different socks jumps and disappears... I think he picked him up and ran out of the room 😭
Just like in scooby doo
the Aztec were right, that is absolutely an omen worth building a city for
broe i am just s
i am just sitting here
[IMAGE ID: a four panel comic. The art is simplistic with very slightly shaky lines. the only colors are blue and white. Panel 1 shows a cartoonish simplified human figure pacing in circles. Their eyes are stylized as googly-eyes-like spheres on their head. The text reads “anxious anxious anxious why am i SO ANXIOUS”. Panel 2 shows a close up of their face. Their head is angled towards the sky, their hands are pulling at their face in a way that pulls down the eyelids, and there are tears in their eyes. The text reads, “what am i doing WRONG!!!!!” Panel 3 shows them frozen hunched over, arms dangling loosely, with what can be interpreted as a look of horrified realization on their face. The text reads, “(existing without permission)”. Panel 4 shows them running away with their back to the viewer. The text is in all caps and stylized loudly. It reads, “EYAAAAHHHH!!” /END ID]
“Perhaps you have forgotten. That’s one of the great problems of our modern world, you know. Forgetting. The victim never forgets. Ask an Irishman what the English did to him in 1920 and he’ll tell you the day of the month and the time and the name of every man they killed. Ask an Iranian what the English did to him in 1953 and he’ll tell you. His child will tell you. His grandchild will tell you. And when he has one, his great-grandchild will tell you too. But ask an Englishman—” He flung up his hands in mock ignorance. “If he ever knew, he has forgotten. ‘Move on!’ you tell us. ‘Move on! Forget what we’ve done to you. Tomorrow’s another day!’ But it isn’t, Mr. Brue.” He still had Brue’s hand. “Tomorrow was created yesterday, you see. That is the point I was making to you. And by the day before yesterday, too. To ignore history is to ignore the wolf at the door.”
- A Most Wanted Man, John le Carré
John le Carré has not, at any point, been fucking around.