Caprasterical - Hehe

My ugly sketches in my sketchbook 🙃

I cut my finger on my first day of my job 💀

A comic without text, you don’t even need any subtext to understand the meaning. In general, in the future I will also make some comics, but for now. Here.

trying to explain to dumbass tumblr users that saying they benefit from systemic oppression on a certain axis is not the same as invalidating every struggle theyve ever had in their entire life

drawing characters on model be damned!!! get stylized idiot!!!!!!!!!!

heres these silly fellas variously hanging out lmao tehe

puppy belongs to @silvixxen !

ive been having a manic violent fit where i scream this shit since i was 12 years old genuinely, sick and tired of it. Im 20 and movie production still fucking blows.

Why do we constantly have to have “humans get transported to another world” storylines when it comes to live action adaptations? Why can’t it just be in-media-res? Why can’t the Minecraft movie follow the novelization where a guy randomly awakens in Minecraft with no idea who he is and just needs to learn how to survive… you know… LIKE HOW THE GAME IS. Why do we gotta bring people from outside the game world into Minecraft? Why do they look human but everything else is a CGI nightmare? You couldn’t pull a Detective Pikachu and just set your god damn plot IN Minecraft from the start?

And most importantly …

WHY CAN’T THE WHOLE MOVIE JUST BE ANIMATED? You’re already animating like 95% of the film already, just fucking make an animated film.

My son was never a talkative person, he preferred using noises to get his thoughts through.

Typical of a cat, I'm sure. I am one!

Never understood why, maybe because I never got the chance to use that technique (since my parents wanted me to know the entire English vocabulary at four years old.) but I never put too much thought into it.

Until one day he came up to me, right after he woke up, hugged me and stared at me.

I thought he'd slow blink, usually he does that instead of a "I love you", maybe he's hungry, or just wants me to pick him up, but he just stared.

I didn't get it.

Until he said his first words, ever. "I love you mummy." Those were his first words.

He knew how to speak, at least we assumed, he just never did. And the first thing he says is that.

Then just walked away, walked away and went to get ready for the day and play with his many toys.

Like if he didn't just say an entire phrase.

it was the first time someone told me they loved me aside from Richard. Not even my parents ever said that.

My son's first words, and they were just there to tell me he loved me.

I think I spent the next hour or two crying about it.

Melech House, where Mom died  Filet crochet, 84″ x 56″

Happy Labor Day