Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Not only did I just but a used drawing book entirely because it’s by the late Victor Ambrus and has tons of his drawings but I passed up a cheaper bigger book of Bateman wildlife paintings to do so. Help.

My lack of interest in MCU movies is this weird combination of things. Ironically growing up as a nerdy misfit means I bristle at "this is OBVIOUSLY something you LOVE and you're STOKED FOR IT" even when it's say, movies about Doctor Strange or TV shows about Star Wars. I feel like the OBVIOUSLY something you LOVE and you're STOKED FOR IT" for every single movie, every single year, burned me out faster than just more stories with familiar characters. The big one of course is still, I just like comics more as a medium. You pick up a comic book and for $1-5 you have cartoony looking superheroics (unless we're talking about say, Simone Bianchi art) you can read on the bus or during lunch, and flip back through and copy art to learn from it, that's way better imho than $8-$16 and planning 3 hours of your day, some of which is trailers you don't care about, with really GOOD cinematography which won't stick in your mind long enough for you to sketch it.

RAtM; Politricks who rob and hold down your zone
or those who give the thieves the key to their home
the pig who's free to murder one shucklack
or survivors who make a move and murder one back!

Cake; HE'S GOING THE DISTANCE
HE'S GOING FOR SPEED
SHE'S ALL ALONE (all alone)
ALL ALONE IN HER TIME OF NEED

Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough billboard; No spoon. No pint. No ice cream. Just dough.

Cake; HE'S HAUNTED BY SOMETHING THAT HE DARE NOT SHOW
BOWEL SHAKING EARTHQUAKES OF DOUBT AND REMORSE
ASSAIL HIM IMPALE HIM WITH MONSTER TRUCK FORCE

* 10th C Norseman frozen in a glacier, thaws out in present day Iceland *
* 10th C Norseman starts conversations with modern Icelanders without difficulty *

* 10th C Norseman frozen in a glacier, thaws out anywhere in Scandinavia other than Iceland *
* “I can’t understand this guy at all. Must be Danish.”

Ramen, or fish and chips?

Because once I strip out the self hate, which really put a different narrative to Terrible Shit Which Happens to Me, I’m still left with Terrible Shit Happening. And since that Terrible Shit Happens for similar reasons - someone wants what they want, and they don’t know, possibly can’t notice (eg my folks), or know and don’t care that this makes me miserable - it’s real hard to see this as different Terrible Shit, or remember that previous Terrible Shit came to an end.

The world is bigger, more inclusive and more additive than I think, but part of why I keep my negative assumptions is that I don’t have emotional resources for more optimism (especially faced with the terrifying inevitably that eventually optimism is going to be proved wrong), and that’s a little of self fulfilling prophecy since the more negativity I feel, the less emotional wherewithal I have to deal with difficult situations as they arise in the here and now.

This morning I’m having “apply for seminary and see if I can be a rabbi” thoughts again. Okay also “it’d be awesome to smoke a big stogie” thoughts.

Between the cool morning, almond cookies and a few bites of tebirkes from Byen Bakeri, and Lightning Hopkins on the radio singing about how one day the graveyard’s gonna be his home, it’s been damn close to the platonic ideal of Sunday morning this far.

The old archmage always hated adventurers; the way they'd talk over him while he tried to give them important plot points at an inn, or how they'd always jack up the price for protecting an orphanage from extraplanar cannibals, that sort of thing. So he built a fabled tomb in the middle of lizardfolk controlled swamp, solidly full of death traps, purely out of spite, and his actual body rests peacefully beneath a simple stone in a flower bed he planted, far from anywhere remotely adventurous.

if you give it a chance
you can do a huge dance
because you are a giant woman
you might even like being together
and if you don't, it won't be forever
but if it were me I'd really like to be
a giant woman
#ARegularGiantWoman #OrAGIANTGiantWoman #TheseThingsAreImportant

separated since not everyone likes furry art. Black backed jackal #drawing, inter/dual sexed.

#drawing listening to Garmarna, a howe-dweller tackles a would be looter. You can kinda tell which part of The Northman I enjoyed like, eight times more than the rest of the movie.

Swapping from “Garmarna” to “Lords of Acid” to help transition from drawing horrible undead Scandinavians to vacant furry pinups. As you do.

Trans women; my fursona is a shark/bird and I've always wanted that bust size

Trans men; what you think is my fursona is actually only the independent basidium of a sprawling microrrhizal network

I got me a car that seats about twenty
so hurry up! and bring your jukebox money!
DIG through the ditches and BURN through the witches
I SLAM in the back of my DRAGULA

I swear if that ancient right-wing lying shitstain gets re-elected here

see it's funny because you can't tell which one I mean. *sobs*

Also I think I can table judgment calls for when I've had more sleep. It really can wait!