im pretty sure bromance is the perfect example of how embarrassingly fragile masculinity is. you know what a female bromance is called? a friendship
I held my breath at the last one.
IT WAS COOL AND THEN IT GOT SCARY AS SHIT
These delicious, dynamic depth of field shots and snap-paced fight sequences in the Saiyan Saga were just genius.
"It just shows you how important it is to represent everyone in our profession." (x)
MEDIA REPRESENTATION IS IMPORTANT
handicapped selfie swag
Yoooooo this is pretty epic
oh man. the game is back on.
Boss level selfie
This young gentleman has destroyed all comers. It’s over.
Friend asked how I draw people, so I went a bit overboard with the explanation. (And left out the part where I probably would have restarted this several times rather than slogging on for the sake of an animated gif.)
Also pictured: camera stability, what’s that?
There is something called the Bechdel Test. It’s a scale you run movies through to basically see how conscious of female characters they are.
The test is as follows: 1. It must have at least two named female characters. 2. They must speak to each other. 3. They must converse about something other…
More unexpected features of the town of ridiculous window displays. From top to bottom, left to right:
- Hints of neighbourly affection.
- No garden but plenty of plant.
- YORKSHIRE PUDDING FOREVER.
- This building was generally unaltered inside, with low ceilings and twisty corridors and lunatic staircases.
- It was also The Time Machine Museum of Science Fiction, and full of Daleks.
Keeping in mind that this town is sort of in the middle of nowhere…
I was pretty impressed.
So my father dragged my brother and I on something of a magical mystery tour back in August, to a town where window displays looked like… this.
The place was shut when I was taking these photos, right, so I assumed the shop wasn’t actually a shop. Maybe someone’s dumping ground, I thought.
But no, we came back the next day and there was a customer in there making a purchase. To be more specific, the customer was making a purchase over the eggs stacked up on the washing machine, because why not.
This was a very Christian bookstore, and the very local lady who owned it was not overly pleased with our giggling.
Two days from my last entry, twelve from the first.
It has been proven to me by my girls that cabin fever is most certainly a real thing, and that ‘bouncing off the walls’ is not hyperbole. While I have been conducting my experiments, they have been breaking things. Not intentionally, you understand, but because they have this constant need to discharge energy.
They bound through the narrow gaps between bed and table, table and walls, and their shoulders bump the chair, and the chair slowly creeps closer with each lap they make until it bumps the table, and the contents of the table slowly creep until they’re on the floor in pieces.
Lessons are exercises in futility when the children are like this. They can’t focus long enough to read, or even to sit still. They’re forever jumping up to paw at the windows or at my skirts.
Working on this again because I caaaan~