Silver glitter on white today. #shitmani #nailz ??
Month: September 2014
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Since I just found out today is Bisexual Pride Day, I drew an Andy! <3 (If you’re not familiar with my work, Andy is a character from my webcomic, The Hues.)
Maybe this counts as a spoiler? Maybe not. Hopefully it’s the good kind of spoiler that makes people excited about the story. You guys can still look forward to how it gets included/said in the future. ;)
Happy Bisexual Pride Day! :D
Reblogging Andy again for today! Happy Bisexual Pride Day! :D
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Recorded myself doing the Sailor Pluto redraw. :3
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
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One of the highlights of the weekend was kellysue and mattfractionblog party where great comic artists filled in their hallway comic panel wallpaper.
that’s Matt Wagner, skottieyoung, tony moore, Matthew clarke and many others.
Hey, look, it’s our hallway.Â
Edited to add:Â
This is the wallpaper we used: http://www.grahambrown.com/us/product/52050/taylor-wood-frames
Holy crap!
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Look at my cute purple teapot! I bought it during my girls weekend with my mom and sisters a few weeks ago. Brewed up some lovely jasmine tea that I bought at the same shop. ??
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BOOP!
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And the last of my rose city comic8c con photo dump – the fabulous @_katie_lane and @dmeconis! And me looking appropriately fanboyish
SO MANY INTERNET CRUSHES IN ONE PICTURE
not fair ;o;
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Dear Women,
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
Thank youTO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.
this hurts.
this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories
This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,
This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.
This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers…Â
this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.