THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS WEBSITE
Tag: reblog
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Not unlike… GLaDOS?
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a new technique I found while working on my latest comic page. Thought I’d share the process!
I’m not sure if this is a really obvious tip, but I can’t believe I didn’t think of doing this earlier.
All those concrete walls I painted in perspective ;-; They could have been painted in 2d! Hope this is helpful to someone. I’m pretty excited to use this in future environment paintings
Learned this at work recently. Really useful technique. :)
I tried this out in a couple places on the page I’m working on and it’s SO HELPFUL!
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The Misfortune High Kickstarter has just cracked its last milestone before the big goal of $3000. THAT’S AMAZING. The latest milestone sketch is of Sonia desperately trying to touch her toes. Running a Kickstarter is kind of like that. The toes are right in front of you. You’re almost there. You can almost taste the toes (but don’t)! Just…a….little….further!
Also, by popular demand, Add-Ons are now available so you can add little extra doodads and sketches to your order that your the existing rewards tiers don’t cover. Here’s the price list:
Price List (Limit 10 on all items except where otherwise posted)
- Misfortune High Book 1 $5
- MH Post Card Set $9
- MH Exclusive Dragon Print $5
- Sonia Sculpt $40
- Valkyrie Squadron Book 1 $7
- Valkyrie Squadron Book 1-3 Set $18
- Valkyrie Squadron Charm $10
- Marker Commission $15
- Digital Commission $50
If you’ve already pledged, just add on the extra money and send a message with what you’re ordering so I can record for my special requests list. If you haven’t pledged, just add on the extra price to your pledge and send a message with your requested items. Same deal, different buttons.
SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOST!
Love Your Body Day 2013
Next Wednesday is Love Your Body Day or as I like to call it, Feel How Ever You Fucking Want About Your Body Day. Let’s spend the day talking about fat phobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, ableism and how bodies are political. Let’s stop having campaigns that target individuals and instead create movements that deconstruct systemic / institutional oppression.
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I WOULD KNOW THAT SPINNING CRYSTAL ANYWHERE.
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THE COPICS ARE NOW DIAMONDS
(The site’s deleted the markers since then but I saw this on the fb page and had to share)
MARKER MADNESS ‘13: the plot thickens.
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So I never do things like this, but I had a horrible week of ableism and fatphobia— a physical therapist working with my leg issues made a bunch of problematic comments, my endocrinologist fat-shamed me for needing a change in diabetes meds, and then a mental health professional suggested i’m only fat because “i’m subconsciously using my size to keep people away and hide from my fear of sexuality.” UGHHH. So I made a fat disabled sexuality photoset to cleanse my life of that toxic shit.
Image description: photo set of a fat light-skinned Latina with long curly brown hair [a wig]. First pic: lying on a bed holding a sign that reads “gorda, discapacitada, y que!” 2nd pic: in a manual wheelchair wearing black lace lingerie/thigh highs, holding a sign that says “my body is not a symptom of my mental illness.” (and it would be ok if my body was, too). 3rd pic: standing with a cane in same outfit, with a sign reading “
healthdisability pride at any size” in graphic design style. 4th pic: standing in red and black lingerie/thigh highs, posing with her cane and medications. 5th pic: kneeling on a bed holding a sign reading “fat disabled dykes do it better | or don’t-do-it better, bc consent is impt. and sexiness is not a requirement 4 anyone.” 6th pic: in her wheelchair with arched back/head (implications of sexual arousal) with a red background/rain coming down filter added to the photo.
I’m so sorry those health care “professionals” said those things to you. This photoset is phenomenal.
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I showed my mom Anita Sarkeesian’s Ted Talk and it reminded me to do this little comic I have been meaning to finish for weeks.
When I reached the Wheatley/GLaDoS switch in Portal 2, I was really hit with a lot of weird emotion, because I realized that it was really the first time Chell was talked about in third person, and the first time I’d really heard the game refer to her (and by extension, me) with lady pronouns (aside from the curiosity core’s brief “oh! you’re the lady from the test!”)
And I really felt the full effect of playing a non-sexualized game without any inherently gendered roles, costumes, or traits where, even though I wasn’t playing a character designed for cishet dudes to look at and enjoy, I still got to be a girl by default. I didn’t have to specify. I didn’t have to select any sort of gender box or a (very rare) playable girl character. I just got to be a girl. I wasn’t an outsider in this game, a rebel playing something meant for boys. I was playing something meant for me. I had a goddamn unisex jumpsuit and got to bounce around on abandoned science experiments, facing down an evil lady robot who was not a super sexy!fem!bot, and later teaming up with her to take down a common dude threat.
GLaDoS called me “she.” And it was awesome.





































