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kyethn:

It’s been long enough since I posted on tumblr that the interface has changed. I feel like a 90 year old woman shouting into an upside-down telephone. IS THIS THING ON

Anyway, I completely neglected to trumpet the fact that at 305 pages, Red Moon Rising’s first story arc, Waterlogged, has come to an end. It feels a bit unreal to be able to say that! And now I’m furtively working away on the new arc which will kick off on March 25th.

The biggest change is probably going to be artistic. I liked the art as it was, but I feel like I was swimming against the tide in terms of style. My natural inclination is towards painting things with weird colours and strong values, so the whole pencilling-inking-colouring comic book style I was forcing myself into was beginning to utterly do my head in. Most of my favourite artists are fantastic lineart specialists but it’s taken me like 4 years to realise that it’s just not for me.

So I’ll probably be spewing a lot of art tests over here while I try and find my feet again. Tally ho~

Congrats, Rose!

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dontbearuiner:

laughingacademy:

rob-anybody:

werebearbearbar:

zoearcher:

The Kids In the Hall, “The Daves I Know”

True story: Whenever I finish explaining a new fact to someone I finish with “.. and these are the Daves I know.”

I used to work with a guy named Dave. I would reference this song all the time.

Oh man, two of the new guys at work are Daves…

Where we camp at Pennsic is a cavalcade of Daves I Know, and also Honorary Daves. So many Daves…

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britticisms:

“It’s too much out there. I don’t even know how to explain it. It just smashes up all of these senses. I’m not strong enough to deal with it all my own.” – Rae on My Mad Fat Diary

I woke up one morning last weekend to see my laptop screen was open to the Wikipedia page for My Mad Fat Diary. I imagine some time, late the night before, I read something about the show and decided to do more investigating. In reality, I have no memory of what prompted my curiosity. I take it as a good sign. What matters most is that I have seen the show and loved the show. For WBEZ, I wrote a review and essay about the show and why it’s one of the best depictions of young womanhood and mental illness ever. 

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starsweptnight:

“My instincts said that you see yourself as a fragile thing. Like a little broken bird sloshing around in a bottle. But if you trust me, if we trust each other… then you’ll be alright. Because basically, I think you’re a pretty tough cookie.”

Just finished watching this last night.  So good.

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family-of-wrens:

So, I read Blue Sky awhile ago and I felt bad because I love this fandom but don’t really feel confident enough to contribute.  BUT!  Then Halloween came, and I was able to dress up my husband (that’s right ladies, this guy is taken) as Blue Sky!Wheatley.  I honestly think that he looks a LOT like Smerch, though not as tall and certainly not as awkward.  I had tons of fun getting him to make different faces.  I hope that you enjoy these as much as I did!

[muffled sobs]