my job sucks sometimes but the people i work with are a gem. i feel like i'm in discord.
coworker 1: can't stay long in the meeting, gotta send my youngest to school
coworker 2: i thought YOU were the youngest
coworker 1: i'm young at heart
coworker 1: unfortunately i'm physically old and insomniac
coworker 1: (coworker 2) is off for this week. calendar said 'family engagement'
coworker 3: but. but i thought we were a family....
coworker 1: so are we going ahead with the meeting or postponing? asking for a friend.
coworker 1: oh that's a pity. just when (coworker 2) is awake.
coworker 3: ?? but it's 4pm for them?
coworker 1: exactly.
coworker 2: IT WAS JUST ONE TIME.
coworker 2: well. okay. several times. i guess.
coworker 2: sleep is essential i'm still young
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one of my favourite internet things that happens is when I see a stranger online with a good post, and go "that's a really great and well thought out point, good to know there are agreeable people here!" only for days later to see the same stranger online with just the most dogshit take
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went back to the sketchbooks around when i was going through yyh for the first time in 2019 and found a pile of near-yearly sticky note updates about my relationship with the series next to my first yyh doodles, a page full of kuwabaras. thought it'd be fun to share
+ more thoughts and old yyh art below
(it's crazy i didn't find any kurama-centric pages for months bc i think he's the one i doodled in the margins of class notes and stuff the most. his hair's pwetty and he gives me the least trouble outta any of the main 4)
something i noticed while skimming the two sketchbooks i took these from was how mean i was to myself at the time about my art. i guess it hit me more because i don't really spend hours going through my old sketchbooks over and over to track my progress and growth like i used to quite often. i guess it was only a little after when my self esteem was lowest (8th grade, tale as old as time), but... idk. i knew back then that i'd grown a lot in the few years since i started drawing more seriously (that's why i looked through my art so much), but like... i guess that never translated into being nice to myself about it. i ended up going back through about ten more sketchbooks to find more yyh art, and in the coming years i'm glad to say that negativity in the margins went away. hell yeah
but even so, my love for yyh was a constant and effusive thing, as it is now. it's probably the oldest of my current media interests. i watched myself get into rgg and develop my ocs and watched others fade in and out, watched my style loop back on itself and go all over the place, passed by pages of writing about crushes and album releases and gender discoveries and my grandparents dying, all surrounded by little drawings of the characters i love. including kuwabara in a maid dress right next to my dead grandma grief rambling that one time (no i'm not kidding. my grandma died in like late 2020 and the page where i poured my heart out after finding out she was gone just trying to process everything had one with catboy maid dress kuwabara directly opposite it, who i'd drawn like the evening before she died in her sleep. he killed my grandma from like 100 miles away he was that powerful. that wasn't even the last time i drew him like that and i don't even care about catboys or maid dresses much. i think it was just a bigger meme and he was the guy i most associated with cats. i put that man in a situation and he fucking got her because the book couldn't contain him. some victor frankenstein shit. anyway)
i took about 150 pictures, most with multiple sketches. i decided not to add any more though bc 1) i posted some of them on old accounts but i don't remember which ones, and tbh i value my anonymity a little too much 2) All Of The Pictures Turned Out Bad in ways i don't feel like getting into but just trust me it's like 6 layers of fucked up illegible image bullshit 3) i found it hard to narrow it down to things i felt were indicative of the development or interesting or anything like that. idk. i figured it was an interesting exercise for me and it probably wouldn't really mean anything to anyone else. and that's ok :) it was nice anyway. i mostly mention it to be like Oh My God i've drawn these guys a lot and i STILL don't know what i'm doing... :| it's fun
however i did transcribe the notes i left:
7/9/19: yo it's been less than a week & i'm on ep. 80 wtf i love this show
8/14/20: 1/2way thru my 3rd watch (first dub, first [with older sibling]) & honestly still love it & kuwabara being the first one i drew makes me happy
7/28/21: i'm watching it w/ [younger sibling] now! 4th(ish) watch, 2nd time through the dub, which is so much better than the sub really elevates the text. we're at the semifinals of the DT, which means this is technically my 5th time through yyh up until that point but eh semantics anyway i still love & obsess over yyh! <3
1/14/24 (present day): hey, i'm rewatching yyh for the.. idk 5th or 6th time. still love it & never stopped. now i'm writing fic & drawing & posting about it. i have friends i talk to about it. [both siblings] have seen it. so much has changed, and so little, but it made me sad seeing how much i insulted my own art. i love you 2019 me. god knows you needed it
[+ this drawing]:
anyway. forever fornever. if you even care
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I will say I had a dndads dream last night where the dads anchors were represented by rooms rather than objects which was very cool.
Glenn’s was basically a big toy room- signifying holding onto the past and an inability to grow up.. and he went on a magic carpet with ‘Morgan’ (who wasn’t real)- and while all the other dads got attacked by shit in the room, the fact he clung to his past meant he was allowed to just vibe there. But the dads got to the door and needed Glenn and insisted he had to come- and eventually Glenn caused so much shit he followed them, handing them each a candy he grabbed along the way.
That lead them into Ron’s room. Ron’s room was a small music room- pretty much just four beige walls, some chairs, carpet, and two whiteboards that had like. What dream dm Anthony described as ‘sheet music drawn by someone who can’t read sheet music’. There was soft piano in the background. Presumably in this world Ron played music as a kid? There was pretty much nothing else in the room. It was an empty place where his only choice is to stare at the impossible notes he can’t play. I think Willy’s voice came up saying something, but I can’t remember what.
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Random rambling here but just casually googled Christian Hillborg (aka Erik on TLK) out of curiosity to know how old he is and I was like "oh he's probably in his mid or late 30s, definitely not 40"
COME ON
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I'm shy and afraid of your reaction
Dont be shy worst thing that could happen is me laughing at you lol best thing that could happen is me laughing with you 😌🤷🏻♀️
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