#AND MY REALLY SORE HANDS

[thepalerimitation]

This painting murdered me.

So. To business.

I realize in the late afternoon that one of my oldest and dearest friends in the fucking universe HAS HER BIRTHDAY.

TODAY.

(I congratulated her and all that but for some reason I completely forgot to make her a gift). Thus, I must now make the most extravagant gift of all time. I am an artist. I knew what had to be done.

Now, I’m a solid artist in portraits, I can whip those bitches out, fully rendered and detailed in an hour and a half. But nooooo. I must include something about her! Something she loves. WELL WELL VAN GOGH WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

(This picture curses my retinas now.) I have the bright idea to mimic his stunning impressionist style in a Spock portrait. Side note: Vinnie wasn’t doing digital art, so maybe that would’ve been my first clue to the disaster I was heading towards.

About three minutes into coloring in the eye, I slowly realized. Vinnie, God rest his soul, did not have to individually find each color on a color wheel. He also did not choose to use the most minute brush size of all time. I only realized past the point of no return how hellishly long this was going to take.

(SpongeBob voice)

“Foure houres lateeeh”

(Please zoom in to see the majesty) You can tell around the neck where I just gave up. But my cruel cruel ambition has me by the neck. I can’t give a portrait as a gift! That would be heinous! Why not just….

Van Gogh it?

UGH.

SIX HOURS. AND TWENTY TWO MINUTES. TWENTY-ONE THOUSAND, NINE HUNDRED AND SIXTY STROKES. (For reference the average portrait takes me maybe two hours and three thousand strokes). Madness. Pure madness. But what makes this even more pretentious.

Yes that is the Fibonacci sequence. She is a massive fan of the Fibonacci bro. What she wants, she gets, right? Anyway, it’s three in the morning and I want to sleep forever.

[thunderc1an]

hollyleaf

[kaikamahine]

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[itsyouch]

one time I got sick cuz I was going a bit too crazy for ultrakill

[rosizoitsa]

🎃 TAWOG Halloween Costume Challenge Day 20 🎃

Howdy howdy howdy! 🤠

Tina's so excited for Halloween she could barely fit inside this pic!

[funshinebf]

eye shapes and colors thoughts for my favorite gang of creatures

[caranoelle]

traditional drawing of a certain socially anxious guitarist because I adore her

[snzluv3r]

maybe beginning the deep clean of my room on a day where my nose was already more sensitive and sneezy than usual was a bad idea…perhaps i should’ve thought a little harder about how itchy and allergic the combination of dust and lingering cat hair would make me, let alone on top of what i’m worried might be an oncoming cold—and a very sneezy, hitchy one at that.

my room might be cleaner than when i started but i’ve certainly made a mess of myself and am sneezing so frequently still that i can barely make this post

[gobstoppr]

happy birthday to the greatest warrior in the galaxy

[starryluminary]

I have blasted through the first Sonic Adventure and there is a fire in my eyes

[aliwonderland]

by the end of this hospital stay I’ll either be completely fine with needles or even more anxious about them than ever

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

nahhhh my body has to be fucking with me because what do you mean i haven't been doing well for two weeks in varying ways, and then, on top of all that, TONIGHT I GET MY PERIOD?? HELLO?? this has got to stop

[casiavium]

oh so no one unsubscribes from my ao3 when I post a/b/o but they do when I post zelink. I see how it is

[depoteka]

ugh i think i need a couple of days long break from crocheting bc i can feel tension in my wrist -_-

[thefinestbrandofeefa]

*accidentally whacks my fingers against a hard surface* wow. that’s hot. (referring to the growing warm sensation in my fingers as a bloodflow response to the sudden impact)

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

for real i tried to re find this for like half an hour like almost immediately after reading it for the first time and just could not even a little bit find it but theres this part of some like full featured mini novel on the scp site where this guy is like in the middle of a supernaturally mediated break from reality and he describes bursting into a room that appeared to contain some facsimile of a normal human gathering but- with better wording than im abt to produce- the "people" were all gruesome lumps of silly putty with random arrangements of protuberances and orifices, wearing clothes that grabbed at their uneven mass in a sickening and exaggerative way, and then the twist clicks that nothing about these people was actually unusual for a human person and he & by extent the reader was just massively fucked in perception, and your imagination has to reassemble this grotesque and lurid image youve composed into normal people but the grotesqueness doesnt just go away. like i thought it was wonderfully well executed for like, how high the suspension of disbelief stakes are for any wordsmithing to overcome how goofy any scp concept is, but i feel like it hits on such a weird and fundamental autism i get about turning on and off culturally mediated perceptions that i don't ever see talked about. i used to* have like a really big thing as a kid about looking hard at a person and Choosing to see them as a man, or a woman, or a man, or a woman, and how the packages of priorities applied to either like straight up change what a person looks like beyond just your conscious assessment of their gender conformance and how freaky that is. also like i think this is a skill transvestigators accidentally trained themselves into and decided that instead of this being some weird but completely fucking useless artifact of human psychology its actually a proof of molemen alien pyramid 5g interference into the fabric of american society

*still compulsively do this but less because i think its probably like universally rude

**i also had/have a debilitating compulsion to inagine everyone around me naked especially older family members so i think im just globally malleable into evil forms & overwhelmingly prone to compulsion