#Or it might not

[canongf]

i'm getting to see my new face little by little as the swelling goes down and what the heck!!! i'm so cute!!!

[yuzu-all-the-way]

My fav ANA CM 💙

》 ANA CM 2021

[gummywyrmtrainer]

Interest Checker made...

[themanwiththeplan05]

Here's some more drawings (both finished and not) about Homestar Runner. Cause I've got no drive to draw.

Like before, further explanation is under the cut.

Previous post about TSP here.

Rock on! \__/,

Okay, here goes

It's that hampster from that one gif/gif Strong Bad had that one time! Remember that? I drew it. Don't ask me why.

An oc I knew I would never do anything with. They hang out at The Stick, and have no name. I used them as my avatar on the former bird app before I basically abandoned it.

A drawing of The Hurricane playing some variety of guitar. Don't remember what I was specifically going for, but I imagined her in a band with Champeen and Homeschool Winner. I had song ideas I never wrote down and everything!

A card design for an IRL friend's game idea that didn't go far. It was based around a summer road trip which is why there are the beginnings of a Hawaiian t-shirt. I like how I did the glasses and the eyes, so here's closeups with and without them.

Champeen and Homeschool. I don't like how I filled them in.

A Strong Bad... emblem? I don't remember what this was for (if anything).

Another strange drawing of Strong Bad, this time to test dynamic lines. It didn’t turn out good.

Finally, this is one of the first ever sketches I did of the main characters. I've come a long way since then, but I still think these ones are good for what they are.

[darkestrellar]

this might help my "dusk stones and dark shards have a similar name in japanese should I hc that they're related or just leave it be" dilemma

[jira-chii]

While trying to figure out whether or not that weird bird in the Faron jungle was based on a kookaburra, I fell down a rabbit hole of sound design and came across the sound effects wiki for totk.

It is actually super interesting to hear these sounds out of context and see what other pieces of media they've been used in (if you think you hear the same bird across different games, anime and movies, you are probably right!)

Also incredibly fascinating to see how sounds were altered (which this site helpfully explains because I would not be able to tell otherwise. Did you know the lynel is an altered Leopard roar?)

Anyway sound design is actually super interesting to me and definitely an underappreciated art!

[amartworks]

had a fun experience on the subway the other day

[possumtion]

They’re back!!

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[freackthejester]

I had a dream that a bunch of people were making jokes about how the economy was so bad that gay people couldn't afford closets and were just "in the corner"

[juraorbi]

coming back after a year of not posting art with a shitpost,, hello jayvik nation

[kosmogrl]

how the world feels when you listen to a song for the first time and immediately know you'll love it forever

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.