#UU week Day 7 (one day late but still): Song you associate with UU
It's "I was made for lovin' you" by KISS, that's it
I want to imagine that Andy would sing this one for Fuuko, but she would shortcircuit just on the first part of the song
But man, this drawing was so cursed from the beginning, it took 2-3 tries to get Fuuko's pose right and Andy... Andy was the worst part, I CAN'T LOOK AT HIS FACE, his eyes intimidated me even when they weren't sketched out. I was so zoomed in in my canvas just to not look at his face.
I have two screens, one to leave a static view of my canvas for recording like a timelapse, and one where i move the canvas freely, guys i didn't even dare to look at the static screen while i was drawing Andy.
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
nearly had a medical emergency today because - and i cannot stress enough how little i am making this up - a helicopter landed in front of an open grain silo while i was getting off my ship and i am deathly allergic to the wheat that said helicopters rotor blades proceeded to blast in my face at full force. the cosmic forces are plotting against me ass situation to be in
I meant to draw this back when I did this other doll comic as another side, to show a doll that had been cared for instead of abused, but somehow I wasn't able to finish it till like 10 minutes ago, anyway I did it *confetti*
why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?