"From triumph to failure is but one step."
+ the usual
I love when I can include paper sketches in the process gif. It's very satisfying to see it progress from a very vague imagining of what was in my head to the finished project.
+ version without text
My favorite sketch was definitely the one where I actually put in words what it's supposed to convey. I wouldn't usually write that down, cause it's all in my head, but it was useful to do so when sending it to other people. I'll go into it more but here it is just as a teaser:
Lmao first of all, I like how I was teasing "Spanish GP" art, but as per usual, it's just thinly veiled au art. IM SORRY, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN MAKING GENERAL POSTERS, THAT'S NO FUN! So instead you will get weirdly relevant matador au art. I like it a lot though, I was really shocked I was able to draw 3 different Fernandos, I mean even drawing one figure takes a lot out of me, but this was weirdly easy?? I think it's just the effect of not being burnt out anymore, and actually being able to draw with more ease makes me feel like a god.
Okay, so the text: "Fight or Flight?" I'll be honest, I don't even remember why I chose it, literally came to me in a vision 😭 But I think it's fitting with the narrative of this piece. Is it better to keep going on, keep fighting, or better to finally give up, and flee? Not that I even remotely think he should give up, but I feel like sometimes I can sense him pondering this very question. That was the big fear before he announced that he re-signed. Keep fighting and maybe, just maybe, you'll get the chance to finally go up against the bull again. Or accept it's an uphill battle and the fighting is going to keep getting more and more strenous, and maybe it's time to put down the sword. SORRY THIS IS SO ANGSTY FOR WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE "yayyyy home race!!!" Please forgive me <3
I. Renault
At some point, someone pointed out to me that I had drawn all other iterations of matador Fernando with a sword, except for Renault Fernando, and that ended up feeling very poignant to me. In a bull fighting match, they really only pull out the sword at the last minute to deliver the killing blow. So I think it's important to never draw this Fernando with a sword, because it shows the unfailing confidence and stability he has at that point. He only needs to pull out the sword at the end, as a formality almost, there's no reason for him to keep his guard up at all times.
II. Ferrari
Meanwhile this Fernando, he's considering his sword like he hasn't had to in the past. He's checking the sharpness, making sure in advance he can do what needs to be done. He's on guard, he feels like he needs to keep up his defenses at all times because he doesn't have that same amount of trust and stability anymore. He knows though he will be up against the (red) bull, at least that's never in question. At least there's the assurance he'll get the chance to fight.
III. Aston
Oh, Aston Fernando....He doesn't know whether to take up his sword or finally put it down for the last time. While at least Ferrari Fernando knows he's on constant guard against the bull, this Fernando doesn't even have that assurance anymore. He feels like he can never put down the sword, just in case he gets the chance to strike the killing blow on the bull, which feels like it's growing more and more unlikely.
Spanish flag: ? Lmao this was meant to be something to celebrate Fernando's home race and it turned very introspective whoops. Also got the Napoleon quote in there hahaha, can't escape it!! Shame though there is no French gp anymore, if so I'd probably draw an unhinged thing for it :,(
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mr Gege, please leave Mei Mei alone ☺️☺️☺️🥰🥰🥰🥰 she's my favourite!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Ugh I hate Yuuji and Megumi, I'd really hate for them to have an happy ending🤢🤢🤢
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i think the funniest thing about me as a person is that i'm often a nervous wreck and terrified of trying new things or screwing up, but my disrespect for authority is so strong that the second someone tries to suggest that i can't do something because they won't let me or don't believe i'm capable of it, it completely overwrites my anxiety and makes me determined to prove them wrong right then and there. unfortunately combined with my general impulsiveness and impatience this used to make me very easy to manipulate if you understood this about me as well as leading me to take some really stupidly dangerous risks (until i started working on my self awareness and critical thinking), but it did also lead to several very funny moments in my life where someone misplaced a lot of confidence in my inability to fight back and got their shit rocked when i stepped up and called their bluff.
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I should prolly tell you guys that I’m pretty sure I have PDA (Pathological Demand Avoidance) Autism
meaning if you guys demand for more parts or fics the higher chance i wont write for it. it’s not a conscious decision for me at all ;u; like i really wish i could deliver but it’s hard when my brain is wired to go “who are you to tell me what to do??” at the politest person to ask for more
if anything i’d prefer it if you just send your personal headcannons or what you guys thought. those are way better motivators than “WHENS THE NEXT PART” or “PLEASE UPDATE!”
either way pda autism or not, please be nice to your writers and consider yourself in their shoes before you send in an ask.
here’s an infographic i found online if you guys wanna know more about this type of autism
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*sighs a deep sigh*
Racism does not come from genetic or evolutionary science.
At this point I don't expect anyone to listen. I mean, partly because it's me, but also because the online Left has collectively decided that Genetics Is The Enemy.
"Scientific" racism predates Charles Darwin and Gregor Mendel; the theory as we know it, with its "Aryan master-race" and so on, came from a guy called Joseph Arthur de Gobineau, who made it up out of materials he derived from historical linguistics. That's right, from the Humanities. Not the Sciences at all, let alone genetics.
Modern genetic science was what finally buried the last shred of Gobineau's scientific credibility. We have genetics to thank for the insight that race is a social construct.
I mean, not exclusively genetics; some anthropologists had been saying it for decades before. But genetics was what clinched it.
Here in the Pacific, in the mid-20th century, there was a complicated tangle of theories about where Pacific Island people's ancestors had come from. On the one hand, archaeology and linguistics and oral history seemed to indicate a series of successive migrations from a Melanesian hub out to more and more distant island groups. On the other, race science said that the Polynesians and Micronesians, who were relatively light-skinned and "noble" looking, couldn't be closely related to the dark-skinned Melanesians; they must have come by another route from India or somewhere.
Even here in New Zealand, the Moriori people of the Chatham Islands were theorized to be the remnant of a Melanesian ethnic group who had lived in mainland Aotearoa before being exterminated by the later-arriving Polynesian Māori.
(This theory was spread to a generation of New Zealand schoolchildren after it had been debunked, but that's another story. In case you're wondering, the first people to live here were, beyond any shadow of scientific doubt, Māori.)
Then DNA testing came along, and confirmed the story told by archaeology and linguistics and oral history, leaving the racial theory of separate origins on the scrapheap. Here as elsewhere, you got a clear, coherent story from your analysis if you weighted all "racial" factors at 0.
The Nazis never heard of DNA. I'm sure they would have been eager to use it to prove their theories if they had, but they would have been, to put it mildly, disappointed, and they would have silenced their genetic researchers with extreme prejudice before they could tell the world the truth.
But none of that is going to matter. Genetics Is The Enemy, regardless of whether it has actually done anything bad.
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Sasori: Why do you keep touching your forehead like that?
Deidara, closing his eyes: I've got such a headache, hm.
Sasori: Ah. That wouldn't, by chance, have anything at all to do with the fact that you haven't been wearing your glasses? Because I'm fairly certain that I've told you that your eyes will hurt if you didn't.
Deidara: But Dannaaaa ... glasses don't fit my aesthetic, you know? I'm a wild and free spirit. Glasses make me look like I should be teaching a class or something.
Sasori: Why can't it be both? I've offered time and time again to get you more "expressive" glasses, ones with the multiple colors and the odd shapes. So why --
Deidara: Because the glasses remind me of Itachi and I DON'T want to think of him every time I look in the mirror, hm.
Sasori: Oh, love ... are you upset because you know you don't look as good as he does in his glasses?
Deidara: ... what?
Sasori: What's that word you all use? "Sexy"? Are you angry because Itachi looks sexy in his --
Deidara: *jumping up* FUCK that red-eyed asshole! There isn't ANYBODY that can look hotter in glasses than me! I'm gonna go put them on right now and prove it to you! *runs out of room*
Sasori, to himself: Thank god that worked; my only other alternative was going to be to glue them to his face ...
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