And for all these reasons, I’ve decided to scalp you, and burn your village to the ground.
Well done society.
11 years. Thanks, educational system of 1995-2006!
every single year and still am
Just was today…….. now i have a black eye……
I transferred Highschools in Midterms. I was quickly singled out for having friends and relationships in every single letter of the LGBT community. There was actually an instance where a student who hazed me was sick, and couldn’t come in to school. So he had a friend hold a phone to my head so he could call me “Faggot” from home.
Worth noting? He would later get to know me after being forced to interact with me on a daily basis in classes. We became friends Senior year of highschool and he stopped his hazing, becoming something of an advocate for equality instead, due to the fact that he himself was also a minority within the school being obese, black,and Jewish. He’s actually a pretty awesome guy.
give her a flashdrive stripped of all its plastic, wrapped in duct tape, containing 5 mp3s of pure noise. when she asks why you gave it to her, tell her to leave you alone
sounds like how shane wooed me tbh
would work on me guaranteed
I used to do this. Only it was a bunch of new artists from NO.305’s online label. In little jewel-cases that I’d printed the Album Art and tracklisting onto. Wrapped in newspaper.
I had to literally walk up to strangers and give them out and just run away
because my parents, whom I lived with at the time, were convinced that the little newspaper parcels would be mistaken for bombs if I just left them around for people to find like I’d wanted to.
Who knows how many unrequited lovers, now four years in pining, I have left behind for the Navy.
So here that picture I’d mentioned.
Credit to Lina for finding it and throwing it my way all those years ago.
It’s just one of those beautiful things.
A turn-away from the grit and senselessness of sensationalist reporting on the Middle-East. A showcased instance where religious tradition blends seamlessly with contemporary society without controversy and bloodshed.
My father was less-convinced, when I had shown this to him.
But I think it’s beautiful; the father’s cheery little face is the deal-sealer for me.
Gonna go sip coffee, pay bills, and listen to picopop, now.
So, every now and then you find something that really opens up a perspective. In light of actively working against Iran, and a Media that encourages me to do so, I have this wonderful picture from Lina of a very proud Iranian father holding his beautiful little girl in both contemporary and traditional attire. And they’re both wonderful in either.
I think the Furry Community is a lot like Iran.
There are people actively working against it, and an entire portion of the Internet devoted to broad generalizations and short-sighted remarks about it, the remarks just aren’t “Nuke it!" like the case tends to be with Iran.
My perspective opener for the Furry Community was kind of three-fold:
1.) I had the distinction of marrying a woman who loves Onta and Shotacon. Now we look at butts together.
2.) I watched a small documentary showcasing all the community service and public goods the Furry Community has done.
3.) Sabina introduced me to LapfoxTrax, formerly VULPvibe Records.
Mayhem is probably my favorite score from Lapfox.
With Slogans like, “WE ARE SHARKS. WE ARE AWESOME.” and albums like “Sharktits,” they bring with them a mild offensiveness that tickles you in the most juvenile of ways while they blast thumpy chippy electronic numbers like this. Cover-Art is always cool and usually features the two bandmembers, a pair of Sharks named Mischief and Mayhem respectively.
”White Death,” is without a doubt my favorite by them, just beating out their album’s titular track, “Torpedo, Torpedo”
Give ‘em a listen, Purchase their stuff Here, or just enjoy this number.
I’ll post that picture of the Iranian Dad and Daughter later.
A quick little eraser doodle I did. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to eraser doodle, because I lost my mouse, then got a new mouse, then realized that the Navy does not believe in batteries, and had nothing to draw with.
This is the Girl with the Skeletron Arms.
She’s some little character I’ve been doodling at work, with skeletal arms and a little skull pin in her hair, who parades around barefoot.
I guess I’d kind of like to pixel art her as a cute little zombie sometime?
I’ll get around to it someday. I have no idea what I was doing with the pose and in retrospect it looks kind of silly.
I’d gotten to play with Leigh and our beautiful Argentine friend
In a game of Teru-ru-ru.
They built a fortress in the shape of the Destroyer’s face.
I thought it was really neat, and wanted to do something kind of pixel-arty, too, but I didn’t know what I’d wanted to do with my penchant for meaty-tidbits.
Ultimately, I decided to make this replica of a human heart.
You enter through the Vena Cava, Superior. Originally, there were four rooms, one for each Ventricle and Atria. But I got a little tight for space, and decided to make the Aorta into a Guestroom and a little storeroom in the Left Ventricle.
It is constructed primarily out of Flesh Bricks, Bone Bricks, Pink Dungeon Bricks (I like their eyeball motif) and Gel Brick with Orange Bloodroots periodically speckled to add that fleshy-tendril charm.
In conclusion, 2spoopy.
Go look at Moga’s stuff.
Ana cut her hair and looks wonderful.
Opening Page to the Mutual Nuclear Programs of the New Babylonian Republic and Hellstate Pseudomonarchy or “Heathen’s Front”.
The actual portion’s gonna feature a lot of old fictionalized war-blimps inspired by Creonite Technology and a lot of fictionalized ICBMs based off the SS-18 SATAN.
Done in a semi-realist format.
jellymail: delivering sun, rain, or in personal delusions
I wish my mail went out by Jellymail.
Or Mailshroom for that matter.
But, like anyone else handling International Shipping, or mail from a USAF postal service, it typically goes Snail Mail Flatrate.