love is speaking in code, it's an inside joke, love is coming home.
HA HA HA HA HAH.
So it's only been over a month and a half. So I only managed to quit my job, pack my shit, drive 2,227 miles, find a new place, move in, fly back to Portland for my cats, start school and not actually completely lose my mind (I said completely, I know and I'm sorry what a couple of you have been dealing with from me, I know, shut up also I love you), AND I STILL HAVE THREE PIECES TO MAKE A POST.
HA HA HAH.
I still have so much reading to do today, it's horrifying.
My BBB, Round 2 piece, one Into The Woods piece, and the first of a four-part born of a really weird conversation somewhere in the mountains of western Montana.
Coocoocachoo, Mrs Robinson.
BBB Round 2 submission for tygermine and her story How To Train Your Teacher.
Let's be honest here, guys. My life was exploding, I couldn't actually think about anything long enough to read summaries, let alone like, a million of them. So I drank all the booze left in my fridge before the move and scrolled through until I saw the words "Gabe Saporta" with a quick double-check to make sure I didn't see any words relating to suicide, self harm, eating disorders, mpreg, or Ryland's penis.
Pink Chucks. for Into The Woods.
AKA look_alive needs to maybe calm down with the DBC and Scene Aesthetic.
I've been listening to a lot of Dashboard Confessional lately, okay? A lot. And I was on the bus and it was this drizzly, perfect day with Alter The Ending disc 1 on my iPod and harassing the crap out of manipulant on Twitter and all of a sudden the planets aligned and everything converged to form on centrifugal need for schmoop. Luckily, I still had a chapter or two left to draw for. (manipulant, you and whoever else has read it knows what this is from. For the sake of spoilers, I'll leave off distinction just yet. Probably shoulda thought of that before now.)
BUT BECAUSE I CAN and because thanks to dorian_mauve I spent most of yesterday listening to TSA with revolting images of gay weddings floating around in my head (because that's such a change), I'm backing this shit up with some musical reinforcement.
My Humility, You Are.
It's cute. And funny. And they're singing to each other and it's really, really kinda extremely gay. Go listen to it and then maybe we'll talk about If You're A Bird.
Pestilence.
Part one of a four-part Horsebandmembers Of The Apocalypse. Which started out as a conversation driving in to our first camp site on the trip out here, I don't even remember how it began, just that Nic Newsham needs to be War and it needs to happen ASAFP. HOWEVER. Unlike ITW, I'm going in order this time, so we're starting with Pestilence as lyrically/aesthetically inspired by Nate Ruess of The Format/Fun..
A couple words of disclaimer/blather-
The second two I have every intention of going back into and doing a lot more color replacement kind of stuff and some basic cell-shading. These are getting tacked onto the list begun with the last legit art post I made, on which I have made a grand total of zero headway. I'll get there.
I also might try and start posting in twos instead of threes, we'll see how OCD I get when the time comes. Yes, this does actually create legitimate concern for me and yes, I know it's ridiculous.
manipulant, I only have... ohgod. Do I really only have one left? I've been saving him for last and this is it, isn't it? Gah! Anyway, it looks like you're totally gonna be getting some kind of bizarre fan mix thing with the last installment, because I can't not soundtrack everything I do and some songs were just made for gay married storybook shenanigans.
Have I mentioned lately that I really like comments? Cuz I do. ♥ ♥ ♥
:D
So it's only been over a month and a half. So I only managed to quit my job, pack my shit, drive 2,227 miles, find a new place, move in, fly back to Portland for my cats, start school and not actually completely lose my mind (I said completely, I know and I'm sorry what a couple of you have been dealing with from me, I know, shut up also I love you), AND I STILL HAVE THREE PIECES TO MAKE A POST.
HA HA HAH.
I still have so much reading to do today, it's horrifying.
My BBB, Round 2 piece, one Into The Woods piece, and the first of a four-part born of a really weird conversation somewhere in the mountains of western Montana.
Coocoocachoo, Mrs Robinson.
BBB Round 2 submission for tygermine and her story How To Train Your Teacher.
Let's be honest here, guys. My life was exploding, I couldn't actually think about anything long enough to read summaries, let alone like, a million of them. So I drank all the booze left in my fridge before the move and scrolled through until I saw the words "Gabe Saporta" with a quick double-check to make sure I didn't see any words relating to suicide, self harm, eating disorders, mpreg, or Ryland's penis.
Pink Chucks. for Into The Woods.
AKA look_alive needs to maybe calm down with the DBC and Scene Aesthetic.
I've been listening to a lot of Dashboard Confessional lately, okay? A lot. And I was on the bus and it was this drizzly, perfect day with Alter The Ending disc 1 on my iPod and harassing the crap out of manipulant on Twitter and all of a sudden the planets aligned and everything converged to form on centrifugal need for schmoop. Luckily, I still had a chapter or two left to draw for. (manipulant, you and whoever else has read it knows what this is from. For the sake of spoilers, I'll leave off distinction just yet. Probably shoulda thought of that before now.)
BUT BECAUSE I CAN and because thanks to dorian_mauve I spent most of yesterday listening to TSA with revolting images of gay weddings floating around in my head (because that's such a change), I'm backing this shit up with some musical reinforcement.
My Humility, You Are.
It's cute. And funny. And they're singing to each other and it's really, really kinda extremely gay. Go listen to it and then maybe we'll talk about If You're A Bird.
Pestilence.
Part one of a four-part Horsebandmembers Of The Apocalypse. Which started out as a conversation driving in to our first camp site on the trip out here, I don't even remember how it began, just that Nic Newsham needs to be War and it needs to happen ASAFP. HOWEVER. Unlike ITW, I'm going in order this time, so we're starting with Pestilence as lyrically/aesthetically inspired by Nate Ruess of The Format/Fun..
A couple words of disclaimer/blather-
The second two I have every intention of going back into and doing a lot more color replacement kind of stuff and some basic cell-shading. These are getting tacked onto the list begun with the last legit art post I made, on which I have made a grand total of zero headway. I'll get there.
I also might try and start posting in twos instead of threes, we'll see how OCD I get when the time comes. Yes, this does actually create legitimate concern for me and yes, I know it's ridiculous.
manipulant, I only have... ohgod. Do I really only have one left? I've been saving him for last and this is it, isn't it? Gah! Anyway, it looks like you're totally gonna be getting some kind of bizarre fan mix thing with the last installment, because I can't not soundtrack everything I do and some songs were just made for gay married storybook shenanigans.
Have I mentioned lately that I really like comments? Cuz I do. ♥ ♥ ♥
:D