Dragonfly

why the fuck do you people buy red cars like i had no idea how bright and obnoxious they looked

there are BERRIES on the trees. like bright red. id never noticed them because they blended in. a new problem has arisen now: how the fuck do you people keep yourselves from trying to eat them they’re so tempting looking

Lust, the guy who hits on everyone regardless of whether or not they seem inclined to reciprocate, also known as the guy who considers his own pleasure the endgame of any encounter, consistently failing to give a shit about other people’s comfort or satisfaction;

Gluttony, the guy who overindulges in everything regardless of whether or not it was offered in moderation or offered out of politeness, also known as the guy who’s always high off other people’s weed and drunk off other people’s beer, consistently failing to respect the unspoken standards of politeness;

Greed, the guy who lays claim to every object of ambiguous origin left behind after a party, also known as the guy who hoards things he’s fully aware he’ll never use before they expire or will simply never use at all, consistently failing to demonstrate an awareness of the basic concept of sharing;

Sloth, the guy who only demonstrates any agency when the possibility of getting someone else to do his work for him arises, also known as the guy who will actually expend more energy trying to get out of making a basic effort than the basic effort itself would have required, consistently failing to do much of anything;

Wrath, the guy who finds a way to pick a fight with anyone nearby regardless of the circumstances, also known as the guy who’s formed an elaborate system of self-justifications to excuse his violent behaviours rather than attempt to curb his temper, consistently failing to take responsibility for his actions;

Envy, the only nice guy in the house, also known as the guy who thinks the world and everyone in it owes him something regardless of whether or not he’s done anything to deserve it, consistently failing to recognize that basic acts of human decency do not entitle him to the regard and attentions of others;

and Pride, the guy whose stories keep getting longer every time you hear them, also known as the guy who can’t stand not to be the centre of attention and who only starts conversations with others in the interests of talking about himself, consistently failing to take into account the fact that literally no one likes a person who feels compelled to engage everyone around them in constant games of self-congratulatory one-upmanship.

war: stands up at the pta meeting to remind everyone evolution is just a theory and shouldn’t be taught in science class

famine: invited you over for dinner but everything’s vegan and gluten-free

pestilence: didn’t vaccinate her fucking kids and now the whole neighborhood’s got measles

get 13 followers

argue with a random person

seen 1000 funny-ish jokes beaten to death in a matter of hours

feel exhausted by the sight of capital letters

get a gross message

block someone

seen that post about the reverse-albino lion

met up irl with a mutual 

given up

all the halloween snk ideas were taken so i did this… case in point, i didn’t even come up with this, my friend sean did.

Buckysasset,

This is a great question! 

My senior year of college, I took a screenwriting seminar andwrote a full-length screenplay called Hardy. It’s the story of asuper stoic, brooding, and kinda dumb hockey player who falls in lovewith his best friend—who happens to be a dude. I didn’t know muchabout hockey at the time, so I threw myself into research. I got deepin it, fam. And by the time I graduated and had this excess of hockeyknowledge, I knew that I would be heading off to the Savannah Collegeof Art and Design for a Sequential Art MFA.

I figured starting a webcomic would be a great summer project topolish my drawing skills before my degree work, and also to dump outall of this hockey knowledge that I had acquired over the last 3 orso months. Because Hardy was such a dark story, I had actuallystarted writing about a bubbly pie-baking hockey player in themargins of my script—just something lighter and more comedy-based.(Which are the usual narratives I stick to.)  So in the Summer of2013—on a bit of a whim—I drew Bitty sitting in his Samwellcollege dorm room for the first time!

Hope that answers your question!