for posterity, dude

i’m leaving this blog as an archive but going to be (hopefully sorta more) active on my new art blog which is basically... exactly... the same name...

i know pretty much everyone followed me here for RTAH art but heads up it’s not very likely i’ll be drawing much of that anymore, so if you like my art in general feel free to follow my new art blog >>

https://fullunadulteratedart.tumblr.com

Chapter 3,4,5: and it will make you whole

A sort of resolution, and how healing starts with connection.

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Well damn if I did I sure can’t find it :’D   It was one of those stories that was supposed to be short but very quickly spiralled into multi-chapters and then got lost in the wip folder

The imaginary friend one was Slow Moments! (which despite the fact that I wish I hadn’t written it in first person I’m still kinda fond of)

I’m like wracking my brain to remember this, cause it sounds familiar but also my memory is a sieve and throwing up an error404 :’D

I’ve been drifting away from RTAH for a while, but it was always like a home to come back to every now and then (and for the good ones who must be hurting just as much, I’ll still likely come back for them) but for now I just really can’t be present.

Honestly, I’m tempted to delete a lot of Certain Drawings because man I just can’t stand it, but I want to know if anyone else has an opinion on that.

well, long story short, after realising what a trash excuse for a human joel was I just didn’t want to have any content of him.

Richie Tozier drives into Maine on a Tuesday morning.

It’s not planned; not the state, nor the day, nor the driving. The red convertible was picked up from a rental place in Chicago on a Sunday, signed over within fifteen minutes of him walking into the office, and with no set end-date given, paid for with a credit card on a day-by-day basis.

By mid-morning that same red convertible pulls over on the outskirts of a small town, Tozier gets out and looks around, seemingly picks a direction at random and starts walking.

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“They’ll say the sun is dying And the fragile can’t be saved And the...”

Jesus fucking Christ, sir. This is absolutely gorgeous. The coloring is phenomenal and the facial expression is superb! You do such amazing work and I am consistently blown away. Amazing!

I can’t even words good to express proper gratitude but thank you!! 😊 

reddieandwaiting87

This is amazing and the colours!!! Just wow

tringvine

this is gorgeous

Thank you both!!

marslee419

Please tell me why I sang this to the tune of baby it’s cold outside?

Why indeed, I don’t even know how you could manage to fit the words to the beat... how??

My reply was therefore deleted and can I just say that I want you to know it doesn't matter. My love for this artwork and how cute and happy they are transcends the existence of words. They are a paltry pittance for the love I feel for your art and I still love this piece!