Hit Em With The Sacré Bleu

heres the thing. i enjoy well done heavy subject matter, you can look at my track record of interests as evidence for that, but i do think writers who wont shut up about how complicated and controversial they are for including ~dark themes~ in their writing need to a christmas carol style be forced to sit down and watch all 4 seasons of 13 reasons why to see what happens if you try to incorporate a bunch of heavy stuff in your work with 0 research or regard for people affected

slight clarification: people in the tags are saying "yea there needs to be levity between heavy moments for a story to be effective", which is also very true! but not what this post is about. this post is about how if you write about abuse and murder and oppression but you dont actually know what youre talking about or have a purpose for including it beside shock value and proving how mature you are your work will read like it was written by a twelve year old

Imagine if a like 8 foot tall guy that looked kinda like an alien species just kinda showed up at the house you rent a room in and crashed on the couch and at first everyone hated him but you kinda just accepted this weird massive kinda-human alien species thing as a part of your group even though he's like twice the size of everyone else there

Just saw my doctor type "FUCKED FOR LIFE" on my chart then he turned the screen away and stopped making eye contact with me

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

tights fuckers are out there operating on levels of perversion the rest of us can only dream of. half those motherfuckers are hornier about light and transparency than they are about toes

there's some dude on pixiv right now doing generational work rendering precise fabric grain and angelic translucency whose work should be studied in art classes 400 years from now who will die forgotten because he's doing all that in the service of a picture where you can juuuuust barely see the pattern on a girl's underwear

to be clear he's a hero and this is an injustice

This is fascinating

i got assigned a grey alien pen pal and all I send him are polaroids of me grabbing my nuts &flipping the bird

many people ask 'how do i know my art is good enough to start a comic'. this is a very common mistake. you do not make a comic to make good art you make comics because its fun and looked yummy

me when i improve the skill by (checks notes) not doing it so no one sees me doing it badly

anti montage theory where each shot has no relation to the shots preceding or after and the cutaway is just kinda a coincidence

the film just kinda did that dont know why

kuleshov...

idgaf about palace intrigue just let me chill