Jul 16
you should be more partial actually. every time someone sends in a racist/bigoted ask you should kill them in real life
LMAO
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you should be more partial actually. every time someone sends in a racist/bigoted ask you should kill them in real life
LMAO
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AI artists work just as hard as traditional artists. You're all fucking rude
Oh yeah, I'm sure they worked real hard typing up that prompt, anon.
Get fucked.
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It’s okay to turn off the news for a little while. It’s okay to stop doom scrolling. Unplug. Please take care of yourself. Get lost in a game or a book. Yes, there are people suffering, but you’re not going to be able to help anyone if you’re a burned out husk.
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small life update: i have been very busy lately and it's about to get worse because we are moving at the end of July. we are moving into what I hope will be our forever house, so on top of packing, my partner also wants to do some painting and other maintenance before we move in.
ive been working on the census results!! but it's very time consuming and im not sure when ill finish, especially with the move. just want to be up front about that!!
(i also finally got kicked off my school microsoft subscription that ive been milking for a year lol, so im using libre office instead and there's a bit of a learning curve. it mostly functions the same as MS Excel but some things are different. i tried using google sheets first but the lag with it being online instead of offline was unbearable).
Pomni
I'm a fan of this show, more of a quiet fan tbh, I don't draw much of this show but sometimes I find inspiration to draw.
So here's pomni, tbh I feel like she's more flat than this but this is one of my first attempts give me a break!
She's my favorite character, she's just like me frfr! I want a plushie of her but I can't afford that 28 dollar shipping bro, I'll wait until I have the money for that or until GameStop has it please GameStop give my my girl!
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My dad killed the rooster today.
When my mom wanted chickens he insisted. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed.
Get a rooster.
Get a rooster.
Get a rooster.
He wanted the rooster. He begged for the rooster. He insisted on the rooster.
And my mom said
You will hate having a rooster. I do not want a rooster. He will be big. And he will be aggressive. And he will crow all the time.
Get a rooster.
Get a rooster.
Get a rooster.
So she did. And he was a chick. He was small, and his feathers were downy, and you couldn’t tell him from the hens without looking.
What if he’s a runt.
What if he dies in his youth.
What if, what if, he’s not much of a rooster at all.
But he grew. Up up up. Until he was everything that was expected of him.
He was big.
And aggressive.
And he crowed all the time.
That was his crime. Being what he was supposed to be. He was as advertised.
He
Was
A
Rooster.
And my dad hated him. He hated that rooster from the first crow.
Too loud.
Too loud.
Too loud.
And my mom said
I told you you would hate the rooster.
Yet the tune changed. It didn’t matter anymore. Everything that the rooster was there for didn’t matter. He was too loud.
Kill the rooster.
Kill the rooster.
Kill the rooster.
Every day. On loop, a CD with a skip in it. Get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it
Kill the rooster.
Kill the rooster.
Kill the rooster.
We can sell him. We can put him out on marketplace. We can set him free. Please. Get rid of it. Get rid of it. Get rid of it. Get RID OF IT.
Kill the rooster.
Kill the rooster.
Kill the rooster.
We can just get rid of it. Please. Please. Get rid of it. We can sell him. Get rid of it. Get rid of it. Get rid of it. Get rid of it.
Kill the rooster.
Kill the rooster.
Kill the rooster.
We don’t have to.
I wonder how long it took to go get the gun.
To walk away, and find it, and load the bullets.
How long it took to go back outside.
And find the rooster.
Did he take it away from the hens first?
Or did they have to watch.
I wonder if he bellowed, if he crowed a last time.
If he committed one final crime, of being who he was supposed to be.
Or if he had no idea at all. If he didn’t even have the chance.
And I think about the feathers. If they gusted away on the breeze. Of if they stuck, downy, into the wound.
Did the blood spatter back onto my dads hands. Did it stain him, was it sticky, and hot, and fresh with life.
And I wonder what he did with his limp body. But I know the answer. And I don’t want to.
He got thrown away.
Some hollow knight pixels to feed my horde