A collaboration with the great Dilraj Mann for his zine, STRØKE. He drew the girl (he draws the best girls), I drew the dude and dropped in the colors. A two color screenprint of this (on colored paper) will be available at SPX in just a couple weeks! Ahh!
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there is not a single reason to not reblog this
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See that state in the red there? The one in Mexico? That is Puebla. The state where a great victory was won on May 5, 1862. You see, the French thought they had it made, that a swift takeover was imminent based on their army of 6000 soldiers. They were wrong. An army of INDIGENOUS folks gathered to fight back. On May 5, (yes that means Cinco de Mayo) the French sent troops in to attack the city of Puebla de Los Angeles, but were met from the North by the indigenos who would not be intimidated or taken down. When the fight was over and the French retreated, they had lost over 500 men. Puebla lost less than 100. Cinco de Mayo isn’t a day to get wasted and dress up as a racist stereotype. This day is a celebration to remember the Indigenous Resistance that took place, and the victory that seemed impossible. Indigenous resistance continues to this day, from the top of turtle island to the tip of South America. We fight imperialism and colonialism with pride. Please do not trivialize the important celebration of La Batalla De Puebla by reinforcing racist tropes. And don’t you dare tell Mexicans “Happy Mexican Independence Day!” you’ll look like an ignorant jackass. #cincodecultura
It’s back! Please read this non- Mexicans, and apologists.
nobody:
a horse:
If I have any followers who are in Paris, Texas, these kitties are in need of a new home. Please please please share, my heart is hurting so bad. Here is the original Facebook post, as of 3:25 AM May 4 Saturday, it has been posted an hour ago (I live in southeast Asia, not sure what time is it in America)
I’m very glad more people are getting into moomin now but tbh seeing tumblr hype up anything as “100% unproblematic uwu soft” and putting anyone/anything on a pedestal always makes me so nervous……….tove jansson was ahead of her time but it’s still a series from 1940′s white europe. moomin’s an OLD series and it’s ultimately not going to fit your modern standards of woke no matter what, so don’t be surprised if you come across casual sexism or racism especially in the comics (completely unintentional, but still there) and please use your critical thinking skills instead of knee-jerkingly “canceling” the whole thing. also it’s worth mentioning the book series is very sad by the end of it so it’s not 100% fluffy escapism either
what is your favorite food? how do you consume it?
oh my gdO CAN YOU DRAW GODZILLA MOMMA CARRYING LIKE A HUNDRED LIZARD BABIES ON HER BACK FOR TAKE YOUR CHILD (lizard) TO WORK DAY
oh SHOOT well i cant swing 100 but how bout
If I don’t always reblog this assume I am dead
SHES SO PROUD OF HER BBY
when my parents introduce me to new people
panic really does turn you into a complete fucking moron huh
to be clear, this is about timed missions in video games
Me: knows full well where each button on the control is, can press x without even looking for which one is it.
Quick time event: “PRESS THE X BUTTON”
Me: “OH GOD OH FUCK, THE WHAT??”
Game: Gives you a simple task that you’ve probably already did many times before.
Game: Adds a timer.
Me:
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During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldn’t comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in.
Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever I’d have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse - one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I’d open them and smell them a lot.
I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where I am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to “get help at”. It’d gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick “upper middle class lifestyle” candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore.
When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have.
So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat - maybe it’s Starbucks, maybe it’s a home deco item, maybe it’s a video game… I don’t judge them. I get it. I get that you can’t go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere.
poor people deserve things they want, too. it is unfair to expect poor people to only buy things they “need”.
My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have 20 kr left, you buy grocery for 10 kr and flowers for the other 10 kr because you need a reason to live as well.
Tiny baby on the bus: 👀
Me: 👀
i am so tired of peeing. i drink the water, which i apparently need to live or something, then i have to go put the water somewhere else five minutes later. i drink the water, i go to a place to un-drink the water, i wash my hands, i leave, then i have to drink more water. guess where that water ends up? not in me! i give the water to my body and like a child it tosses it out and demands more. all hours of the day all hours of the night no matter what i am doing my life is interrupted by piss and this is bullshit