I’m going to start a separate blog called “Are you going to finish that?” where I will only post the drawings that I seriously feel guilty about not finishing. 

Which is, almost all of them.

::AUDIBLE SIGHS:: 

I just got an invite on Facebook to: “KONY 2012: COVER THE NIGHT”  

and for a split-second I thought it was to “SPIDER-MAN: TURN OFF THE DARK”.  

As I got off the J train a few minutes ago, I was a few things: kind of hungry (I haven’t eaten since like, 1) kind of pissed (my phone died a whie ago and my head REALLY FUCKING HURTS) and kind of tired (I’m a fat person so it doesn’t take much to do that, it’s almost expected) but one thing I wasn’t expecting, was to feel incredibly guilty and shitty in a minute or so.

When I was near the end of the platform, I saw a very short man semi-stumbling about so I internally semi-panicked. I hate having to swerve around people because I always get it wrong. Plus, I assumed the stumbling was a byproduct of his (assumed) intoxication. As I got closer, I found out I was right. He reeked.

But, I also noticed that he had a two bongos and some sort of bongo case with him. And, that he had no arms. This drunken amputee, I then gathered, must be either a train musician, or just got back from a crazy jam session.

Anyway, when the dreaded time came, I did, of course, get it wrong. He went one way, I went the same. I went the other way, he went the same. So for about 3 seconds, what came out of my head was

“Oh. Uh. Huh. Sorry. Lemme just — uup. Oh god, I’m sorry”
But what was going on inside my head was screaming, non stop, primal brain screaming.

And when I finally worked my way around him, I walked through the turnstiles as he SCREAMED AT ME AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE FUCKIN GOIN, ASSHOLE” etc. etc. Now if there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I hate confrontation. So my poor widdle heart was pulling a NASCAR (racing for no real reason) and he even slammed himself against the turnstiles as I got to the stairs.

But the thoughts that occurred to me as I briskly walked down those stairs made me feel awful immediately after I had them, and I know they’re terrible, but I feel like this entire post loses all, if any worth if I’m not being completely honest.

I thought to mysellf:

” If he does chase me, he can’t really catch me.
And even if he does, I know he’s not Armed.”

tomyumyumdraws:

JUAN I’M SORRY I DREW YOU AS MARIO BUT I DON’T HAVE ANY REAL REASON WHY

SHUT THE HELL UP. Oh god, I’m not worthy. You’ve made me much too handsome. Also this settles it, I’m ditching the pencil-thin mustache and going for this. KRIZIA YOU DA BESTTTT ♥

vanfullersublime:

Sherlock Holmes and the Case Of the Accidental Felon

This is my first—and possibly my last—work of fan art.

I created it in light of pending legislation that would obliterate virtually everything of interest on the internet. It’s called ACTA, and if you’ll run a search on that tag you’ll be properly appalled.

Anyway…I invited the actors to pose, but they declined—or rather, they ignored my calls. Apparently I am not as famous in England as I am in America.

No problem: I borrowed a photo and used it as my reference. I make no claim to the ownership of this photo. Even so, this action would lead to five years’ imprisonment under ACTA.

Like most creative people, I am a firm believer in the rights of artists, photographers, musicians, writers, film makers and anyone who produces original creative work. If I offered this picture for sale at my commercial gallery, I’d be a parasite and a thief. Even worse, I’d be unprofessional. I know where the ethical line is drawn, and I think most people instinctively do. But soon our kindly government may draw the line for us, and they will draw it where they please.

I haven’t even signed this piece because it’s only partially mine. If you want to pretend that you painted it yourself, do so with my blessing.

Frankly, I’d rather you went to jail instead of me.

Oh god I’ve always wanted to see you do fan art and this is ridiculous. 

tomyumyumdraws:

your favorite teenage mutant mall rat

Everyone go to Krizia’s art blog, she’s been drawing these sexy comic lady pin-up type things and they’re all make me feel… things. 

but if you’re good at making gifs, could you please make a gif out of the dancing monkey toy in the trailer for “The Woman in Black.“ 

That monkey. The way it dances. So sexy. So hypnotic. My sister and I are memorized. 

Yes, If my lady poop yogurt ever got possessed I would call it Paranormal Activia.

And there were worse choices.