#head's up

[modmad]

TPoH mini hiatus

head's up that TPoH will update this Sunday as usual, but then I will take a week off to do admin work and a lot of irl things that have stacked up and are super stressing me out :'D the comic will resume normal updates on the 23rd

[animenostalgia]

Head's up! - Viz's English release of Ai Yazawa's Neighborhood Story vol 1 is now up for pre-order! You can use my affiliate links at Rightstuf or Amazon to help support the podcast! Connected to her later manga, Paradise Kiss, vol 1 will be 312 pages and is scheduled for release on Dec 5, 2023.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

Gonna reblog a bunch of my rosegarden writing tomorrow and the day after

[viosvisions]

Head's Up

I've been working hard on moving to these new blogs. But the one that needs my attention the most is my Sonic RP Blog @sunshine-and-flames . I dont know how these other RP blogs in the community do it, but I'd like my day in the sun at least.

So if activity/quality dips for here, you now know why.

[mayhaps-a-blog]

I would like to formally announce to my followers that, if you haven’t noticed, the new Sandman show has come out on Netflix. I adored the comics and loved the show, which I binge-watched a few days ago, and will likely be posting about quite a bit. Don’t worry, I’m still reblogging all the cool Star Wars art that wanders across my dash and everything else, but now also Sandman!!

Which, if you haven’t watched yet, you should. Fantastic show.

[anxiousangerball]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but

YOU DO NOT NEED TO START A NEW HOBBY!

STEP AWAY FROM THE TEXTILES!

YOU DON'T NEED MORE YARN!

THAT FABRIC IS NOT CALLING TO YOU! LEAVE IT ALONE!

[adriles]

they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes

[officialspec]

heres most of the notes i have for brisbane meshi. i could draw this forever probably

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[egophiliac]

bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton into the FNAF-verse

[animenostalgia]

Head's up! - The physical release of Fist of the North Star Fitness Boxing is now up for pre-order on Amazon! It's currently listed for release on Dec 5, 2023. You can use my affiliate link to pre-order here and help support the podcast!

[miscellaneousrenaissant]

[ironinkpen]

best thing about uncle iroh is that if you pay attention he is actually just as much of an idiot as zuko but has just mastered the art of coming across as a wise old man. the even better thing is that zuko is the only one on the planet who somewhat realizes this and no one would ever believe him because he's zuko

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[xx-sketchy-xx]

LOOOK, LOOK WHAT MY MOTHER MADE FROM CAKE. AAAAAAAAAA-