A Little Late, But Look! A Lovebug!

A little late, but look! A lovebug!

...No, I am not sorry for giving it a Butterfree face.

My first completed animation

Done in pencil2d

This is Jeremy Heere’s ideal sexual partner. You may not like it, but this is what peak attractiveness looks like.

It confuses me so much why people almost always choose to save the baby in those hypothetical situations where either a baby or a grown adult dies. A grown adult likely has many accomplishments, such as working hard to get into a good college and get a stable job, all of which would be erased if they died. Not to mention, they likely also have a family, which they have to provide for, and children they have to look after. Imagine their spouse learning they have to work twice as hard now to support their children. Or worse, imagine there not being another parent and the children being shipped off to foster care. Imagine telling their kids that their parent is dead. An adult also probably has many friends whom they are emotional support for. But a baby has nothing. No accomplishments, no dependents, no one relying on them. The real, tangible cost of losing an adult is much greater. But people don’t care about that. They just care about how innocent this baby is, how much potential it has. They care more about the potential than the real losses.

Hey, it's been like a year since I've last posted. Everyone following me probably doesn't remember I exist. I've just lost interest in Be More Chill, and seeing how this blog basically unintentionally became a Be More Chill blog, I didn't think I could post anything else. I did not mean for this blog to become a bmc blog, and I don't know if I'll ever regain interest. This is just a notification for anyone following me for bmc that I might start posting completely unrelated things and possibly won't ever return.

So basically, if you're following me for bmc stuff, I probably won't be posting about it anymore.

Someone needs to write this.

Tbh I can’t believe we were robbed of an entire musical number dedicated to Jeremy Heere fucking yeeting Beanie Babies from his aunt’s attic window in order to sell them on eBay.

Just picture it.