A Quick Sketch Of A Ship Kitten

a quick sketch of a ship kitten

Gross?

Nzou of Zimbabwe doesn't think so.

(if this isn't a troll, maybe they're referencing this)

legitimately cannot tell if this is a troll or if they actually think this is a good argument

One man’s trash (my fic at 2AM after I’ve reread it so many times I’ve become sick of and disillusioned by it) is another man’s treasure (my fic a few days later when I’m looking at it with fresh eyes and realizing it’s actually not that bad, perhaps even pretty good).

More Sim Team Rocket.

This sums up the household pretty well, I think. Jessie is randomly doing push-ups, Meowth is talking and doesn't care if the other two are listening (possibly having a Giovanni fantasy), and I don't even know what James is doing back there.

They survived the first night in the cursed Sim shack! Their reward is a proper toilet.

Not a comfortable toilet, mind, but at least they won't get attacked by squirrels when they need to pee.

Meowth, when you tell him to take a bath.

A casual family portrait of sorts. (Human Meowth finally got in the bath like I told him to.)

James nearly chopped off a finger making their breakfast salad, but he's not bothered by it.

Meanwhile, Jessie paints the Arnolfini Wedding.

"More like the Arnolfurry Wedding."

Meowth rudely spurns James's cooking to eat the leftover fruitcake even though HE KNOWS it'll give him an uncomfortable moodlet.

Nice to know his mild masochism carried over to the Sims world.

Kitty Meowth you get your butt out of that salad! James slaved over that counter for five whole minutes to make that!

He actually put that in his mouth.

"Waste not, want not."

"DO NOT WANT," says Jessie of the cat butt salad.

Meowth plays guitar to Meowth. Nice to see him bonding with himself.

The bees were in a bad mood that day.

Poor James.

James and Meowth take turns pushing each other on the swings.

They look so happy.

Meowth kept giving this look at James's butt. If they get together in the Sims, at least they'll be the same species.

the mighty moltres, our man-mother of the everlasting blaze

help i think i can make a religion out of this

insulting your own work (art or writing or whatever) super openly, especially directly on your work is also insulting everyone who sees and enjoys it. you're essentially calling them a liar or telling them that they have shit taste.

i think abt this a lot (and it helped me stop being an asshole abt my own writing), but i'm especially bitter when it's people who have commission stuff all over. like. you say your stuff is worth buying, but you're calling it awful? do you see what you're saying?

i know it's not always that simple to realize, but still. ghghgh.