Uhhhhhhh-

Uhhhhhhh-

This was supposed to be just a little simple little black and white sketch with text from a bendy song I like-

Also here’s the song

Inspired by this post (THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO FIND IM GONNA SOB-)

may your next ibuprofen take effect swiftly and noticeably

this is the funniest tweet i’ve seen in months bye

life lessons with grunkle ford

you can support my work on kofi!

fundraising on here is genuinely making me cynical in ways that feel so fucking foul, do you know how it feels to sit here trying to come up with 'strategies' to tell a new interesting story every day to get people's attention for someone surviving a literal genocide. like genuinely i do not want to believe that most people are so thoughtless and careless that they would turn away from mohammed and his family simply because one of my posts doesn't catch their attention like a youtube thumbnail but what am i supposed to think when every 18–24 hours the campaign stagnates again because i miscalibrated and people didn't see a perfectly cute kid photo or enough coloured text. idek what to say i wish that i had a million krona and i would just fund the whole thing and not ever think about how to package a story so that a genocide can generate compelling social media posts day in and day out. it's the polar fucking opposite of how i ever want to think about this atrocity it makes me feel dirty and slimy and not even dirty enough to be reliably succeeding. i just want people to fucking care enough for them to buy a packet of biscuit rations on the black market and it's like pulling fucking teeth