Mortality Plays
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ABOUTWe Don't Go There At Night

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cafiffle:

buttart:

have you heard of the 2015 Mancalendar i’m in with a bunch of rad webcomic friends??? pre-order it if you wanna see the full image of Leo up there along with sexy images of other webcomic dudes!

MANCALENDAR!!

cafiffle:

buttart:

have you heard of the 2015 Mancalendar i’m in with a bunch of rad webcomic friends??? pre-order it if you wanna see the full image of Leo up there along with sexy images of other webcomic dudes!

MANCALENDAR!!

MANCALENDAR
mortalityplays:

MANCALENDAR! There really is something for everyone.

mortalityplays:

MANCALENDAR! There really is something for everyone.

buy it!!
MANCALENDAR! There really is something for everyone.

MANCALENDAR! There really is something for everyone.

MANCALENDAR mythos comic

AUTOMATIC RESTART WHILE I’M HALFWAY THROUGH A PODCAST WITH ALL MY REFERENCES OPEN ARE YOU KIDDING ME

A word about using comics for artistic goals:

themusementor:

It’s a good idea. You should try it!

I have seen a few posts floating around where artists want to start a comic, but don’t feel they are good enough to do it. This is another reminder to do it anyway, and I will tell you why: you might never be completely happy with your work, but, you can always get better, BUUUUT, you won’t get better unless you do the work!

One thing I was terrified about when starting TMM was backgrounds, and we still don’t have a very good relationship. They are a struggle. But I knew, in a comic, they would have to be there, and in spades. At first, I would cover this up by doing really-really populated places, where people could cover things up! Divert attention! DON’T LOOK BEHIND THEM!

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But I still kept doin’ ‘em. I had no choice - Santa Astra was not a blank void. I kept doing backgrounds and practicing, practicing, practicing, sometimes on tight deadlines. By the time chapter 2 rolled around, I was feeling okay enough with them that sometimes I even eased off the cover-everything-with-people tactic.

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By chapter 3 and chapter 4, I was hardly putting people in at all, if they weren’t necessary for a scene!

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And now, I am happy to say that on the first page of chapter 5, I have hit my first panel where I am staring at it thinking “aw man, now I have to cover it with people… what a shame”.

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(Shhhh… don’t tell anyone I showed you a sketch wip for next week’s page…)

Oh, but! Point being!! Don’t be afraid to do things that terrify you by folding them into other things you are more comfortable with, or mixing them into other goals that are more attainable. Telling a story is something I get excited about! Drawing a background? Not so much. But if I combine them, I can work towards both and improve all around.

So, if you have some things you aren’t feeling so great about, but then some OTHER things that get you super enthused… lean in on what makes you want to do this, and then drag the scarier option along for the ride. Soon, you might even start liking it, and it will be less of a burden. …and you can pick up new ones to lug along and improve!

behindbobsburgers:

The cast (and Jim and Loren) respond to the Bob’s Burgers porn parody that exists.

Don’t worry about the thumbnail—video is completely SFW.

finally our timeline got something right

WELL that was jaw droppingly terrible

the real horror of this movie is that there are 38 minutes left and I’m still fucking watching it

how on earth is this movie a cultural icon

how on earth is this movie a cultural icon

oh Smouldering Asshole White Guy, your switchblade and tattoos make me feel so alive, not like your brother Nebbish Asshole White Guy with his tie and mortgage

my generic buttoned up housewife stepmother heart burns with our forbidden love. as a testament, I will stand in the middle of this empty attic and clutch my chest, gasping with flashbacks