More Smudge Art... Plus I Need To Practice Drawing Couples❤️ #traditionalart #pencildrawing #pencilsketch

You guys don’t even know how HAPPY I am with how this one turned out! I think I’m going to do a digital version of this later https://www.instagram.com/quokkatoons/p/Bw2TXMEFZog/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13bmvqnprgscx

Delicious

found my big ol collection of hands 🤌

Needed this🩷

Just messing around on paint tool sai...😋 https://www.instagram.com/quokkatoons/p/BvGJ8HBF03d/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jc8v9zzosrlc

Date Night! Idk I was just sketching one day and this is what it ended up being... https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz0TuxKleL9/?igshid=yn3e7etsqgi2

So I drew my self as Itward from the game Fran Bow.... #franbow #itward #killmondaygames https://www.instagram.com/p/B0cVPA1F686/?igshid=1sl0ysezily3i

💔Mindy’s backround💔

Mindy was born on June 23rd 1835. She was dropped off in an alleyway because her parents had to abondon her. They were being hunted and didn’t want their daughter to die at such a young age. Mindy was found by a group of poor women who raised her until they were killed in a protest that turned into a riot. Mindy was 5 at the time and soon adapted to living alone. She learned how to beg and sometimes, steal food. But one day, a woman named Wilma discovered Mindy and took her in. Mindy was 11 at this time and Wilma worked in the asylum. Wilma soon discover that Mindy had some interesting behaviors and had her tested for a mental illness. She was, indeed, mentally ill. So they moved her to the asylum. But over time, Mindy never grew and neither did the asylum itself. Sure the employees and patients would pass away but Mindy never did. And the building never aged. It always looked new. Mindy is physically 15 but has the personality of a happy 6 year old. She is still smart and knows basic math and language arts. 💔Fun Facts💔: 💔Mindy has a Teddy bear that was her mother’s and named him Henry. She takes Henry everywhere and shares all the lasers gossip with him. 💔Mindy is currently 183 years old. No one knows how she keeps living. 💔Mindy loves crazy socks. She has a whole collection of them!

i was at a restaurant last week, watching the political ads on the TV between sports games. one from the trump campaign ended with the slogan “kamala is for they/them. trump is for you”. it was vilely clever - and it made a clear statement about who was the enemy, the other, the unwelcome, in trump’s great america. i thought about how the right had gone all-in on transphobia this election season, and i hoped it was a gamble that would cost them.

this week has been a gut punch, and i’ve been feeling a lot of things - rage, fear, grief, and subspecies of those emotions. what i kept coming back to, though, as i digested these feelings, were the people i love. my queer friends. the trans kids in my community. the people who, already, are losing their rights to bodily autonomy, state-by-state. the way that i’ve had to start looking at our country as a fucked up patchwork of safe and not-safe. the way that access to medical care, increasingly, changes depending on which side of an arbitrary border you’re on. i’m also realizing the ignorance and privilege it is to only think of our country this way, now. america has always been about picking and choosing who deserves rights, who we consider a person. but, despite the deep-seated flaws of this country, i live in it. so do so many people i love. and that’s what I keep coming back to: the people i love, and my desire to protect them. at the very center of all the rage and hurt and anxiety and sorrow i’m feeling, is a deep, perilous love. i am holding onto that love. i hope you are, too.

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little demons

The Duolingo Owl as a human! (I did add filters only to see the colors better) #duolingo #owl #traditionalart #youmissedyourspanishlesson #learnspanish https://www.instagram.com/quokkatoons/p/BwUnJe5Fs4e/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nznoz73iis13