Day 10 Of Barefoot Shoes Now! Here Are Some Observations:

Hello!!!! No one gonna talk about this???

old fan art from 2016 to 2017

(looking back, why do i always draw ladybug on the left and cat noir on the right)

more of that ai shit: calarts poses for sheridan as a figure model

Sheridan and Calarts had been flirting with each other for weeks, and they finally decided to go on a date. They met at a cozy cafe that was known for its figure drawing sessions on Wednesday nights. As soon as they sat down at a table by the window, Sheridan couldn't resist the urge to pull out his sketchbook. Calarts noticed and chuckled.

"Are you going to draw me?" Calarts asked, raising an eyebrow. Sheridan blushed.

"I-I guess I couldn't resist the opportunity. You have such a strong, defined form," he stuttered. Calarts grinned.

"Well, in that case, I'll be happy to pose for you." He struck a dramatic pose, flexing his muscles.

Sheridan laughed and started sketching. As he drew, he couldn't help but admire Calarts's strong lines and curves. He was so focused on his work that he barely noticed the time passing. After a while, Calarts glanced over at Sheridan's sketchbook.

"Can I see?" he asked. Sheridan hesitated for a moment before handing over the sketchbook. Calarts looked at the drawing and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Sheridan, this is amazing!" he exclaimed. "You captured every detail so perfectly. I feel like I'm right there on the page." Sheridan felt his cheeks flush with pride.

"Thanks, Calarts. You make it easy to draw. You have such a dynamic pose." Calarts grinned.

"Well, I'm flattered. And I have to say, I'm really impressed with your skills. You have a real talent for capturing the essence of a subject." Sheridan beamed. He had always known that he had a passion for drawing, but it was rare for someone to appreciate his work as much as Calarts did.

As they continued to talk and sketch, Sheridan couldn't help but feel a strong connection to Calarts. He had never met someone who understood and appreciated his art the way Calarts did. As the night went on, Sheridan knew that he was falling for Calarts. And as they walked home together, hand in hand, he knew that this was the start of something special.

One time a friend told me that if she wanted to have a chill night she would come to me and ask for tea and a book to read. I didn’t like tea at the time, but I always made sure my cupboards had them in case she needed a quiet night. One time I told my boss that I loved oranges, but couldn’t peel them because of my nails. For a year he made sure to peel me one at least once a week. Once my friends gave me a made up superlative of “most likely to have a pen they could borrow” and ever since I’ve made sure I always carry a pen with me. A long time ago, my high school librarian told me that no one would care what my grade in my sophomore chemistry class was if I’m bringing them doughnuts and asking them about their day.

Don't forget that one of the alien kids shrinks humans to keep as pets inside of a wall like an ant farm that develops multiple eras of civilizations and rebellions because of the limited food sources (the kids usually forget to feed them)

love how Solar Opposites started out as a sitcom about two aliens who can't stand each other, stuck with their teenage clones (whom they also can't stand) & a toddler antichrist (whom they view as a sort of self-sufficient free-roaming hamster?) on a stupid planet they can't stand

and 4 seasons later it's a sitcom about a family of genderqueer aliens, headed by a gay couple in a happy & horny open marriage (with a graphic off-screen sex life, despite their canonical lack of genitalia?) teaching themselves to be okay parents to their 3 kids (whose Sci-Fi Antics now slightly-less-frequently revolve around wreaking havoc on human bystanders, and slightly-more-frequently revolve around alien-clone-sibling-bonding*), to the point that the central plot point becomes "We need to provide our toddler antichrist with a stable home environment."

(also the grumpy alien husband is too busy ingratiating his family with their suburban neighbors to even remember whom or what he dislikes. what is this show)

Water Witch 🌟

A hill and a farm road, June 2017

Okay, so I've received lots of wonderful comments and messages—Thank you so much!— and I may answer some individually over the next week, but for now I've been talked into leaving my blog up and continuing to post. Too many people told me that the pictures I post made their days better or were meaningful to them for me to leave. One person said basically not to let bad drive out the good. And maybe it wouldn't be that bad for AI pictures to have hints of beautiful eastern Pennsylvania. But I've also made a Pillowfort account called Geophile. I'm not sure how Pillowfort works or how much I'll use it but I like their anti-AI stance. Find me there if you join. Further thoughts and comments are welcome. 🌿🌼🌳🌷🌈