I knowww, I just posted, but I wanted to make this separate. As I mentioned before, I am a poor college student, and I also like to draw. I've been meaning to make a post like this for a while, but I wanted to wait until I felt like I had the time. So!

$8 for a lineart-only portrait like this
$15 for a colored portrait like so
$20 for two people, colored
$20 for a colored full-body picture
$25 for a full scene (multiple people, actual background)

Here's my deviantART gallery for more examples of stuff I do. Just, only keep the first like, ten pictures or so in mind. I'm already horrified by the rest of them.

This can be literally anything -- your own characters, existing characters -- oh, I can do animals too. If you want something that doesn't fit under one of the categories I mentioned, just let me know and we can work something out. (I accept Paypal.)

Oh, also, you can let me know how messy you want it. Some people like the sloppiness, other people don't. [/lewd joke] ALSO IT CAN BE AS GAY OR NOT-GAY AS YOU WANT IT. It is totally possible for me to draw people interacting without saliva.

Comment if you're interested, or email me at ana_ng_and_i@yahoo.com

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First, first, first, sorry I have not gotten to all of your comments on San Francisco post yet. I'm planning on it. The past couple of days has been a SOLID BLOCK of working, not being home, working, not being home, and now things are finally settling down. \o/

Oh, but guys? Thank you so, so much. You all were super helpful, I finally feel like this is doable. I LOVE YOU GUYS. ♥

Second, you know that saying, the one that goes "you teach people how to treat you"? Yesterday I wanted to test it with Serious Science. So I put my hands on the back counter and put on my best Serious Face and told the cooks, "I want a waffle - a free waffle. With strawberries." And for the past however many weeks I've worked there, they've done nothing but tease me (the Santa Wrap doesn't come with onions -- ahahaha just kidding!) but the second time I went back into the kitchen there was a waffle sitting out on the counter - with strawberries - and damn was it ever good. It tasted like victory, and whipped cream. You can find the detailed results in Science Weekly.

Third thing:

you're the ____ to my ____

Hope you all are well as well can be. ♥

Stole it like something that steals things from oldstarnewshine.

1. Pick a number or two (or seven or nineteen) between 1 and 1949.
2. I'll find the corresponding track in my iTunes library.
3. Said track will be uploaded for your listening pleasure.
4. Do it too! I wanna hear your music.

Do iiiiiiit.

Kevin Barnes is telling me that all our wizard dreams are still possible, and I had to let everyone know.

I'm going to wish I'd made this post drunk, in the morning. I really have no excuse.

Also, I've decided I love the words "twatwaffle" and "fuckmuffins" and yes I think I just made that last one up right now. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE WERDS, GUYS?

A little while ago, someone sent me this poem by Richard Siken. It's pretty long, but holy shit I found it to be incredible, and you might like it, or you might hate it, or you might think it's Just Okay, but either way I thought I'd share.

( You are Jeff. )

From a supposed interview with Georgie Fruit, Kevin Barnes's alter ego.

Interviewer: You’ve been a man and a woman and then a man again which is unusual in that many people undergoing sex change operations say they feel somehow ‘trapped’ in the wrong body – what precipitated the decision to change back as it were?

GF: I just get bored you know. I wanna be everything but I gotta only be one thing at a time. I wanna eat breakfast as a woman but take the dog for a walk as a man and then watch TV as a woman again. I wish I had a dog.

Huh. In other news, boy jeans are really comfy, and these boots are really, really not. Now, because I'm curious:

Poll #1421112
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Do you wear high heels?

Makeup, y/n?

Shopping, y/n?

Since I asked for something from ibroketuesday:

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble/doodle of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead. Specify in your post whether you want a drabble (short fictional story) or a doodle (low-effort artwork).

"Doodle" I will define as a sketchy Photoshop picture kinda like this. I have to work tonight and all day tomorrow, and then I have to teach people how to paint Sunday afternoon, so you might not get these RIGHT away but sometime next week for sure.

Also, will probably reply to all your comments individually when I get back, but for now, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WRITERLY INPUT ON MY LAST POST, GUYS, it helped a SHIT TON. (Haha, sometimes I need this stuff spelled out for me. I've written eight pages so far? Which is a big deal for me?) Anyways, if you were all physically here, I would take you out for sundaes, jsyk. ♥

I am not a writer. I feel inherently silly trying to write in the first place and even sillier showing what I write to people, but I've been sort of wanting to do it lately, and I've been having one problem in particular.

Um, when you are writing about a character who is a lot like yourself, do you feel kind of... naked? Like everyone's going to notice the similarities and make ~assumptions~? Am I just being super paranoid? I don't know, but my writing process is thus: I open up a word document, stare at it for about half an hour, finally yell, "OH NO," and close it in a panic. Every day for the past week. /o\ I don't even know where to starrrrt.

I'm really happy with my painting today though?

NAME YOUR 15 ABSOLUTELY FAVORITE COUPLES (HET/SLASH/CANON/FANON) AND ASK PEOPLE TO SEE WHAT TRENDS THEY NOTICE ABOUT YOUR COUPLES. TRY TO PICK DIFFERENT FANDOMS.

( Oh geeze. )

Now you. And FEEL FREE TO PSYCHOANALYZE ME TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT.

Seriously though, I've often wondered about what your favorite pairings "say" about you. I've thought about it and come to no solid conclusions. I've noticed my pairings have veered from the "watch out because after we have sex I might kill you" dynamic and more towards the "if we actually had babbys and actually got married it would still be in character" dynamic. Y-yay?

ETA: I want to hear about your bowel movements more than you guys might realize. Just putting that out there.

ETA the second: Already decided what to paint, but I think typing all that narcissism out was good for me. Or, hitting the 'delete' button was.

ETA the third: Arguments on songmeanings.com are my favorite. "It's 'inverse of our parabola,' guys." "No it's not, omg, it's 'Himlers.'" "HOW ARE YOU SO STUPID, IT'S OBVIOUSLY 'BUTTFACE OF OUR PARABOLA,' DON'T YOU KNOW YOUR LYRICS AT ALL???"

HEY


HEY YOU

You know how I was training to be a waitress last week? Well, today was the real thing - my first time waiting my own tables. My prior job experience is being a barista, and choking on my own sleepdrool while boxes sometimes crawl out of conveyor belts but most often not. I have never been a server before, so I thought they would go easy on me at first. Like, give me two or three tables during the lunch rush since we have a lot of other servers then. Maybe four if they had an inordinate amount of faith in me.

No. They gave me SIX.

SIX MOTHERFUCKIN TABLES DURING MOTHERFUCKIN LUNCH RUSH, WHILE I FUMBLE WITH MY LITTLE BOOK AND TRY TO REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS THOSE THREE OLD DUDES RATTLED OFF AT ME AT NINETY MILES AN HOUR, AND WHY DO WE HAVE TEN OMELETTES THAT ALL SOUND THE SAME, AND DID THE FOOD COME OUT YET, AND WAIT WHOSE FOOD AM I EVEN TALKING ABOUT, OH SHIT I FORGOT TO SEND SIXTEEN'S ORDER TO THE KITCHEN, OH SHIT THOSE BUSINESSSUITED GENTELYMANS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THEIR CHECK, OH MOTHERFUCKER, I FORGOT TO ASK FLOWERED SHIRT IF SHE WANTED WHEAT OR RYE, OH MY FUCKING LORD!!!

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? IT WAS FUN. NO SARCASM. I SAY THE WORD "FUN" WITH AN OSTENTATIOUS AMOUNT OF SINCERITY, BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH THIS JOB IS CRAPPIER THAN CRAP, I FUCKING OWNED ITS ASS THIS MORNING. I AM A MAGNIFICENT LION, AND I TOOK WHAT WAS MINE, AND BY "WHAT IS MINE" I MEAN THE TIPS, AND BY "TIPS" I MEAN MONEY, AND I AM PLANNING ON HAVING A LOT OF THAT STUFF PRETTY MUCH POURING THE FUCK IN. I MEAN, YEAH, I AM A RIDICULOUSLY AWKWARD AND SHY PERSON, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO CUSTOMER SERVICE, I CAN FUCKING DO IT. THE BRO CARD? YEAH, I CAN FUCKING PLAY IT. THE HO CARD? YEAH, BABY, I KNOW ABOUT THOSE MIDDLE-AGED LADIES AND THEIR LUNCH DATES. THE FLIRT CARD? SHOW ME THOSE OLD GUYS, AND BABY, I WILL COME SCAMPERING OUT OF THE KITCHEN WITHOUT PANTS ON.

SO IT WAS GOOD.

I hope you guys are good. I went to Lowe's yesterday and bought a ginormous sheaf of MDF board, and gessoed one, and now my room smells like a delicious chemical forest of artisticness and creativitation. So fuck yes I am going to paint it today. It's the same size as my final portrait was, and I got an idea to make a few more so they all have an overarching theme, but I'm not sure if it's going to work. IDK. I WILL PUT PAINT ON THINGS AND ROCK OUT WITH MY EAR-ENGULFING HEADPHONES.

ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE GOOD. SORRY ABOUT ALL THE SHOUTING.

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES
THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES

HOLY SHIT GUYS I WANT TO BE EMBARRASSED BUT I LOVE THIS SONG SO FUCKING MUCH. SOMETIMES I MAKE IT MY JOB TO BE WAY LATE TO THE TEENYBOPPER PARTY AND THAT MEANS MORE CAKE FOR ME.


Also I listened to the Doctor Horrible soundtrack for the first time in months - every song on there used to be on my iTunes most-listened-to playlist - and it's much better after coming back to it. I've been working a shit ton, like... way more than I am really down with working, and I've felt uncharacteristically awkward with all the people there, and also they are all addicted to some kind of drug, and also I pleasepleaseplease want to go back to school like, really soon, but I'm looking forward to the two weeks before school when I've quit my job and can just paint my ass off again.

I don't know why, but today I've felt this strange kind of hope for the future. I can't explain it any further than that, but I just feel like RL is going to shape up soon. Things will fall into place.

Now a question: do you guys ever find yourself retreating from the people you care about, for no apparent reason than just being... "tired"? I don't know why I do this, and push people away, because it doesn't really make me feel better? IDK GUYS, MY NONLOGIC IS FUCKING SHIT UP. MY FRIEND IS LEAVING THIS WEEK AND WHY HAVEN'T WE BEEN HANGING OUT???

TASTES LIKE YOU BUT SWEETERRRRRRRRR

I DON'T HAVE TO WORK IN THE FACTORY THIS SUMMER HOLY SHIT!!!!!!


In several minutes I'm going to turn in my paperwork, and tomorrow I learn how to bus tables. Dream of dreams, I know, but FUCK YES, I have a job that is not standing around in a dark room for the best hours of the day and listening to old, angry people be homophobic and gossipy. The suffocating feeling in my chest is gone, and I just want to hug every single person on the internet and maybe even every other person too.

Also I've been playing guitar again? And I thought Star Trek was just as awesome as everyone claimed it was. I tried to go in with the most open of minds (having had no interest in the series before this came out) and in the beginning shipped Spock/Uhura because it was there, but by the end I was chanting SPOCK/KIRK SPOCK/KIRK SPOCK/KIRK SPOCK/KIRK OHMYGOSH in my mind and clasping my hands together giddily whenever they had a scene together. SOMETIMES THINGS HAVE VALID REASONS FOR BEING POPULAR.

The real news, though, is that I've done a lot of thinking these past couple of weeks, and have decided that I really, really like southern accents. What is happening to me. ♥

Life is full of disappointment, I've noticed. You spend your early years fully believing that you're going to be The Best in whatever career you deign to grace with your involvement, live in a sprawling estate with a charming housekeeping staff, and be swept off your feet by someone out of a Whitestrips ad (with a fabulous personality, of course). Then you go to college -- um, I mean, you get to sixth grade. And you start to realize, ohhh, everyone talks about how life is not a Disney movie, but they weren't actually just saying that to be discouraging. The car didn't turn back into a pumpkin at midnight -- the car was a pumpkin all along, and people were staring at you.

But that's no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And one fine morning —





Which reminds me. Let me be the most pretentious of nerds for a moment and steal Fitzgerald's unspoken question. Quote is: "Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known."

What virtue (not necessarily cardinal) do you suspect yourself of? You don't have to answer, but I would be intensely curious. (I would tell you what mine is, but I'm not really sure. Also, honesty is not, in fact, a cardinal virtue.)

(Okay, going by this list that honesty is tacked onto as an "eighth virtue" I would pick "kindness" or "humility.") Now you.

ETA: This was supposed to be an uplifting entry, but I think I skimped on the real message and just left the intro?

ETA #2: By the way, the missing three paragraphs should say something like, "Oh but even though you grow up and realize life is not the magical pony-infested land you thought it would be, it's still pretty great? It's just a matter of learning how to appreciate it? Have a feeling the effect is kind of lost now, but there it is.

ohhfantastic made an anonymous post this morning and I thought, hey, that's a good idea! And like all good ideas, it's going to be stolen.

anonymous post.

anything goes.
comment with whatever's been on your mind
whether it's painful, happy, angry, shameful;
whether it has to do with me or you
or no one in particular -- just say it.

anon is on, ip logging is off.

♥

jamiecian linked me to this today, and it is... literally one of The Strangest And Best Things I Have Ever Seen, Had Ever Hoped To See, and Expect to See For As Long As I Shall Live.



( Holy shit, I don't even know where to START. )

Isn't it funny to look back on your childhood and realize you were shipping people in your subconscious? For so many years I just did not understand why Sam Gamgee getting married to Rosy upset me.

( And then there was Fleetwood Mac. )

Anyways, the real point of this post:

Did you subconsciously ship people when you were younger? And if so, who?

ALSO NEVER EVER EVER EVER EAT HALF A CANTALOUPE IN ONE SITTING. IT WAS THREE DAYS AGO AND I AM STILL REGRETTING IT.