This comic is a little different than my usual stuff, I thought maybe you needed a break from the tears. (Unless you still find it sad, then I apologize.)
sorry this sounds so alarming, things are not allright, but I’m okayish, I just don’t know how to explain this in a short way, so I put a read more here
So, I don’t often talk about myself or lifestuff or the world here, but I stil wanted to idk, just let you all know what’s up with me.
I don’t know how to say this delicately or eloquently, my grandfather is dying, he had covid and he got very weak and confused really quickly, me and my grandma tried to take care of him at home, but it was simply beyond our capabilities at some point, he is in the hospital right now, unconcious most of the time.
He was the one who handled all the accounting, bill paying and such in the household, and on top of that he was running a pharmacy, so the last 2 weeks has been spent frantically trying to figure out what needs to be paid and how and how to deal with closing the pharmacy and also paying a lot of bills and dept for the pharmacy as well. My grandpa has been working tirelessly throught the years of the pandemic and the paperwork got really messy.
My father also traveled down to my graparents house, and slowly has taken over of dealing with most of this, but he has to go back to work on monday. My mom would have come here every weekend too but she also got covid after her first visit, so she has been stuck at home, alone.
so summa summarum I’m down at my grandparents house bc my grandpa is dying and there is a miriad things to take care of bc of how suddnely he got sick and an invalid, This is, as you can guess a horrible and stressful situation and so I’m gonna be extra self indulgent with my art, and in general use online spaces as an escapism
I can also stay down here indefinitely bc I’m unemployed, which has the drawback that I’m gonna run out of funds, not immeadeatly, but you know, at some point, my grandma had one saving that was on her name so we could acces it, so our fiancial situation is not desperate, just like, concerning and I gotta be more vigilant about making sure I do have some income.
so if you wanted a print form me or stickers,now I would be extra super grateful for your purchase, but I’m gonna make a seperate post about this i think as well, this got a little long.
I have a kofi too, but pls don’t donate to me more than like, one kofi, if you have funds you can comfortably part with for charity, consider supporting one benefitting Ukraine!
That’s all! I’m doing okay, considering everything. Hope where ever this finds you in the world that you’re as okay as can be in your circumstances!
Edit: I wrote this this morning, we got the call this afternoon, around 5 pm my gradfather quietly passed away in the hospital.I don’t know, I think I’ll delete this post tomorrow, but just wanted it to have current information. I don’t know I’m just so tired and dried up, I can’t even really cry, It was going to happen soon, but it’s still unbelievable.
It’s been almost a year since Maya died in the campaign and was brought back by her cool necklace, so to celebrate the occasion she died again!! But it’s fine, she got revivified by Gideon she’s fineee
The lovable mascot of Jolly’s toy store, Jolly here loves to play in every which way! But every now and then, grownups will stumble into Jolly’s Junction, the happy home of Jolly and his pals! In Jolly’s Junction, there’s no homework or chores or bedtimes, just kids and toys… oh, you’re not a kid? Well then you must be a toy, just like Jolly! At least, that’s what’s Jolly thinks. unfortunately for the adults who end up playing with Jolly, he doesn’t seem to grasp that human beings are not at all like toys, in that their joints can only bend so far, or that they don’t bounce when dropped from thirty feet in the air, or they need to eat actual food instead of candy, plastic, or Play-Doh, or that you can’t fix a severed limb with a glue stick and a sewing machine, or that they need to breathe… but even when his new toy friends end up breaking and don’t want to play anymore, there will always be new friends to play with eventually! And Jolly will be there to greet them with a big smile and open suction-cup hooves.
How people end up in Jolly’s Junction is unclear- sometimes its as simple as making the wrong turn from a certain aisle in the store, or an employee will lock the place up for tonight only to find the exit leads somewhere totally different, or someone stumbles and falls into the ball pit but doesn’t come back up… whatever the case, the number of disappearances around Jolly’s toy store locations has been noted by local authorities, but investigations turn up nothing… though employees of Jolly’s toy store have noted that every now and then in the storeroom, they momentarily catch a whiff of what smells like rotten flesh.
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After listening to The Stupendium’s latest song “Toybox”, I was hit with a sudden rush of inspiration and came up with this new horror character, Jolly Giraffe. I’ve always like the horror concept of taking something innocent and child-friendly and twisting it into something horrifying, such as Five Nights at Freddy’s,Bendy and the Ink Machine, or indeed, Poppy’s Playtime. Although, I wanted to take a different approach to it- my biggest issue with a lot of “childhood horror” creatures is that too often they seem like they were deliberately made to be creepy and unsettling, when in real life, while we may find old dolls, clowns, or animatronics creepy or unsettling, they weren’t made to be that way intentionally. They were made to be appealing to children, but because something about them is just a little “off”, their unreal nature becomes all the more obvious.
“Well howdy-doody there friend! I’m Jolly, and welcome to Jolly Junction, the bestest and most funnest place in the whole wide world! We got games and toys and candy and rides and everything else that’s fun to play with! There’s no homework, no chores, and no naptimes, just fun, fun, FUN! It’s been so long since I’ve met another toy like me, you’re gonna LOVE it here! Huh? Whatcha mean you’re not a toy? Of COURSE you’re a toy! Only kids and toys live in Jolly Junction, and you’re not a kid, sooooooo… you must be a toy, like me! Ha ha ha, you’re funny!”
“Come on, let’s go play! We got the biggest and deepest ball pit in the world over here! I’ll bet you can’t beat the diving record! The last toy who went in is still down there, and she went in a whole month ago! Oooh, or we could ride the roller coaster! The best part is where it goes up super-duper fast and you fly off into the air! Just be sure to bounce when you hit the ground- a lotta toys forget to do that and end up breaking n’ making a big mess. They musta eaten a lotta cherry pie before they got on, cuz they were full of a lotta red gooey stuff! Oh, speaking of which, you want some snacks? We got cotton candy n’ ice cream n’ soda pop n’ milkshakes n’ chocolate bars n’ lotsa lotsa jellybeans! Huh? Well of course we don’t ONLY eat sweets here, silly billy! They make the bestest burgers n’ pizza n’ spaghetti over there, all made from fresh n’ tasty Play-Doh!”
“Oh wait- where are my manners? I got so excited meeting you that I forgot to give you one of my world-famous welcome hugs! Aww, don’t be shy, c'mere! I’ll wrap ya up all nice n’ tight in my legs so’s you can get the biggest, bestest, tightest hug ever! Just please don’t spit up any fruit punch when I squeeze ya- the last toy who did that got it all over me and it took for-EVER to wash out!”
antonio mays jr y lorenzo anderson y summer taylor
En la ciénaga del verano, dos hijos son enterrados. Esperan debajo de un montículo de palabritas: CHOP, revolution, gang, fascist, black, life, matter. El monumento de le verane tiene el nombre reluciente y ramilletes frescos. Antonio tiene un monumento también: flores harapientas en el suelo, velas apagadas. Separados por dos millas, desiguales. Lorenzo tiene pintura en aerosol; un mensaje sobre el sitio dice “destruir.” ¿Esto es importar? Le verane no tiene la culpa, con su cara fina y coraje soleado. Víctime, mártir, dulce soldade. Pero ay, como me duele de que nadie no diga sus nombres. En mi vestido diáfano, acecho los ríos de coches, gritando, “¿Dónde están? ¿Mis hijos, mis aliados, la justicia, dónde están?”
This summer isn’t fair.
No summer is, but this one’s trepanning.
This one is rammed up the nose to extinguish the brain. This year,
the blackberries will burst without you. Small heartbeats will skitter, afraid, lacking the sun of your smile.
Summer, we planted you a garden of artwork.
We’ve welded your voice to the glowing screens of history.
We’ve draped your name in stars and ringed it in fresh bouquets,
tender, grieving fingers moving in the dark.
-e.c.c.
(I don’t like to editorialize my poetry too much, but in this case I think it’s necessary. The following is excerpted from a message to my Patreon supporters. Heavy warnings for racism and death/murder in a protest context.)
