Don’t you just love it when people write to your ask blog and tell you that they’re disappointed in you because you haven’t been meeting their expectations?
Yes, anon. I am a complete disgrace for creating my own stuff and for having too much fun on April Fool’s to draw, because your highly esteemed opinion is obviously the only one that matters.
No, really; you go ahead enjoy that sense of entitlement.
As fictitious as it is it must be lovely to have one.
I just thumb-nailed the part with Madras and now all I want to do is be at that bit why can I not be at that bit yet damnit.
Oh yeah because A TONNE OF SHIT HAPPENS BEFORE THEN.
When you do a picture incorporating the French flag and you get the colours the wrong way around because you flipped the drawing in photoshop and forgot to flip it back
and then tumblr spazzes out when you try to change the picture
so you have to delete and re-post the whole thing
and you feel like a total moron because you are one because really who does that in the first place.
God I can’t handle all these first world problems.
But of course I’m not going to say what.
And I don’t feel like I shouldn’t have said what I did.
Because if I hadn’t the other person wouldn’t have had any explanation or way to understand.
But emails are notoriously easy to misinterpret.
And they live a long way away so there’s a time lag.
But I love them.
A lot.
A lot a lot.
And now I’m sad but I needed to say it and I did my best to put it all carefully and kindly and honestly so it’s all true and I think I did the right thing so I shouldn’t be sad but I still am and it hurts.
Why.
I should be doing a Hatter post, or one of the nickname portraits or something, but I can’t because I have the worst headache and I don’t know whyyyyyy nooooooo stoooop iiiiiiit.
Seriously. Mostly towards the end. Which I had not seen until now. And I regret it.
I am not saying this because I hate all female characters, very far from it, I am saying it because they are, genuinely, FUCKING, USELESS.
All they seem to do is stand back going ooooh, aaaaah, oh pweeeez be okaaaay and think of the chiiiildreeeeeen HAVE MY BABIES PLOX uguuuuuuuuu *A*
Apart from possibly Bianchi, a psychotic food-poisoning bitch, and I-pin, who’s either a kid with a giant deformed head or a kick-ass kung fu ramen delivery girl from the future who appears about three times in the whole series. They don’t even feature in the last episodes and certainly don’t get to DO jack, they just, sort of, stand there. What the hell. Why would you throw that kind of shit out of the window. Hell, I’d watch a series based off either one of them alone. Same with teen-Lambo; what with the whole ten years in the futuuuuure~ deal, he just goes away and never gets used again, and he was one of the most hilarious and brilliant characters. Heck, I think he was the reason I started watching it in the first place.
I knew there was a reason I stopped reading the manga when it stopped being a comedy mafia gig and turned into a regular super-power wtf-is-this-shit hack. I was hoping I’d been being unkind, but I catch up to be rewarded with… I don’t even know what this is.
WTF I AM NOT EVEN THAT MUCH OF A FEMINIST OR RANTER USUALLY WHAT IS THIS HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO PISS ME OFF THIS MUCH.
