Exclusive clip: Tina Belcher takes the ice bucket challenge.
It took her a second to work up the courage, but she did it!
aw that’s so sweet (:
uhhhh five things….five random things….
1) the coffee i am drinking right now is gross as hell but if i don’t consume it i will collapse
2) my best friends refers to me as champ
3) i still own a pillow pet, a bumble bee named barthandelus
4) my ears aren’t pierced so i have to wear earcuffs instead
5) the first day we moved into our apartment the local police gave us a bunch of whistles
they aren’t even rape whistles
they’re just whistles
Gravity Falls: Soos and the Real Girls Roughs
First let me say if you’ve liked the last 2 episodes, give some props to Matt Braly who directed both of them. This episode was his baby and I watched him develop this thing from the ground up.
Second, this isn’t inspired by Friday Night at Freddy’s or whatever it’s called. It’s inspired by Showbiz pizza which most kids that grew up in the 80’s spent time in.
Third a lot of people have asked me about my comment of being done with GF in February, to clarify, I’ll be done drawing the second season around then. It’ll take time for those episodes to finally reach your tv/internet thievery. My future beyond that is uncertain.
Alonso Ramirez Ramos pretty much designed Giffany’s animatronic form and I just revised a few things. My buddy Sunil Hall took a picture of me drawing that gross Hoo Ha Owl logo midway, so I included that so you can see a bit of the process.
RobertRyan Cory! If you look closely at his neck you can see his animatronic wires
i’m on a showbiz pizza kick and i cannot be stopped
"Seconds" roughs to ink and color.
Story and roughs by me, inks by myself and Jason Fischer, color by Nathan Fairbairn, letters by Dustin Harbin. I love how much care and detail EVERYONE put into their work on this page. You can tell Nathan is a Canadian because of his intimate knowledge of snow and ice.
one of the most insidious things about depression is it doesn’t ‘feel’ like depression. even when you have it, you know you have it, you’ve been diagnosed—you still find yourself thinking, no, nope, this isn’t it, can’t be. it’s like the mental illness equivalent of that knight in monty python that keeps going ‘it’s a flesh wound! i’m fine, really! this is just a scratch, i’ll be up in a moment!’ even after all his limbs have been hacked off and he’s lying there helpless.
one of the most common narratives around it is that no one realizes they have depression until they start checking off what they consider to be normal aspects of their lives—and personal character flaws— against the checklist for depression symptoms. really key symptoms include:
- lack of motivation
- constant tiredness, even exhaustion
- finding no pleasure or satisfaction in activities they used to like, or that they know should feel good
- not seeing the point of doing anything
- increased and even unmanageable anxiety and fearfulness
any one of these symptoms drains away your ability to do work, cope with setbacks, overcome difficulties, or stop procrastinating. multiple symptoms create a pretty perfect storm of intertia and anxious self-loathing. you stop doing anything because it’s hard to get going, unpleasant while you’re at it, and afterwards there’s no reward. why bother, right? and when you’re always tired you get conservative of what little energy you can manage, and when you only feel emotions on the ‘empty to miserable’ spectrum you get really aversive to making mistakes. the whole mess very quickly and very insidiously loads every single thing in your life with toxic emotional baggage.
and then someone says to you— or you say to yourself, ‘stop being lazy’. and that haunts you forever. because you’re lazy! the work is so easy. everyone else does it. everyone but you, you lazy asshole, lying around all day not doing this totally easy thing that you should be able to but aren’t. you don’t have depression! of course not. mental illness is for victims, is for blameless innocent people who can’t be blamed for being so understandably sick. but you can be blamed. you have a character flaw, and it’s getting worse by the minute.
and that is how people who have been diagnosed, who have been medicated, who have been through therapy, can still spend all day hiding in bed and chewing themselves up over their failure to just somehow magically be a good, healthy, useful person, instead of treating themselves to a sick day and saying ‘yup! it’s depression. i need to be kind to myself.’