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college tiring me therefore blonco.. !!!
The man from nowhere - whit no name
Drafts: The way Eugene say "Alright Blondie" to Rapunzel make me want to draw Blondie and Tuco as Rapunzel and Eugene
so... slay
I have only drawn Asian men, so others look wonky 🥲 (Sorry my English 😭)
lesbian cowboys forbidden yuri
Tuco, your foot placement ‼️ ( I unknowingly drew it there ☠️
Two outlaws share more than a cigarette. ;)
(They both share the insatiable hunger to rip each other to shreds.)
MORNING MANTIMER NATION
the bad the ugly and the good quick sketches 🦉
heh after you on the outside me in the inside huh (im completely normal about them)
the man with no name sketch, again of course
im still shit at drawing faces btw i need to study more noses n stufgf
the man with no name, one layer challenge using paint tool sai
tried my best i guess
me when uh when gay cowboys‼️
new hyperfixation, quick sketch
Being around other young women (certain ones at least), I’ve noticed that they always want me to dissect myself alongside themselves. We can be in the public restroom, washing our hands, and all of a sudden she’s looking at herself intently. She touches her eyes, her nose, her lips…Then she proceeds to ask me, “What do you think is your best feature?”
I always thought this was a weird question, and insulting if closely examined. To them, I can’t like my physical self as a unified state. I can’t exactly be a “whole” being if I’m picking myself apart that way. Most of what I look like can’t be changed outside of diet and exercise. No, a lot of the women that do this want me to wallow in the self-defeatist mindset of not being attractive enough, specifically heterosexual women with an obsession with men. I don’t exactly have what are considered petite features by western standards either, so being forced to put myself under a mental knife is distracting for my personal growth. I spent too much time worrying about being ugly to people who perceive themselves to be better than me in looks either way, but are severely diminished in personality. Even worse, I wasted time feeling ugly to men I wasn’t even remotely attracted to. I was taught that they’d treat you better if you appealed to them visually. How sinister is that?
I think it’s weird how adamant they are about me changing my appearance. What happened to being beautiful in my own way? Beauty isn’t all about the conventional. I find spiritually beauty far more enlightening then what they’re trying to get me to follow. When I stopped slicing myself into the “best pieces”, my mental fog started to clear and I realized I was around distracting people. They want me to focus on what I think about myself when they already think I’m not worth a damn in the looks department anyway. They ask to confirm if you have too much confidence. Heck, even when I said I thought I was beautiful all around, she came back at me with a very condescending, “So much confidence…” lol almost like it offended her for me to like myself. That’s the dark side of people like that. They reflect their insecurities onto you and desire for you to feel bad. When you feel “ugly” you stop taking care of yourself. You don’t bathe, you don’t eat right, and you may even become a doormat since they’ve made you believe that you’re appearance is worth more than mental growth. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror for a long time because of this damaged mindset. Not even the brush my teeth. When you’re naturally aligned with yourself and are not overly attached to the physical, as I’ve started to learn, you start to naturally de-age yourself and live longer, and I emphasize the live part. I stopped poisoning myself with certain skin-care and dietary habits (which were largely meant for self-destruction) and what do you know, my body matched what was going on internally. I look and feel more alive than ever. When I stopped being a zombie, I stopped looking like one with the sunken eyes and disheveled clothes. No, males don’t talk to me on a large-scale, and some may see that as a measure of “low-worth” for a woman. I see it as a plus if some males fear talking to a woman. It’s about your energy. Plenty of women talk to me just fine and enjoy my company, so I don’t think it’s my personality lol. When you’re a woman who stops caring about what the moids and fem-bots think, you become almost monstrous and “ugly” in their eyes, regardless of your beauty. You’re inconceivable.
They're two freaks, who match eachothers freak. Blondie's oral fixation includes bitting frfr
bit of a freak post but art block comes to a point
one might ask.... who is the real freak between the two...
Forgot to cut the audio at the end. Anyway, such a silly outlaw!!! :3
Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo (1966) di Sergio Leone
Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (2024) by George Miller
i love when a character has something terrible happen to them and as a result they see themself as, essentially if not literally, a ghost. and so that means they only can (and have to) do what ghosts do, ie get revenge and then cease to exist. easy as that. but then halfway through this ghost vengeance they realize hey actually i might still be a human person. with human needs. that’s incredibly inconvenient, considering how much i’ve invested in this whole ghost thing
"i would find you in any universe" but it's very clearly intended as a threat
#giving arthur morgan period cramps
#do you guys think hed be a pad or tampon girlie?
OP your tags just made me think abt something (!)
GBU nation, consider: trans!Blondie with period cramps
Goddamn, another thing worming my brain now!
He'd whimper. A lot. And suffer. Do you think Tuco would help him or do you think that he'd enjoy it?
lovely character. i need him to finally break down sobbing clutching his chest like it'll stop the pain crumpling to the floor begging God to either help him or let him die
Blondie in this, just walking around like it's completely normal.
Not pictured: Tuco slowly but surely losing his sanity over it lol
consider: men in tulle
HC: Blondie has this embellished on the soles of his shoes.
It can be seen when he puts his feet on the table, which he does all the time
First and foremost: Isn't democracy a beautiful thing :D
Second: I think that Blondie is so disassociated and repressed, that hugging him would at first short-circuit him, and then absolutely wreck him. Like, he would just start crying. Ugly sobs.
However(!), he would (with the messy help from Tuco imo) gradually accept that he also has needs and there's nothing wrong with that. And (maybe-slowly-carefully) he would start letting Tuco (and other people) into his heart.
He adopts a kitten. He helps Marisol escape. At the end of the day, he always comes back to Tuco.
He accepts that he is capable of love, as much as he needs it given to him.
He nuzzles to Tuco's soft chest and falls asleep, not guarding with one of his ears open for the first time in years. One of his hands is still petting the kitten.