Hello everyone, here is a comic. I drew this the way I draw all of my comics: with one person (me) and with a punchline planned from the start. Any other way to draw a comic would be very silly and would require me to tag people like @buggachat and @ladybeug if they were somehow in any way involved in the comic making process. Which they weren't. I drew this solo and by myself.
As u may know not superbinto lacho (nachojesse pilled to an unhealthy extent) BUT I really wanna be. Do u have a lacho manifesto u can send or a rant ready to go bc it would be so much appreciated
OK SO I wanted to do this right so I've asked several passionate people because I'm clearly terrible at voicing my thoughts
here are the romantic answers
@themadknightuniverse
@el-michoacano
@rosayoro
here are the wise and, frankly, the correct answers
@riotgrrrlhole
@gonblin
@tommymilkers
I HAVE asked other people so if only for my sake but also if you're interested this will maybe get updated
i was tagged by @sevencoloredstar, @squishy-woozi and @wonufied to do this tag game! this was so fun thank you hehe also interesting to see everyone else's choices
i'm not sure who's done this already but tagging: @kimsmingyu @bandzboy @s-lay-ing, @zyx, @ppanghanni and @irlvernon
I gave up on and went back to this piece about 3 times (and took a brief detour to doodle some links) so OFC ur getting a vid of the process
Idk I think it's p cool to see me draw Holly the way I did back in like. March vs about a month ish ago (fuck ur brow ridge hollow ur shaped like ur mum now)
i'm in kathmandu for the first time since i moved away in 2007. it's been literally half my life—i left when i was 16, and now i'm 32, and i never thought i'd be be back but...here i am.
it's weird. i haven't ventured out yet, just been staring out the window of my hotel room, taking in how much the same the city looks while also how different it is. i just went down an internet spiral figuring out what restaurants i used to like were still open (surprising a lot of them) but how much they've changed in pictures. and it's just.
the life my dad lead, the one he raised my siblings in, it makes home as a place such a fundamentally unknowable concept. like. kathmandu WAS home for me for two years. but now i'm here and it does not, in fact, feel like returning home. and it's because...for me, growing up, home was never, actually, a place. home was always a time.
kathmandu in itself was not my home—the kathmandu of 2005–2007 was my home. that brief window in time when i was so removed from the west i didn't know when a new non-franchise movie had come out. when trying to download a song on my dad's computer took a literal day. when we didn't have gps and just kind of had to trust that the cab driver was taking us where we asked. the kathmandu i lived in as a teenager, when i didn't have to worry about bills or a job or affording rent or any of that. where i had built in ready-made friends because i was going to a school full of other expat kids like myself. like that's not, really, kathmandu. you know? not fundamentally. it was a specific moment in time when everything kind of came together to create a HOME for me and then it was gone and i can never get it back. that's not how this works.
home is a place i can never really go back to because it’s not a place. it never was. it’s a time, and it is always in the past.