Informative Ancient Egypt Comics: BROS

A compilation of stuff I know about drawing Asian faces and Asian culture! I feel like many “How-To-Draw” tutorials often default to European faces and are not really helpful when drawing people of other races. So I thought I’d put this together in case anyone is interested! Feel free to share this guide and shoot me questions if you have any! I’m by no means an expert, I just know a few things from drawing experience and from my own cultural background. 

Another contribution to the #drawthisinyourstyle challenge, because I just can‘t stay away🙈@loukoumh is such a cool artist✨

man, comics are fascinating and terrible but at least being a comics fan gives you the ultimate power what is canon? literally whatever you like, pick and choose from a zillion issues of contradictory nonsense because who can stop you? no one

Me dancing with Shrek.

.... i have never felt so seen

On Intellectuals

Many watching my showclaim they are intellectuals.

Is it true? Well.

Let me tell you a little something.

Do you know who came up with the phrase, “Wubba lubba dub dub”? I’ll tell you.

I’d just come home from a long night in the office. It had been a disaster. Everything was falling apart. No one could agree on a good catchphrase for Rick. Dan and I were fighting. The show’s cancellation was even brought up as a possibility. Tears were streaming down my face as I stepped onto the train to ride back home.

I sat down on a seat and couldn’t contain a few miserable sobs. A man sitting next to me shifted in his seat.

“Young man, I know that look all too well,” he explained. I looked up at him from aside, puzzled. “What?” I asked.

“You know… Back at my home; we had a phrase we would say. It was Wubba Lubba Dub Dub, and it meant you were in great pain. I can feel that you are in great pain as well, my child.”

The bus went silent.

I stood up. “That’s it!” I exclaimed. “I know what I have to do… Thank you, sir…”

The silence was broken after a moment by a small girl standing up and clapping. Slowly, one by one, the rest of the passengers also began to put down their things and clap. Some even whistled. I called my lover Dan and explained to him as we all cheered and celebrated.

Before I got off at my stop, I stopped once more.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll never forget your wisdom.”

He pulled down his newspaper ever so slightly and winked at me with those two, knowing eyes.

It was then that I saw his face for the first time.

That man?

Was Albert Einstein.