here it is, like i said is not complete im gonna try but no promises.

Thanks @choerrypies for the idea, you may not know me and this could be a little bit creepy, but the shipname The Loch Ness Monster is actually awesome for this two.

Like you see the girls are a little out of characters, but i intended this I SWEAR.

Where Lou is always aggressive and over the top I like to think they can be actually pretty soft with the person they love and be more like a suportive sturdyrock for them (we have seeing this with Rudy)

And where Jess is always trying to appear cool, relaxe and collected, with Lou she can let out a little more of her dorky side cause believe me this girls is such a dork im sure.

Because Jess design has changed so many times, I strongly inspired her in my two lesbian icons Robin Buckley and Kim Pines (though this shows more with the colors jeje)

Oh and by the way, the locker. I tried to sneak as so many easter eggs as i could. so many reference, wait for a locker reveal, cause that for sure is something im gonna do. The draw may be incomplete but NOT THE LOCKER, that's my goal.

Bob’s Burgers Gave Me Brain Worms and the Simpsons go on a....sigh....Roman Holiday.

Fell victim to nostalgia. 

Cowering in my golly gee cherry sour romper 

People don’t understand the concept of me and I  only understand that the loop we’re living in is finite 

A gesture of lives being eroded by slick white supremacy and male mediocrity that makes up the vast largess of subversive comedy. TIDES ARE SHIFTING!  Get lost in the marsh, mucking and wallowing in my indifferent harrowing pale plaster. Sunday Night on Fox is a excavation sight where the mummified and resuscitated adult cartoons come out to play, let’s check in on two of Americas leading families.

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White men are impersonating men of color  and minorities in virtually every single Western comedic vehicle. Overriding all rhyme and reason, a racial sickness gnawing away at mucous membrane. A racial insensitivity of constantly pointing out racial insensitivity. This is not my space. I should move on, but god dammit I just want a single adult animated cartoon devoid of low middlebrow minstrely and the abysmal state of the  Voice Acting Empire Vacuum (VAEV) . Racial mimicry is stenciled into the vast majority of animated sitcoms and all “alternative” comedy targeted exclusively at white college aged men and the world suffering alongside them. We as a nation are currently on a lethal joy ride, the guide a White Supremacist who happens to be the most beloved celebrity in America. The man/woman/trans/nonbinary figure is falling asleep in a bed made of face oils and ghoulish make-up kits you can trust the brandname Killian Cosmetics a Canadian spite factory (The Shout Factory refused to provide a comment). 

We’ve entered a Spider-Verse and are getting a dose of Soul for Christmas, but it is nowhere near enough! Adult Swim cannot revive Tucca and Bertie back fast enough. The only example of what could be good and right with an animated sitcom. Sure, there’s The Boondocks, which is returning at some point hopefully in the near future, but it’s still not enough. There is clearly a need for an animated sitcom created by someone that has not been aboard the Lolita Express, that is the bare minimum. Dan Harmon attends a board room meeting with a lifelike premise that wows the world, but he’s got great friends and runs in circles of comedic voices that should also be given a shot. 

Acting freely and organically face to face is going to be an uphill battle for years to come. Animation is difficult and the labor practices are vile and exploitative against the artists that make the silly apparitions break our hearts. I am a coddled millennial that wants ever so badly to shotgun the phrases “raised by a Gameboy, raised by ROMs, raised by reruns, raised by blowup mattresses floating inside guests bedrooms, raised by horny postmodernism, raised by otaku teardrops, raised by candy coated make believe economic theory,” and someone I avoid blacking out. 

Watching the recent offerings of BOB’s BURGERS and the simpsons I also stirred deep wells of black out desire. Yet I am not going to convince you of why the episode Worms of In-Rear-Ment was a subpar offering of some sort of essential viewing Golden Age of Television (I’m sorry tv critic brigade but actual human beings usually have no idea what I’m saying whenever I bring up the Golden Age of Television, but I will become one of you and devour the pop cultural rhetoric that best suits the occasion). At least the opening store gag for the episode was A Hedwig And the Angry Inch related pun, which is probably the highlight of the whole episode. In a recent list posted by Vulture: (https://www.vulture.com/news/100-sequences-that-shaped-animation/) and article I spent the entire day reading. That is where my level of cognition is at right now. Some of you may have coded your way to the next big American Way, others are already fluent in every language and are now stumbling through Navi, whereas I am transcribing and slobbering all over a fairly comprehensive of history of animation? These sort of self deprecating digs are so last Quarantine. 

There were no such moments to be found in “In-Rear-Men,” but it’s ridiculous to hold a farting rub your butts together kind of show to the same standards as something more refined like South Park (X_X I> I surrender).A bottle episode around butt worms is a rough premise and without any sort of B-narrative to speak, and this is coming from a show who can dedicate a whole side plot into meaningless charades with ease and charm in every episode. Linda’s as a whole  feels Flanderized or at least a far inferior flimsier version of Linda that we’re accustomed to in this episode. Primarily regarding Linda’s insecurities around motherhood which check out, but that she is concerned about the kids’ Cs and D saturated report card does not read as an authentically Linda moment. Then there’s also the unnerving factor of making the Belchers unabashed super spreaders besides Louise, which certainly reads, but Tina is usually a safety stickler and in this episode she is literally rendered useless for the entire episode. When did I suddenly tune over into an Oblongs rerun (spot the reference! Don’t make me sick)? Personally grossness for grossness sake is a major turn off and I’m too much of a prude to accept front row tickets to the filth symphony. This episode would not be complete without an imagination fueled  musical number with Linda and a symphony of rectal worms. Somewhere along the line the show’s use of musical numbers stopped feeling fresh and fun and more like a safety valve deployed to distract and assuage viewers from the broken seams. And where was Teddy?!  Is Teddy’s role going to be greatly reduced because of the distant recordings? Here’s hoping its only onwards from here and I don’t care if its upwards or downwards I just don’t want to focus too much on farts and shit, and that’s my scoop. 

TWO HAMSTERS THAT WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS EPISODE OUT OF 5

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The Simpsons’ “I, Carumbus” the second episode of season 32, strangely, also completely sidelines its daughter/sister character  completely disregarding Lisa, because, of course, this being (a)historical drag piece. This is also an episode where one of the remaining Monty Python members’ Micael Palin is relegated to nothing but exposition reading. Rome is burning. California is on fire. I’m just not feeling this. My nose is too delicate and these Simpsonian brutes want to plow and smack me in my nose with the Trump and the Roman emperor parallels and we’re just having a good time making slave jokes. The episode is still fairly watchable but surprisingly gross in its violence, which is to be expected with gladiatorial antics, but this is not fun violence done with rhythm or panache it’s mostly there to make sure you as a viewer still have a pulse and test that you are paying attention.  A joyless joke machine puttering along its own vibrant pastel cushy budgets that allow the visuals to allow for more ambitious episodes, but at least the Simpsons has the nerve the start and episode with the family out and about somewhere whereas the Belchers are rooted in place. Starting to see why other bigger paid corporate publications don’t bother themselves with this tired and worn down clunker of a series, but hey Carl has a new voice actor, Alex Desert, who also gets to be a slave version of Carl this season as well, oh fun. 

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Trudging on.