The Jerma Rumble (x)
"Yzma is best princess" By Charamath
I can’t even handle how amazing these are.
The first one tho
Don’t be scared. We represent someone who can help you. Someone who can make all your dreams come true.
Financial Aid Office
The only reason I made this is because this is an issue true and dear to my heart. I didn’t come from a family of money or big opportunity. I had no connections, the wrong credentials and no experience. All I had was a big dream and a lot of dedication. And no, I had no help from my parents or anyone else for that matter, haven’t borrowed a dime from them in 7 years. What I have is because I worked my ass off for it.
Want to be successful too? Here are 10 commandments to dream realization!
1) Realize that you wont be in your dream job tomorrow. It might take a long time. I swear if I hear another 23 year old kid whining that they have no future and their opportunity is over, I might physically explode.
2) Those who wait are fucking idiots. If you want something, go for it.
3) I don’t care how shitty you think your art is. When you present your work to people, you better walk around like you have the biggest dick in the world. Most people can’t tell good art from bad art. If you show off your work like you are the god of your craft you can land any job.
4) Know that companies want experience. So save up to do an internship. I promise, 99% of art internships wont pay you squat. If you’re lucky they might pay transportation costs. Internships will open a tidal wave of opportunity.
5) Be prepared to take some criticism (Thank god I didn’t go to art school), and be prepared to do shit you don’t want to do.
6) Know that your first, probably even second job will pay you peanuts. Either take on a second job or do commissions.
7) Cut costs. Use public transportation. Don’t eat out. Steal your neighbors wifi. Prioritize spending.
8) Be ready and willing to give up years of your life. Seriously. If you’re not willing to sacrifice everything, then your dream are not that important to you.
9) Don’t EVER make excuses. Always know that everything you do brings your one step closer to your dream.
10) Don’t ever settle. You’re worth shining among the stars. Don’t ever think you can’t make it. Being in the business, I can assure you I’ve met plenty of artist that are shitty and somehow got well paying jobs.
Thanks to artbymoga for bringing this important issue to light. Dreams aren’t just fairy tales. There are other people living them out right now as your read this.This is beautiful and inspirational and… I just can’t even… Thank you for making this! It inspired me
Oh man… THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH! It was JUST what I needed to read.
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
People from middle and upper middle class can say these things and get away. People who don’t know what starting capital is can say these things. People who literally don’t know what its like to have nothing or to live in poverty can say these things.
You can’t follow your dreams without some start up cash from somewhere. And most people don’t have that. Like if money was no object and people could just ~live their dreams~ then why are there children starving in 1st world nations
It’s the social economic version of “just stop being depressed”
Actually reblogging again to add commentary:
"All you need is a house and food and a laptop".
And internet for the laptop. And electricity. And plumbing. And heat. And possibly has for your car. Oh and tabs and emissions if you have a car. Travel if you live away from family/friends or have a job that requires it but doesn’t pay for it.
And, hm, what else?
Medications. Doctor appointments. Replacement for things like canes and wheelchairs if they break and your insurance doesn’t cover it (oh, and if you’re self employed, you have to pay for insurance, too).
Not only is this super classist, it’s ableist as fuck.
It means well, and it’s good to dream, but…yeah.
Flat, bills-only fee to live in my apartment, buy food, and pay my various and sundry bills, the worst of which is a $100 a month credit card payment? $1700.
Total amount I’ve made writing creatively over the last four years since I decided I needed to go for it? Approximately $200.
Shut up about this shit. Just, shut up about it. People don’t work shitty jobs because they’re too afraid to do what they love. People work shitty jobs because STUFF COSTS MONEY.
And people who want to do what they love generally want to do creative things WHICH RARELY PAYS OUT IN LOTS OF MONEY.
I have friends who work 100+ hours a week to do what they love (making comics) and also work day jobs to pay the bills and help them make more comics. It’s fucking exhausting just watching them some nights. They are doing what they love, and they’re willing to put in the time, and the thing is, if you want to do what you love, you have to PUT IN THE FUCKING TIME. And that may mean not sleeping a lot. That may mean taking shit jobs.
You can do what you love. You should do what you love. But don’t fucking idealize it as the solution to your problems. It is, in some ways, your big problem, and it’s the fact that you love it that makes it worthwhile to pursue.
Another problem with this form of thinking is that it severely devalues the people who work “dirty jobs” that no one wants to do. No one goes out into life and passionately wants to be a janitor or a waitress or an administrative assistant. And yet there are hundreds of thousands of people working these kinds of jobs.
They are not lesser because they chose to work a job that they’d dreamed about since childhood. They are not stupid because they didn’t “follow their passions”. You do not get to judge them and find them wanting for choosing to pay their mortgage and fund their kids’ education.
Sure, sometimes people find a career that is intensely fulfilling and also pays well! But just as many people work a job that they don’t particularly love, and then use that job to fund hobbies outside of that. And they too live truly joyful lives.
Thank god for you all, I saw this comic on my dash with no commentary on it last week and almost vomited.
Must be nice to not have to give a shit about money because mommy and daddy let you fall back on them. Excuse me while I fret over how I’m going to try to find an entry level position in WHAT I LOVE TO DO when I can’t afford to do anything this comic says, or get an internship, or work for fucking free.
I hate that all of the commentary on this is so true. It just makes me sad because I want more than anything to make a living from art but I’m slowly learning that that’s not gonna happen for me.
At first glance, it means well. Then after you read it, study it, and then see what other people have to say about it, this comic makes me incredibly ill.
if you catch me on the street listening to my ipod and i do a swift head turn i’m probably in the middle of filming my imaginary music video. do not disturb.
I have found my people.
who else like closes their eyes during a buildup and then pops them open when the chorus or w/e starts as if like the video’s starting or there’s a swift transition like nope i dont have a weird tic i’m just making a music video
youre all my soulmates
THIS IS THE FUCKING PHONE THAT I LOST IN DECEMBER.
AFTER THE SNOW MELTED, I FOUND IT THIS MORNING FROZEN IN THE ICE.
HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET OUT THERE.
but does it work