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Edit:Yesterday Caramela Creation deleted my art from her shop, don't know about other people's art, but mine got out.

Also, she says she bought it from someone who said it was for commercial use. Aw, c'mon! It is fan art, ridiculously obvious fan art, it is supposed for not profit, not even my profit as the original artist.

In other news, I think I'll begin using a watermark.

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(This made much more sense in my head. Well, I'm a fucking mess and I think 80% of the day in Spanish)

I thought it would be funny to make an inverse image search of this. It wasn't. I found an art thief.

Here's Caramela Creations' shop, it is paginated, so you have to get to the second page (or sometimes 8. It's a weir web page) and you'll find she's selling cases of my Doctor Who's 50th Anniversary pic. And  I suspect she's stealing from other artist too.

I hope she takes it away from her shop soon.

I also found the Official BBC America Doctor Who Tumblr rebloged the same pic, I mean, fucking yippe, don't I? Well, nope; they didn't gave me proper credit because the original poster didn't take the time to search who drew the pic, they already erased the original pic (just when I asked them to give me proper credit, wtf, lordsoflore?! I just asked you for proper credit, not to delete the post, you silly bugger), but the Official BBC America Doctor Who Tumblr didn't do anything, they didn't take the time to search from the source too, and they ask their followers to do it. WTF, Official BBC America Doctor Who Tumblr?!

Silliest thing, the post has 13,067 notes, my original post on my Tumblr has (drum roll) 29 notes.

C'mon, people! Don't be a dick?

(I posted this last week on my Tumblr -did you know I have a Tumblr? Just asking- and then I thought it belongs here)

Next month, I'm going to be 30 and I thought it was about time to send a letter to my 15-year-old self.

Dear 15-year-old self,

I know you like to say you don't understand a single word of English, but we both know that's bullshit; so try to focus for five minutes and read, this is important.

Stop trying so hard with people at school, really, they don't deserve any of the attention they're getting from you. It's time to stop feeling bad about those ass holes.
School is not that bad, except for your school mates, religion class and the mandatory church on Wednesday.
Read. I know the stuff that bloody Spanish teacher makes you read is awful, but please, keep reading.
Don't you dare to feel embarrassed about the things you like, embrace your weirdness.
Keep running away from that psychologist, she's from the fucking Opus Dei and they're fucking scary.
People say being introverted is bad, don't believe them. I'm still trying to deal with it but… it's not that bad, y'know?
Don't trust people blindly and, please, try to speak your mind; I know it's hard but sometimes is very necessary, it could save you a lot of problems.
Stay strong, you're an atheist, you know that and you don't need no stinky defence; science is fucking amazing.
Maybe you should begin to plan for the future, you need to decide what you want to do with your life and so maybe our 45 year old future self won't have to write us about it in 15 years.
Keep drawing, stay silly, don't over-think stuff, focus and stop being lazy.

Cheers,

-Your (almost) 30-year-old self.

(Or something like that)

Kind of a rant-y journal, I'm sorry (Also sorry for the classic English is not my first language stuff)

Last Friday, I had a job interview. At least I thought it was going to be a job interview. The guy called everyone who answered the ad; at 3 pm we were 12 and he was waiting more people.

O-kay. My brain started shouting me "I have a bad feeling about this!".

First thing he told us "I don't care about your portfolios, I just want to see how do you do in the proof I'll send you by e-mail". Wait, what? Why in the Middle-Earth you don't want to see/care about  our work? You know you're being fucking rude, don't you?

My brain: Told ya.

The guy wanted us to design a cover art with someone else's artwork, an awful sketch we had to trace; another cover art with our style keeping the eyes of the character someone already drew and to illustrate the fable of The Ant and the Grasshopper.

My brain: Brilliant, he want you to imitate someone else's style. Well, kind of. That thing with the eyes gave me the clue. Ask him if he wants an sketch or a complete illustration.

I asked him. Yes, he wanted the complete illustration and them he'll choose who will work in the project.

My brain: This is very bad, this is fucking spec work!

Dammit, Brain, you're right.

Needless to say, I'm not going to do the test; I do need the job but I'm not an idiot. These people are not professionals and I don't want to waste my time. It was very discouraging.

Anyway! Time to wish a very happy birthday to my friend and happy New Gondorian Year to the people of Middle-Earth.

As usual, thank you for all the comments and the favourites and the watchs, I wish I was better at answering them but... I'm not.

I just posted the letter Z of my Monty Python alphabet, thus both my alphabets are finished.
I hope I can post a pdf of each one next week.

Thanks for all the favs, the comments and the watches!

Also, happy new year!

(Silliest journal update ever? Probably)

(Bear with me, I'm awful writing journals)

So I'm finally succeeding! Thanks for the weird glitch on the popular page, Deviantart.

Also, thank you for all the comments (nice, wtf, not so nice), the llamas, the watches, the favourites; you're an amazing bunch. I'm sorry if I don't answer each one of you individually, but I'm  dreadful with words.

Once again, thank you all!