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Streamed on Twitch!!

mmmore weekly stream doodles.

top: how henry met dianne (@lickupmycakespills this is Your Fault :’D). tl;dr he was on lunch break and started drawing the lady sitting at the counter and she came over to see what he was doing. they talk for a while and end up as friends. Also I meant to draw her with one kind of hat but it ended up as another, rip. always use refs, kids.

bottom: i was updating stuff on my ask blog and I noticed I used to draw Bendy’s eyes… way bigger. then I said this outloud to myself. then I drew it.

the last thing I did on-stream was an ask response, here’s Sammy and Susie’s twins.

Please don’t tag as kin/me - Please don’t repost to other websites - Please don’t dub - Please don’t remove caption - Reblogs appreciated! <3 ✮

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I always used to tell my cadets, you know, all the time…sometimes it’s harder to be a slob than to be neat and tidy and clean.

The famously improvised conversation between Lt Columbo and Col Rumford, which builds up to Rumford’s confession not of his factual guilt, but of an impossible dream of innocence (“I got roses…white roses”), is a remarkable study in the dismantling of that very fantasy, and the deconstruction of a personality fatally dependent on control: of his external environment as much as his own innermost anxieties. 

In the privacy of his office, with only the Lieutenant for an audience - whose companionship he is actively seeking, even beyond the common bond of professional ethics (“I suppose you could call that a uniform”) - the Colonel’s sense of security is satisfied. For one brief, albeit crucial, moment his insecurities are exposed, and what would have been a stern lecture in the ears of his cadets, on manly discipline, and the “ease” of being neat and tidy and clean, becomes instead a poignant admission of personal inadequacy. 

It is not the apparent lack of discipline among the student population that will precipitate Rumford’s demise - illegal cider fermentation and off-campus relationships notwithstanding: the Colonel’s costliest battle is the one he is fighting against himself, against his own inability to live without the rules and regulations that define his existence. It remains for Rumford to reach the final conclusion: that he has already lost that existential battle.

Ok so on my way to get lunch i passed someone who was listening to a podcast or something in his car with the windows down where a guy said something along the lines of “any P.C. is bad, i don’t call it ‘policial correctness’ i call it 'PUSSY CULTURE’ and it’s for FAGGOTS” and then i looked at the car in front of me (a different car!) and it had a bumper sticker of an iron cross with a confederate flag background.
I’d say i need to move but like, nowhere feels safe

colored some doodles of act 1 veronica <3 

Ok but I’ve been binge watching the Narnia movies again, after not having seen them for a long ass time, and now, being a little older and (hopefully) a little more mature than I was when I first saw them, I always feel physically sick when I see the Pevensies being children after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because they just aren’t anymore and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, to grow up as kings and queens, respected and important, and full of duty, only to go back to being 8 years old (in Lucy’s case).

They didn’t remember England, or the wardrobe, or their old lives, they were Narnians and they were pushed back, not only into a world that was bound to make them miserable, but also into bodies that couldn’t reflect what they’d been through.

Just imagine Peter, waking up in the morning, not remembering that he isn’t the Magnificent anymore, imagine him subconsciously reaching for something to trim his beard, only to remember that it isn’t there anymore, to expect old battle wounds to hurt until he realises that they can’t because he doesn’t have them.

Or Edmund, who left England a stubborn selfish little boy who only wanted his mummy back, and came back the Just, the redeemed traitor, the diplomat, the man, having to resort to being ten years old and probably not even allowed to peek at a newspaper because he’s just a child after all. He plays chess, incredibly well, he doesn’t mock his siblings anymore and all the friends he knew when he was still a boy are either irritated at his behaviour or too childish, too selfish for somebody who knows very well just what selfishness can do, who has a part of the White Witch in him, always.

Susan forgets, we all know that. She must’ve lain awake at night, remembering just what it felt like to cover pain and viciousness and gore with a smile and a blush, remembering being the Gentle, but never in war. She must’ve cried for all the lost years, for all that she learnt and that she can never forget, for all that she has accomplished, that will bring her nothing in this world that doesn’t feel like hers. So she sits down in front of a mirror, talks herself out of believing, telling herself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a dream, that this Narnia her siblings talk about is nothing but a game.
The truth is too terrifying, to devastating to face.

Lucy, little Lucy, who grew up under Mr Tumnus’ smiles and Aslan’s approving gaze, who was loved by all, who did learn how to rule, how to negotiate but who never forgot just what it means to be a queen of Narnia, this girl who matured into a woman, who had a woman’s mind and body and a queen’s grace, she who they called the Valiant, the lion’s daughter, she shrank into herself, into a child, younger than even her siblings. She remembers, clearest of them all, she is the only one who still knows Mr Tumnus’ face, still knows Aslan, but she is just a girl, a pretty little thing who will never be the queen she was, who will never be the woman she was because queenship forms a person in ways no schools can.

They must’ve been devastated when they tumbled to the floor, short and small, and there’s a war they have no control over and Lucy is small, Edmund is skinny, so skinny and Peter and Susan have lost their glow and they’ve changed, they’ve changed so much. (The first time, somebody calls them by just their names, they feel invalidated and small. And offended. They’re kings and queens, they’ve earned their titles and now they have to sit in a dim room filled with children and listen to teachers, have to allow themselves to be insignificant and nothing more than what they were when Lucy first stepped into Narnia - frightened children in the middle of a war they wish was never there in the first place)

Happy birthday Zen!
Here’s my April Fools’ prank. I promised something spicy but you get fluff instead. I hope you’re not making a sad face. I’m smiling (: 

me and @mehringguie have been playing nitw together (and by together i mean i’ve been watching her play through “top notch quality skype calls”) so here r some “top notch quality doodles”

hI SCHool is coming for me and im transferring to a Very Expensive School and also i’m too lazy to do commissions so i’m making adoptables instead

INFO/RULES:

  • $33 each
  • no holds
  • i only accept paypal!!
  • do not resell these
  • first come first serve
  • send me an ask if interested!
  1. SOLD
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  3. SOLD
  4. OPEN
  5. SOLD

if you don’t wanna buy these you can also just donate to my paypal(jremonde2000@yahoo.com) or reblog this i’d deeply appreciate it <3

thanks for reading have a nice day!!

anonymous asked:

Sorry, I want to follow you but I'm a bit worried. You're not an anti, right? I'm a shaladin shipper so I wouldn't like to mistakenly follow an anti, even if they draw really pretty art (antis are scary, and mean)

I’m not quite sure what characters are all involved in the shaladin ship, but you are completely safe here. (And I’m a bit shocked that you think I’m maybe an anti, since I can’t remember that I said something against any ship.) I just stick to one ship per character and would call myself a “single”-shipper (not sure if I made it up or it is actually a term xD) but I would say it’s the counterpart to a multi-shipper!! 

I’ve made a little guide with my lovely voltron babies ~ ♥ 

Well since I’m not a multi-shipper I could be wrong but I think it is somehow like that ^^. It doesn’t mean they love all ships, they see more ships than just one or two.