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Thank you all who did this tiny challenge :) It was pretty impromptu and rough so I appreciate you guys participating! I love all of these! Here is the credit for each artist in order:

1) Quasi Comics

2) kerma

3) Brandon Bradshaw

4) Tristan

5) kilos-lavoid


Click on the names to go see more of their stuff!

Something I noticed is that the comic frames I provided was actually smaller than I intended. If I do this again in the future I’ll buff out all the rough spots like that and probably provide you guys with a little more time. Like I said I’ll be back to making my comics next week when things are less hectic. Thanks again to all the comic artists that helped me out by making these :) you rock! See you next week.

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BTS of season 4:

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Zojja: “I trust you know what’s behind me.”
Ryder: “What’s the meaning of this?”
Zojja: “I would like you to be my guest at an very important ceremony. Since you are reluctant to provide us with the locations of the rebel bases, I have chosen to test a new weapon on Algerion.”
Ryder: “W-what?”
Zojja: “I’m giving you one last chance, human. The locations of the bases and this party will end here.”

Exo watched as panic and terror filled the human’s eyes. For a moment she was sure he was going to give in and share the damned locations, but then…icy rage covered his features. He almost looked frightening.

Ryder: Fuck you.”

He spat on her dress. He was aiming for the face but she was faster. Ryder knew the code, he knew the rules. He couldn’t give the locations to her, even if he wanted to. Thankfully most of the humans had left Algerion after discovering a new planet much more suitable for living. But he knew there were still people out there, and he was going to…No. He could lie to her, come up with a system. Maybe she’d believe him, maybe,-

Zojja: “Don’t even bother coming up with a false location. I can see right through you.”
Ryder: “I…”
Zojja: “Very well. Continue with the operation, you may fire when ready.”
Ryder: NO!”

Hopes for season 4:
-Tristan’s recovery storyline
-Maya working on her depression because I officially love her. She deserves so much love for this season
-Miles to stop treating Tristan like he’s not “normal” because his condition
-Tackling Biphobia Storyline
-A steamy Triles sex scene
-Tristan talking for a whole episode (I miss his voice)
-Zaya getting together when Maya is in a better place mentally and physically
-Gracevas being endgame (Platonically of course) friends can be endgame, right?
-Tristan and Maya somehow graduate
-Tristan to comfort Maya over Cam when his pic is shown during graduation then Zig hugs them both a group hug between the three
-Zaya and Triles being endgame
-Zoe being super adorable and in love
-Miles proposing to Tristan
-A spinoff for Triles, Zaya and Gracevas and adulthood

anonymous asked:

I noticed you post classical songs sometimes and I wondered what are some of your all time favorites? :)

Hi. Thanks for this question—

Claude Debussy - La fille aux cheveux de lin
Henryk Gorecki - Symphony No. 3
Allegri - Miserere mei, Deus
Richard Einhorn - Pater Noster
Richard Einhorn - Torture
La Monte Young - The Well Tuned Piano
Igor Stravinsky - The Rite of Spring  
Erik Satie - Gymnopédies & Gnossiennes
Arnold Schoenberg - Verklärte Nacht, Op.4
Richard Wagner - Tristan und Isolde
Arvo Pärt - The Beatitudes
Arvo Pärt - Magnificat
Arvo Pärt - Summa for Strings
Arvo Pärt - Silentium
Worrytrain - White Phosphorus Angels
Worrytrain - For Auschwitz
Ludwig van Beethoven - 7th Symphony, 2nd movement
Zbigniew Preisner - Van den Budenmayer
Morton Feldman - Rothko Chapel
John Tavener - Funeral Canticle
John Tavener - Mother and Child
John Tavener - Fragments of a Prayer 
Frederic Chopin - Complete Nocturnes
Franz Liszt - Liebestraum No 3 in A flat
György Ligeti - Atmospheres
Sergei Rachmaninoff - Piano Concerto No. 2
Sergei Rachmaninoff - Isle of the Dead
Hildegard von Bingen - O Vis Aeterniatis
Philip Glass - Glassworks
Max Richter - Sarajevo
Max Richter - November
Max Richter - Lines on a Page (One Hundred Violins)

Inside The Faction

“Mummy and Baba say me can’t go ‘side the faction. I’m sad ‘cuz I wanna go see Texas ‘cuz Baba talks ‘bout Texas lots, and he says is really, really, really, really far away!” Kristan sighed and leapt on top of a pine cone, crushing it under her little feet. “I wish there were more kids to play wit’.”

i want a cute lil angel princess sugar plum fairy meets neighbourhood bad boy who spends 99% of his time being bitter n angry whilst partying and wrecking things that aren’t his to wreck n they meet at her first ever house party that was supposed to be a small gathering for her 17th/18th or wHatever n it ends up getting crashed by him and his arrogant asshole friends but he sees her drunk and crying in the bathroom because shes scared her parents will flip out over the state her house is in n he usually doesnt care but oh my god she’s so cute and she doesn’t deserve this so he kicks everyone out and offers to stay and help clean up but then he drunkenly crashes in her bed with her n maybe somethin happens or maybe not but somethin defintiely happens down the line cuz he put his bad boy rep on the line by breaking off a super cool party for the crying damsel in distress au

Illuminati New Year’s Eve party. The gigantic, ceiling-mounted clockwork eye-and-pyramid is actually a thing from a dream. The rest, apparently, was an elaborate torture method foisted upon me by my muse. (Translation: this was a pain in the ass and took forever. But! I like it.)

Done in marker, as usual, with a few little touches of white gel pen here and there.

The Synapses of Self (4)

“I’m sorry,” Tristan says again, just at Alex’s elbow. “I told you I didn’t know what I was getting.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you to do anything,” Alex snaps, hunching his shoulders as if to chase away the distraction of bright hair in his periphery. “It was too much to hope that I would have swapped memories with someone actually useful, I guess.”

“You gave me a bunch of vague descriptions!” Tristan protests. “What was I supposed to do with that? I’ve never touched any of this stuff before.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t even bought a VR toy,” Alex says, glancing at the flickering hologram displays at the streetside shops before dismissing them as overpriced, or overengineered, or otherwise not the right option for what they need. “There’s a fundamental difference between plugging two people into a separate shared program and hooking them up to directly to each other. Do you know anything about technology, or do you just buy whatever shit you need ready-made in the custom shops?”

Tristan’s laugh is sharp at the edges, more raw than actually amused; when Alex glances up from the tangle of his loosening hair Tristan’s not looking at him, is watching the street in front of them instead of trying to make eye contact. His mouth is set into a smile without any humor under it; it makes him look older again, grants him that strange maturity he seems to collect whenever his mouth hasn’t gone unconsciously soft.

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Happy 4 Years of The Vamps!

Though I’ve only been apart of half, I wish to see & be apart of the many more years to come! So proud of all they’ve achieved 😊

Thanks to these four guys for bringing so much happiness, positivity, love & support in my life! As well as amazing memories and wonderful friendships, being able to be myself and express myself creatively 😊 AND being apart of a lovely, unforgettable experience!

The Vamps, THANK YOU ❤ Hope to see you soon! (and to actually be apart of your tour when you come back to Canada & to be in my city when you return, or even my country for that matter 😂) I don’t want to miss out on meeting you guys again!

triles this season

tristan: you are dog poop
miles:
tristan: ???
miles: sorry, i was staring at your lips. did i tell you i play for all teams? also, i’m not over you.

miles: now i’m over you!
tristan: well, me too! i’m going to date the younger version of me because i’m an idiot!
miles: cool! i’m going to have a bizarre relationship with the female more interrupted version of me because i hate myself! also, we both are going to destroy you!
miles: *wink*

miles: i’m going to boarding school
tristan: sure, jan
miles: i’ll never see you again, so i must give you a lame excuse for an apology.
tristan: apology? for what?
miles: are u 4 real?
tristan:
miles: *heart eyes*