I love boxing

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Luckly today wasn’t so long
Have some pen doodles
if you need me ill be eating chicken nuggets

Btw you know how ppl are drawing like Poth and InkError as weeaboo anime titty chick’s or whatever


Be looking forward to something similar to that from me ;)))))))))
(Also sub to pyro he has no friends)

Honestly my favourite part of Dragon Age Inquisition is still that at one point you have to judge a literal dead duchess stuffed into a box, and one of the options is to sentence her to community service.
And the fact that you can then send the ‘duchess in a box’ on a tour to strike fear into the hearts of those who oppose you. 

negativenox  asked:

Zel@Lafayette: "Hey, um... sir? I'm sorry to hear about the way you're treated because of the way you look. No one's worth should be measured by their appearance in any way." He fidgeted nervously. "I must ask you, though- why do you have an issue with the peaceful nature of the others here? Did it cause some kind of problem in the past?" Fearing Lafayette's temper, he drew back, hoping he did not worsen it.

  @negativenox


    “Peaceful nature is the same thing that ended the Eastern Crestland!” Lafayette snapped rather harshly, turning his head towards the shrinking form that had asked such a question. After a moment the Sceptile exhaled heavily, shoulders sagging and expression softening a bit as his gaze drifted over Zel’s face. After a moment Lafayette turned his head away, casting his eyes out to the lulling ocean off the ledge of the mountain 

    “There used to be four Crestlands. North, South, East and West. The lands ruled under different thumbs; the Northern and Eastern Crests were the most peaceful and open, allowing other Crestlanders to reside within their villages and temples as long as they agreed to keep peace.

    “Peace is a foolish hope made by foolish Pokemon.” the Grass Type spat. “And the Eastern Crestland learned that the hard way. They were all killed, their entire land wiped out and left as nothing more than a rubble wasteland, a reminder to the Northerners of what will happen to them sooner or later.

    The edges of Laffy’s mouth twitched and he spun the leaf in his mouth by its stem. He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply, chest compacting a bit before the Grass Type let his eyelids flutter back open.

    “Primrose is so much like her adopted father. Kind, open hearted, merciful… and dense.” the Gecko snapped his mouth shut. “She’s blind to the fact that not everyone can be saved, and she’s going to get herself killed because of it. Turning a blind eye to obvious signs, trying to let a merciless pile of scum redeem himself after killing countless Pokemon, including two of her family members.” Lafayette shook his head with a growl ebbing in his throat, brows furrowing a bit.

    “Peace is going to get her killed just like the rest of her family, and I may not be there to stop it just like the last time…

A peek inside my middle school X-Files scrapbook...

So, I’ve tried to think of something meaningful that I could get the XF cast to sign at Wizard World this weekend, and I started thinking a lot about my childhood X-Files Scrapbook.

After a few days of hunting (where I found a lot of other cool stuff from the 90s), I found my beloved scrapbook deep in my storage unit. I took a peek inside, and it’s just this incredible confluence of XF fandom + puberty. 

Some highlights…

Yes, that’s right, before we kept “receipts” on Tumblr, we were scrapbooking them. Please note the fuzzy dog stickers holding everything together because I am dying.

Weekly TV Guide advertisements that I definitely got off some website and printed off of my IBM Aptiva. This was for The Rain King. Note that I am the woman in love. I, a 12 year old, am Fox Mulder’s greatest peril.

I found this Tofutti Fruitti promo in some women’s magazine, cut it out, and made the connection. FBI Agent in training over here.

At my school we were “forced” to make covers for our textbooks. We had free creative reign as long as it wasn’t “offensive”. This is but one of my textbook covers. I think it’s the nicest one. Note the shippiness and the pre-Gillovny era Gillovny photos.

I definitely printed the shippy quote from Haven’s collection of shippy quotes. For sure.

This was a health class assignment on puberty. I think from grades 6-8 I managed to work The X-Files into every. single. school. assignment. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m the only one who is obsessed with X-Files.” Which was kinda true of my peer group at the time.

Cover page for my home ec assignment. You know, I think I was a better writer and creative as a child, even though I still work in a creative industry today/have a fucking masters degree.

A friend left this in my mailbox when she came by to hang out and I wasn’t there. My friends really knew how to fuck with me.

Ok, but look at this (PRINTED!!) online poll. How the fuck could they split up the shippers like that? I demand a recount.

I found these photos in a fashion magazine and was inspired. Again, I was a better writer/creative as a child. This is fucking hilarious.

Above, a school assignment where we had to make a totem pole of our interests/dreams. This is the kind of cultural appropriation they wouldn’t allow in Canadian schools today. Can you spot the Emmy and the Golden Globe?

Hope you enjoyed this lil trip down memory lane. Oh, and if you’re at Wizard World this weekend, say hi! I’ll be lugging this monstrosity around and you’re welcome to check it out in person.

thE STAR WARS AU IN WHICH ALL THE LIGHTSABERS WERE REPLACED WITH H U L A H OO P LI G H TSAB E RS, inVENTED BY AN IN CREDIB L E ANON IN MY ASK BOX I LOVE YOU FRIEND TH A N K YOU FOR TH I S

natroze  asked:

Dark Becky show me the dank bokuoi

CRACKS KNUCKLES

who confessed first: THEY DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE DATING. or, rather, they knew they were together and they knew they called each other babe and they knew they kissed a lot and slept together and murmured to each other late at night about how much they loved each other, but there was no grand confession scene, no formal Sign The Boyfriend Contract type of thing unless you count that one time they’d been sleeping in the same bed for almost a year and Bokuto was like “oh wait babe we should probably change our relationship statuses on facebook shouldn’t we”. because in the long run, what matters to them is that they love each other and they both know it, that’s all

what does their home look like: once they made it to pro salaries they splurged on a big penthouse apartment with huge windows out over the city. when they first decorated it they went to whatever stores they liked and paid no attention to theme, so there’s bamboo rocking chairs on the balcony, colorful beanbags in the living room, an eye-searing neon couch from the 1970s they picked up for free off the side of the road. also: dead potted plants that they accidentally killed, volleyball shit thrown everywhere, a fancy medals/trophies case they meant to organize but kept forgetting so everything’s kinda just in a haphazard pile on the bottom shelf of the thing. neither of them can sing for shit but they put on catchy bubblegum pop and sing along anyways and dance around the kitchen island together. it’s always full of light and music.

their mini mixtape: bad day (daniel powter), bubbly (colbie callait), morning glow (from pippin)

what happens on date night: there’s a 99% chance that they’ll either a) plan the date to be just volleyballing in the first place, b) ditch their original plan to go to the gym and play volleyball, or c) pass a public volleyball court at some point and pull over to the park to practice together. mostly because they’re both pretty one-track in their interests, but also because bokuto in a fancy restaurant/museum is a bull in a china shop and oikawa doesn’t really care as long as they’re spending time together. when they do manage to pull off a real date, they tend to try a lot of new and different things together, not necessarily because they’re interested in the activities themselves but because bokuto is interested in novelty and oikawa adores following him around and enabling him when bokuto gets excited about stuff

what are their shopping trips like: I WAS TALKING TO AMBER ABOUT THIS A WHILE AGO AND WE DECIDED THAT THEY’RE PROBABLY THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO GO TO THE STORE LIKE “SURE LETS GET SOME FUCKIN GROCERIES” AND THEN THEY COME HOME WITH A BUNCH OF EXPENSIVE SPICES FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND SIX BOXES OF LUCKY CHARMS neither of them has any idea how to cook they mostly live off takeout and microwaveable shit and the occasional nights when kuroo just can’t let them live like this anymore and he comes over and makes them real food while they happily watch TV

trivial fact about them: oh man i’ve already done a lot of these but here’s one: they have a shared passion for fucking ridiculous t-shirts, bokuto wears all the cheesy volleyball shirts he found on cafepress and zazzle, oikawa wears those weird engrish ones (im still hung up on “I’M SO FUCKING FUTURE”) and ratty old alien shirts like I WANT TO BELIEVE and BEAM ME UP

also: bokuto tries to stay up with oikawa to keep him company when he’s pulling all-nighters but bokuto usually goes to bed pretty early so he conks out with his head in oikawa’s lap at like 10pm but it still works in some ways because oikawa plays with his hair all night and doesn’t hit that 3am existential crisis caffeine crash bc bokuto’s presence keeps him calm

also: every post about how powerful hufflepuff/slytherin relationships are is about them (look) (lo OK) (LOOK)

oh no i’m making myself emotional again

send me a ship!

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“Forgot about my new toys”

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more photos of me as Holtzmann! aka the most confident i’ve ever been. god bless this costume & all the girls i ended up flustering.

thank-jean-bo  asked:

BoKUAKA?? MAYB

HELL YES

who confessed first: bokuto does, way too early. as in, second-week-of-akaashi’s-first-year early. bokuto is convinced that he’s in Love, that this is It, this is Fate, this is Destiny, they’re going to get a Disney movie ending and sail off into the sunset with Ocean Man playing over the credits. (konoha points out that he’s known this kid for two weeks. bokuto doesn’t listen and confesses to akaashi behind the gym before practice.)

akaashi is so surprised he says no without even stopping to think about it. bokuto is heartbroken. the following few practices are incredibly awkward, particularly for akaashi who has spent his entire life blending in and would very much like for the upperclassmen to stop looking at him like that. finally he corners bokuto to the tune of “look, I know you’re upset, but we’re on the same team, can’t we at least clear the air and start working together before it affects us on the court?” and bokuto sniffles a little but he agrees. akaashi breathes a sigh of relief. at least that whole ordeal is over.

he learns to love bokuto without even realizing it. there are certain things. the goosebumps he gets when bokuto spikes, because even as a second-year bokuto is a beast. his ridiculous jokes that don’t even make any sense but that are delivered with such enthusiasm that akaashi can’t help but snicker a little in response. bokuto’s big laughing grin next to akaashi’s small happy smile. watching bokuto noisily teach first-years how to receive and spike and serve, watching how their eyes light up like his do when they realize how purely he loves the sport. the first time akaashi teases bokuto about something, bokuto is bowled over with shock and betrayal; he only realizes akaashi’s kidding when akaashi starts laughing at him. (when bokuto hears it, something warm and gentle flashes through his eyes, but just for an instant. akaashi wipes his eyes and, for the first time, finds himself remembering two weeks into his first year and wondering if, maybe.)

it’s midway through akaashi’s second year when he confesses back. and bokuto says yes, of course bokuto says yes. there was never really anyone else.

what does their home look like: it’s small. it’s cramped. before bokuto makes it pro, they don’t have much. here is a list of things they do have: 1) a window out over tokyo, where, if they time it just right, they can catch a glimpse of the sunset. 2) a very old radio on one of the kitchen shelves, so they can dance to staticy rock-and-roll while they make dinner. 3) a lap-desk leaning up against akaashi’s side of the bed, so bokuto can bring him breakfast in bed on days when he’s feeling particularly affectionate (every day). 4) a couple of extra chairs, for visits from kuroo, tsukishima, kenma, hinata, konoha, komi, yukie, washio, sarukui. 5) the medals from the first tournament they ever won together, the one that will always matter most to them.

their mini mixtape: photograph (ed sheeran), ignition (r kelly), i’ll cover you and the reprise (from rent)

what happens on date night: they don’t have much money (akaashi’s tuition, their rent, Bokuto’s endless stomach) and they don’t have much time (classes, volleyball practice, fixing the shit that breaks down in their apartment). but it’s so, so, so important to bokuto that he be able to take akaashi on nice dates because akaashi is the world to him and he worries constantly about whether akaashi knows. akaashi pretends he doesn’t notice bokuto collecting spare change in a jar and putting water in the nearly-empty soap containers and washing his toothbrush in the dishwasher and anything to save money to bring akaashi to a goddamn nice restaurant for one night

bokuto made the reservation at a steak house

akaashi has been a vegetarian since he was fifteen

bokuto is about to fly into a horrified fit of self-flagellation but akaashi shushes him with enough force that he listens. and they go sit on the curb, and akaashi quietly explains some very important things to bokuto. and bokuto cries a little bit on his shoulder and then they go to mcdonald’s and go home and watch bad movies and fall asleep together on the couch and no, it’s not much but akaashi thinks when he wakes up the next morning and bokuto looks like a young godling asleep next to him that it’s what he might call just right.

what are their shopping trips like: they get to the grocery store pretty late at night, because they always manage to get held up. there’s nobody else there but one tired cashier. they kiss in the frozen foods aisle, yes, but they find lots of other ways to touch too: bokuto’s fingers twisted around the hem of akaashi’s sweater, akaashi’s fingers trailing up the inside of bokuto’s wrist, bokuto’s chin propped on akaashi’s shoulder as they look at produce, akaashi’s pinky linked with bokuto’s as they search for the protein shakes.

trivial fact about them: when akaashi becomes captain, the gym just feels so quiet. he tries to blast music to make up for it but it ends up just kind of. echoing-

during the first few weeks of the year, the new first-years are all a little confused, because yes, the captain is smart and a fantastic setter and good at things like strategy and diplomacy and smoothing tensions and helping certain players step back and others step up when they need to, but he isn’t…quite as energetic as the other captains they’ve had or known? and onaga, who has watched akaashi withdraw, explains to them about bokuto and how he really brought something out of akaashi-

because akaashi came from a strict, quiet household, and in middle school he liked volleyball fine but he was reserved, reticent, never passionate. bokuto was the one who opened up this new world for him where it was not just allowed but amazing to throw your whole heart and soul into something. everyone was always talking about how bokuto was a certified mess without akaashi, but nobody ever quite noticed how akaashi was very quietly and helplessly a mess without bokuto too. akaashi never told anyone, but that moment for bokuto was that moment for him too-

he shakes it off, sure. because his team needs him. and because he’s learned enough from bokuto that he doesn’t need to lean on his presence to be self-sufficient. but he’s never quite as animated as he was when bokuto was there, he never smirks on a particularly good set anymore, it’s all these little things that nobody really notices because akaashi keeps it together, it’s just what he does, he’d do anything in his power to conceal that he misses bokuto desperately-

oh that wasn’t trivial. oops

send me a ship!

The Power of Mabel

Day 5: Missed Moments

I will forever mourn the fact that we never got to have a boxing episode wherein Stan teaches Mabel how to box (I’d like to imagine the episode would be titled either “Raging Ma-Bull” or “Million Dollar Mabel”. Can’t quite decide…)

Not sure what the plot would be but here are some general ideas for a plot: 

  • It’s time for the Gravity Falls’ Semi-Annual Children’s boxing match (for charity purposes, of course)! Stan used to enter Soos into the boxing match to give the Shack some free publicity but 1) Soos no longer legally qualifies as a kid and 2) ever since Soos saw “The Karate Dude”, he’s lost a bit of interest in boxing (he hopes to get his brown belt next fall!)
  • Looking for a replacement, Stan decides to train Mabel in the basics of boxing. After all, he saw her in action against the zombies and knows she can handle herself in a fight.
  • All Mabel knows about boxing comes from the movie Stony IV staring the Norse Horse himself, Stony van Bobkinson (Mabel only originally watched it because that Russian boxer was quite the looker and it had a cute robot friend!) So her understanding of boxing is limited to “a 3-minute inspirational montage will make me the best in my sport and also stop communism!”
  • Stan comes up with a plan, though. If he lugs around a big boombox and follows Mabel, then she’ll stay motivated and be an expert in no time. So for the next week, no matter where they go or what they’re doing (training, eating at a diner, scrapbooking current events), Stan and Mabel hang out together with inspirational eighties songs in the background.

And I have no idea where the plot goes from there; I just really wanted to see Mabel and her Grunkle Stan bond over boxing and goofy dated sports movie from the 80’s!

danisnotonafire  asked:

Hey I just stalked your art tag and I was wondering what tablet you used?

I use a wacom intuos pro (medium size)!