and if you're nice to me from here on out

anonymous asked:

From one artist to another, if you're upset your art is being redistributed online you're really going to hate making fan art of pretty much anything. The nature of the Internet and fadoms. It's a sign people enjoyed your work. Start autographing it.

I get you’re trying to be nice here, but let me make something painfully clear here: REPOSTING IS ART THEFT 

The internet and “fandoms” aren’t made up of some black hole that’s just out to steal and repost art, it’s made up of people. People who make conscious choices to violate artists wishes and repost their art even when they ask not to. People who see art and think “I’m going to repost this because I enjoy it and I’m totally helping the artist by showing off their work” You are not helping the artist, you are stealing from them and hurting them.

You’re hurting other people finding out about them because they see art without sources or credit and they have no idea who drew the original art. It hurts the artist ever wanting to share their art because of the fear of their art being stolen. It’s not flattering to have your work stolen and used/modified without the consent of the artist. Even if you do credit the artist, reposting without the artist’s permission is disrespectful and still art theft. Credit doesn’t always equal consent.

If you honestly enjoy artwork that you see, you can help the artist by rebloging their work and letting them know in comments and such. NOT by redistributing their art. So please, do not re-distribute, re-post, trace, or otherwise use any artists art work in any way without their consent.  

In Memory of Carrie Fisher: Princess Leia Roleplaying Sentence Starters
  • "Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking, Nerf-herder!"
  • " Captain, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited."
  • " I'd just as soon kiss a Wookiee."
  • "I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain."
  • "Well, I guess you don't know everything about women yet."
  • "I hope you know what you're doing."
  • "You don't have to do this to impress me."
  • "Would it help if I got out and pushed?"
  • "I happen to like nice men."
  • " Stop that. My hands are dirty."
  • " I am not a committee!"
  • " I thought you knew this person."
  • " I have a bad feeling about this."
  • " We're going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer."
  • "Some day you're gonna be wrong, I just hope I'm there to see it."
  • "You certainly have a way with people..."
  • "I don't know who you are or where you came from, but from now on you'll do as I tell you, okay?"
  • "Someone has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, fly boy."
  • "I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board."
  • "Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?"
  • " It's a wonder you're still alive."
  • "Will someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?"
  • "You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought."
  • "You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive."
  • "Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything. Or anybody."
  • "They let us go. It was the only reason for the ease of our escape."
  • "I knew there was more to you than money.
  • "Put that thing away, you're gonna get us all killed!"
  • "Looks like you've managed to cut off our only escape route."
  • "This is some rescue! You came in here, but didn't you have a plan for getting out?"
  • "You're a jittery little thing, aren't you?"
  • "Who have they found to pull that off?"
  • "You know, no matter how much we fought I've always hated watching you leave.
  • "You think I want to forget him? I want him back."
The Orchestra as Seen by an Oboist
  • Piccolo: neat but high
  • Flute: they look at me like I'm trash every time I talk to them it's weird.
  • Oboe: the best
  • English horn: beautiful. Pure. Needs more solos
  • E-flat clarinet: nice
  • B-flat clarinet: okay you need to calm down
  • Bass clarinet: cool. Needs to be in more classical music
  • Saxophone: what are you doing here we aren't playing Gershwin get out
  • Bassoon: grandfather you are wonderful and also need more solos
  • Contrabassoon: great-grandfather you are truly a great gift from the low woodwinds
  • Horn: scoring buddies!!!
  • Trumpet: nobody cares you're all just filler parts anyway
  • Trombone: we have literally nothing to do with each other but you're all cool
  • Tuba: neat
  • Percussion: are percussionists in any way related to rabbits why are there so many of them
  • Violins: a bunch of potted plants
  • Violas: okay love child of a cello and violin
  • Cello: calm down
  • Double bass: huh
This is the right version
  • Jim: Sebby, you're going to stay here, and guard the helicopter.
  • Sebastian: Okay, first let me say hello to Mycroft.
  • Jim: Don't you even think about it.
  • Sebastian: *shakes Mycroft's hand* It's so nice to finally meet. I have heard so much about you, it's almost like we're family. Jim and I are your biggest fans.
  • Jim: *facepalms himself*
  • Sebastian: Where is your brother though? Jimmy would love to have an autograph.
  • Jim: I can't take you anywhere. Stop making such a scene. Are you jealous?
  • Sebastian: After nearly deleting me from your mind, your own boyfriend, because of Sherlock...Use your brain for once, and figure it out if I'm jealous!
  • Mycroft: Nevermind. It's not that important. I'll find someone else for my sister. Bye.
  • Sebastian: Next time you accidentally deleted me worse things will happen.
  • Jim: *swallows* Okay, Tiger.
  • n: hey, me and leo are going out, the babysitter will be here soon so be nice
  • ravi: time out babysitter, what the hell do you mean.
  • ken: yea i can watch everyone
  • ravi: ok this isnt the strongest argument we've ever made but trust us we can watch the house
  • n: i wanna house to come home to, you're getting a babysitter
Hangover = Trouble
  • Morning after Snotlout's big birthday party.
  • Astrid opens heavy eyes to find herself lying on the floor. Red, silver, blue, and black balloons floating around or against the ceiling. Empty red cups and cake leftovers filled every visible table or corner. Confetti strings scattered all around the floors and furniture.
  • Astrid's thoughts: The hell happened last night?
  • Hiccup: Mmmnnn...
  • Astrid's head turns to find Hiccup lying next to her. Shirtless.
  • Astrid: Hiccup?
  • Hiccup frowns and moans in discomfort as he slams a hand on his face and runs it back through his hair. Finally opens eyes, pushes himself up by the elbows and looks around.
  • Hiccup: Looks like a tornado took over.
  • Astrid: Why are you shirtless?
  • Hiccup: Why are you wearing my shirt?
  • Astrid: What?!
  • Astrid sits up and realizes she was wearing Hiccup's shirt. Peeking under it, she only saw her bra and jeans.
  • Astrid: Where is my blouse?!
  • Hiccup: Don't ask me, I can barely remember how we got here.
  • Ruffnut(groans from under the dining table): Would you two keep it down?
  • Tuffnut(growls from the kitchen floor): Ugh, I feel like someone stuck something up my ass. Can't feel my limbs.
  • Snotlout(giggles from the couch): Best. Party. Ever. Seriously we need to repeat this. Especially that game we played with the bottle, what was it? Spin the bottle? Yeah, that one.
  • Hiccup(gulps down whatever is in his stomach that wants to come back out): This is bad...
  • Fishlegs(coming down from the stairs. Sober): Very. You all need a cold shower and lots of broth to clear up your thoughts.
  • Hiccup(points at him): You look like you remember every detail. Speak up.
  • Astrid: Please tell me Hiccup and I didn't.......you know.
  • Fishlegs: Didn't what?
  • Hiccup: Didn't do.....
  • Fishlegs: Didn't do...?
  • Astrid: Arg, for Thor's sake tell us we didn't have sex at the party!!!
  • Everyone: ............
  • Fishlegs: You didn't.
  • Astrid and Hiccup sigh in relief at the same time.
  • Astrid: Then why am I wearing his shirt?
  • Fishlegs: You were upset because of something I'm not so quite sure of and drank excessively.
  • Hiccup: Ah, now I think I remember... You stained your blouse with vomit so I gave you mine.
  • Fishlegs: Exactly. Oh, and Astrid? Your dad's been calling you nonstop.
  • Astrid(troubled): Ugh, daddy's going to kill me...I'm out of here.
  • Hiccup: Wait, take me with you.
  • Astrid: First we have to get you a jacket or something. You're not going anywhere like that, Hiccup.
  • Hiccup: Where are you going to get a jacket from?
  • Astrid: Snotlout's closet.
  • Hiccup: Astrid, I'm fine. Really.
  • Astrid: Hiccup, it's cold outside.
  • Hiccup: But we're just ten minutes from my house.
  • Astrid: Not a chance.
  • After searching through Snotlout's closet for a nice jacket, Astrid went back down to meet Hiccup at the front porch and offered to slide the jacket up his arms.
  • Hiccup: Thank you, milady.

anonymous asked:

destiel based on this prompt?: “you started sitting by me at lunch because i’m alone at my table and have no friends, but you're really nice and try to get to know me and make me feel needed”

This is my first-ever foray into HighSchool!Destiel. Hope it turned out well!

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For most people, school falls into two categories: your glory years; life will never be better than this… Or your worst years; life can only get better from here. Dean Winchester seemingly fell into the category of the former. He was handsome, well-dressed, and popular. He always carried an air of mystery, and girls loved the way he took care of his little brother.

Castiel’s experience thus far wholly fell into the latter category. He was quiet and brooding. Many found him mysterious, but frightening for some reason. He kept to himself, his nose almost perpetually buried in a book. With that mess of dark hair, piercing blue eyes and chiseled jaw, he was attractive but being odd seemed to cancel out his looks.

Every day, Castiel sat alone with his book and his lunch as the rest of the student body went about their lives, seemingly unaware - or worse, uncaring - of Castiel’s existence. Everyone except Dean Winchester.

It was a clear, bright afternoon, warm in the early summer Illionis sun. But Dean still wore that oversized leather jacket atop his twelve inexplicable layers. It was that jacket that pulled Castiel’s attention away from his book as it fell to the table in front of him with an unceremonious thud. When Castiel looked up, he was met by a bright, charming smile, and the greenest eyes he had ever seen. “Hey. I’m Dean.”

Castiel closed his book, watching as Dean sat down beside him. He glanced around, taking mental note of just how many eyes were on them. He forgot to respond for a moment, those green eyes staring him down expectangtly. Finally, “Castiel.”

Dean grinned, taking a swig from the bottle of Coke in his hand. “You mind if I join you, Cas. Can I call you Cas? I’m gonna call you Cas.”

Bewildered, Cas’s eyes were wide as he shook his head. “No. I mean that’s fine. But why?”

With a hearty laugh, Dean shook his head. “That’s a weird question. Why what?”

“Why do you want to sit with me? Is this some dare? Or a prank or something?”

Dean’s brow drew together, a frown etched into his handsome features. “Dude, what? No. Why the hell would you think that?”

Cas looked down at his hands. “Most people avoid me.” When he finally looked up at Dean, his stomach tightened inexplicably. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Rolled in about a month ago. Me and my brother. Wait, seriously? People avoid you? Why? You a serial killer or something?” He watched as a genuine smile lit up Castiel’s face, and Dean suddenly found himself wanting to see more of it.

“No,” Cas replied. “Just don’t fit in too well.” He paused, clearing his throat. “Why’d you transfer so late? I didn’t even know you could so close to graduation.”

Turning on the bench to lean his back against the table, Dean rested his elbows on the edge, looking up at the small puffs of white clouds dotting the bright blue sky. “Dad moves around a lot for work.” He leaned closer to Cas and smirked. “Can I tell you a secret? I was probably never gonna graduate anyway. Just here to kill time. And meet people.”

Dipping his head, Cas chuckled. “Sounds like a good plan of action to me. So no college for you, huh?”

Dean scoffed. “Nah. Family business for me, man. Dad would probably flip his lid if I ditched out. Besides, I just don’t have the smarts for college. Just ain’t for me.”

“I’m sure you’re much smarter than you give yourself credit for.”
Dean’s gaze softened. “And you’re way better than everyone gives you credit for.”

+

Dean sat with Cas every day that week. Twice ditched out on a lunch date with a girl to sit with Cas. To talk to him. To learn more about him. He felt drawn to him somehow. And the more he got to know him, the more he learned he had been right that very first day. He was so much more amazing than anyone in that school gave him credit for.

“Dean!”

Dean and Cas, engrossed in a discussion about a book he had previously pretended to be too stupid to read, because reading was a waste of time, of course, looked up to see Lydia Miller, all chest and blonde hair, standing at the table, looking simultaneously confused and disgusted.

“Hey, uh, Linda–”

Lydia,” she corrected.

“Right. Of course. Lydia.”

Lydia narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

Dean glanced at Cas before turning his attention back to Lydia. “Talking?” he shrugged nonchalantly.

Lydia scoffed, her annoyance mounting by the second. “We were supposed to have lunch together. You said we would have lunch together on Friday. And you ditch me? For him?”

Cas looked away, gathering his things to stuff back in his bag. “I’m just gonna–” He stopped when Dean’s hand closed over his.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, Cas.” He stood, taking a step toward Lydia. “Now you listen to me, sweetheart. I can guarantee Cas has never done anything to you or any of your punk-ass friends to deserve being treated like that. What, you think you’re so high and mighty because he’s a little different? People like you are always the problem. So why don’ you back the hell off and get outta my face.”

Another cheerleader and a few jocks had stepped forward, ready to jump in to the argument. Lydia scoffed, gaping like a fish to form a response. “What, so you’re gay for him now? You’re disgusting, Dean. Fucking weirdos.”

With a laugh, Dean shrugged. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Least I’m not an asshole.” It was then that Lydia’s jock friend stepped forward and threw the first punch, coupled with a homophobic slur or two. They were both bloodied and bruised by the time they were pulled apart, removed from the courtyard to face their respective punishments.

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The sun was low in the sky, casting a hazy orange glow over everything by the time Cas found Dean in front of the school, settled against a tree. “Hey,” he said quietly, taking a seat beside Dean without waiting for invitation.

Dean smiled despite his bruised jaw and split lip. “Hey yourself. Sorry things got a little out of hand earlier. I just… It pisses me off. You’re such a great guy. They’re all douches for no reason.”

Laughing softly, Cas shook his head. “Thank you, but you don’t have to apologize. And you really didn’t have to do that.”

Dean shrugged. “Saving people is kinda my m.o.”

“Yes, well… You can’t save everyone, my friend, though you try. I think, if anything, you only made things worse for yourself.”
Again, Dean shrugged, his eyes, rimmed in bruises, fixated on Cas’s. “It was worth it.”

Cas held his gaze for a long while before looking away, his fingers idly picking at blades of grass beside him. “Why are you here so late?”

“Sammy went to a friend’s house. Dad’s off on a… He’s out of town. Didn’t feel like heading back to the motel just yet. Why are you here?”

“Tutoring.”

Dean laughed. “Of course you’re a tutor.” Cas could do no wrong. “You’re like a friggin’ angel,” he muttered. With a heavy sigh, he looked around, wiping his hands on his jeans. “You wanna grab some dinner?”

Cas considered the offer for a moment. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” They stood, and Dean guided them in the direction of the diner nearby a few blocks from the school. “Thank you,” Cas began after several moments of silence. Before Dean could question, Cas continued. “You sat with me at lunch because I’m alone. I have no friends. But you… You’re nice, despite the surly demeanor. You wanted to get to know me, and… I don’t know. Make me feel needed.” Laying a hand on Dean’s arm, he stopped, looking up at him. “And pretending you have a thing for me to stand up for me? That’s just incredible. So… Thank you.”

Dean took a step closer, swallowing against a suddenly dry throat. “Who said I was pretending?” His voice was low and shakier than he had anticipated. He sighed, dipping his head to gather his thoughts. “I don’t know, man. There’s just… There’s somethin’ about you. I’ve never thought about another guy like this, but I just can’t–”

“–Stop thinking about you,” Cas finished. He swallowed, nodding his head, blue eyes fixed on green. “I know the feeling.”

Taking a leap of faith, Dean reached up, gripping the back of Cas’s neck. He leaned closer, close enough to see all the shades that made up those intoxicating blue eyes. His gaze drifted to Cas’s mouth, to those perfect full lips. It was in that moment that he knew he couldn’t hold back. It was the point of no return. Closing the distance between them, their lips met - soft, sweet, and chaste. Dean winced, but persevered. Kissing Cas seemed to be worth any residual pain.

Cas sighed, his hands finding Dean’s waist. Never in his life had he experienced something so intense as kissing Dean Winchester. A million thoughts and questions ran through his head, but they were pushed aside. Thoughts and discussion would come later. Now… Now was for kissing; for savoring that feeling, that taste. For those few fleeting moments, Castiel’s lonely world was full, and he was happy.

Life Is Strange sentence pack [EP3]
  • "I don't want to drag you into this, okay? Not yet anyway."
  • "Get it, BOO-yah? Like I'm a scary punk ghost..."
  • "Dude, do not even torture yourself like that."
  • "I'm going to think that you didn't say any of that."
  • "Are you going to make a big issue out of this?"
  • "Care for a midnight swim?"
  • "Come stop me, hippie!"
  • "Why look, an otter in my water!"
  • "You're not so chickenshit anymore."
  • "Stop being so goddamn humble."
  • "Don't look so sad. I'm never leaving you..."
  • "You look cute with your hair soaked in chemicals."
  • "Photobomb!"
  • "It feels like a different world from yesterday..."
  • "I double dare you - kiss me now!"
  • "You're such a dork."
  • "Ready for the mosh pit, shaka brah."
  • "I find this very disturbing."
  • "Maybe you should calm down..."
  • "Have a nice day."
  • "We have to be casual ninjas here."
  • "You eat like a pig. Try the floor."
  • "I WAS EATING THOSE BEANS!"
  • "You show up after almost shooting me?"
  • "You're lucky this is a public place..."
  • "Holy shit, what do you want now?"
  • "Come on, we definitely don't have time to waste now."
  • "Why does everybody in my life let me down?"
  • "Everybody pretends to care until they don't. Even you!"
  • "Whoa, hey... you look totally pale. Are you okay?"
  • "Shit, where are my keys..."
  • "That's a dollar for the swear jar!"
  • "We are awesome!"
Trump
  • Beth: [age 8] "You know that girl at school who I always say is so nice?"
  • Me: "You mean Shanaya?"
  • Beth: "Yeah. Today she told me that she thought I was really nice too! And I was like, 'I said the same thing about you to my mom!'"
  • Mom: "Sweetheart, that's awesome. It sounds like you're making a friend."
  • Beth: "She also said that her parents are scared today."
  • Mom: "How come?"
  • Beth: "They're not American. They came from another country. Shanaya was born here but they weren't, and she says they were talking this morning about if they should move away."
  • Me: "Because Trump got elected?"
  • Beth: "Yeah. They're worried that Trump is going to take everyone like them and kick them out of America, so maybe they should move before it happens."
  • Mom: "You know what you need to do? Invite Shanaya over for a play date. Let's put our phone number in your lunchbox so you can give it to her tomorrow, and her parents can call us."
  • Me: "That's a great idea. Maybe even invite the whole family. We can't let them think Trump represents every white person in America."
  • Beth: "He definitely doesn't represent me. Why would anyone want to kick out good people?"
Enchanted {Sentence Starters}
  • "Thank you for taking care of my bride, peasants."
  • "Would you like me to call someone for you?"
  • "Forget about happily ever after, it doesn't exist."
  • "I'm surprised. You said you couldn't dance."
  • "That's what I'm trying to tell you. It's complicated."
  • "Have you any last words before I dispatch you?"
  • "I'm gonna ask her to marry me."
  • "Is this a habit of yours? Falling off of stuff?"
  • "I don't dance! And I really don't sing!"
  • "You made a dress out of my curtains?"
  • "How come people keep giving you free stuff?"
  • "Oh, you have such strange ideas about love."
  • "Before we leave, there's one thing I would love to do."
  • "You want a show? I'll give you a show!"
  • "I hope you had wonderful dreams."
  • "Wow! You've got great reception here."
  • "Now if only I can find a place to rest my head for the night."
  • "I'll tear you apart! Do you hear me?"
  • "You know most normal people get to know each other before they get married!"
  • "You have no idea who you're dealing with."
  • "I beg you. Tell me where she is!"
  • "You're looking for a beautiful girl, too?"
  • "Nobody has been very nice to me."
  • "You've met your match, you foul bellowing beast!"
  • "Sometimes you make me so angry!"
  • "I guess this makes you the damsel in distress, huh, handsome?"
  • "Is that the only word you know? 'No?'"
  • "Now you're beside me, and look how far we've come!"
  • "Why are you staring at me?"
  • "Oh my. Oh my goodness! How do I look?"
  • "You know that you will live happily ever after."
  • "I've never heard this song before! What the hell is it?"
  • "I don't think they would hear you from here."
  • "Remember, when you go out not to put too much makeup."
  • "Let's just walk. Can we walk?"
  • "I don't know if I'll make it through today, let alone a lifetime."
  • "It's like you escaped from a Hallmark card or something."
Personality switch
  • Ara: So Add... I was just wondering... Would you do me a favor?? OuO
  • Add: *squints at Ara* Why should I?
  • Ara: *shows 3 chocolate bars*
  • Add: So what's the plan?
  • *few hours later*
  • Elsword: Hey Ara! Wanna spar with me?
  • Ara: Why should I? Your weak slashes can't even touch me.
  • Elsword: Ara how could you?!
  • Add: I-I would want to spar with you, Elsword. OuO
  • Elsword: Add?? Are you sick?? Please tell me you're sick! WHY DID YOU CALL ME BY MY NAME I MUST BE DREAMING--
  • Add: You're not sick, Elsword. I'm being nice. OuO
  • Elsword: ADD, STOP SMILING LIKE THAT. IT'S... CREEPING ME OUT. ARA, HELP ME.
  • Ara: Do it yourself, you little brat.
  • Elsword: ARA WHY?!
  • Elesis: Hey Ara, hey Add, hey bro!
  • Ara: Satan stay away from me.
  • Add: Hello Elesis! *goes to Elesis, but gets tripped by Elsword's foot*
  • Elsword: Whoah, sorry I didn't know my foot was there--
  • Add: *cries* ugu...
  • Elsword: AGH ADD IS CRYING WHY ARE YOU CRYING??? AND WHY IS ARA A MEANIE?! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!!!
  • Elesis: (This is a prank, isn't it?)
  • Ara: *winks at Elesis*

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do a KAI scenario based on this: you're really good in school and one day you get an F in math and you're really upset about that and about the ''friends'' in school so he cheers you up? Much fluff, and if it's not a bother for you, a little longer? Thank you. Oh, and, by the way, your blog is really great an your writing skills are God bless! You're an angel for writing, really. Thank you for having such nice scenarios, wow <3

Ah this ask is so nice?? Thank you so much!! 
I’m surprised that Kai is so popular, but here you go a fluffy and great boyfriend Kai cheering you up about school!~ (´„•ω•„)♡

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punkiestkari  asked:

completely random thing to bring up, but why do youtube comments tend to be from the lowest common denominator? i know as a youtube personality you're probably used to it, but it's something i'll never get used to. scrolling down and seeing all these hateful comments. and it's as if your opinion personally insulted them. ridiculous. it's sad because it's usually the nice people that never post comments. we're out here though, trust me.

much of the time, the Internet just allows people to say mean or inappropriate things without any sort of real-life repercussions. people have to watch what they say in-person, and they bottle up any sort of aggression they may have accumulated throughout the day. of course they’re going to release that anger when they feel there will be no consequences for it.

there are great people online, but being nice takes effort, being a dick is easy. while positive, kind comments are nice, it’s a little demanding to ask everyone to say nice things just to counteract the jerks. decent people have their own lives to lead, and there’s no sense in getting sucked up into the senseless drama of nasty comments, beef, or hate on the Internet.

there’ll always be jerks online willing to say A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G to get a rise out of you. all you can do is brush it off, because the moment you let the negativity get to you, the more negativity there will be. there’s nothing trolls love more than a target who reacts to them, and is visibly upset or shaken.

nasty comments online are about as plentiful as dirt, and you already pay that no mind.

anonymous asked:

You don't like it here you can always leave. I hear Mexico is nice, we will even shut the door after you're gone.

You know whats so funny? When your white ancestor came to America filthy, dirty and sick, the Native American took you in and helped you out of pity. They feed your ancestor, gave them food to eat and welcomed them to their land and afterwards they were slaughtered and killed for that very land.

Im not from America, I don’t live there nor do I want to but let me tell you a little story.

 In the part of Africa that I’m from they believe when so much evil is being use ( especially on a particular piece of land) it accumulates and boils like stew. In your case, all the evil, hatred,greed, selfishness, pain, sweat, blood and the tears… the tears of the people who have lost their family, the mothers who have lost their children, all of this is your stew. YOUR KARMA!

You thought America is invincible when it comes to karma, no honey your not. Karma is coming and it will be hot and sweet like my grandmothers stew. 

Donald Trump is just the knob to the stove that heats the stew and you have turned the knob.

So why don’t you and your people leave, your expiration date expired hundreds of years ago. But don’t worry i’ll make sure to shut the door after your gone…

duckbutt-haircut-deactivated201  asked:

Did you really teach yourself how to draw?!! You're now my ultimate role model!! I've been trying to teach myself how to draw for a very long time and I almost gave up until I found out that you self taught yourself!! You gave me hope!! Thank you!!

aw thats so nice, thank you! yep completely self taught, it wasn’t until 2010 that i started to actually take drawing a little more seriously. i started trying to get better instead of staying in my comfort zone and i got a dA account and learned how to take and apply constructive criticism. 

ok here are some old ass naruto drawings from before i started practicing, you have my permission to laugh

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anonymous asked:

Dude? Like I don't understand why you're so mad at banksy? Like not every part of dismaland was made by him? And I get it's pretty edgy(skeleton in bumper car) but like ??? And other stuff I've seen from you calls him out for not liking modern tech and drawing pictures of tragedy without actually doing anything to help the people in it? But here's my belief and you know I could be way off but the fact banksy is calling attention to issues like that makes people thing about them and thats good?

Nice try Banksy! But you can’t fool me

The signs as things my science teacher has said
  • Aries: "This room is so echoe-y because under the floor here I buried the skulls of children who waste my time"
  • Taurus: "NO food of ANY KIND, no matter WHO YOU ARE, is allowed in this room" he says as he shoves a handful of chips in his mouth
  • Gemini: "The best way to steal children from the park is to steal the one farthest from it's mother"
  • Cancer: "Water bottles are a girls enemy"
  • Leo: "I'm a god so I don't know why I'm here"
  • Virgo: Student: I need to use the bathroom "I mean...there's a trashcan over there"
  • Libra: Student: Can we hug you? "I don't think I'm legally allowed to do that"
  • Scorpio: "Since I'm a teacher I'm poor so I make most of my money by stealing shoes from children and selling them. Mostly my students who won't take their shoes off my desks."
  • Sagittarius: "Don't joke about making meth. Because I'll think you're also a drug dealer and you're here to steal me turf."
  • Capricorn: "So like there's a student in the science closet here his name is Jimmy and I let him out at night to eat the cockroaches"
  • Aquarius: "You think water is forgiving and nice, but it's not. Because of surface tension, if you fell from maybe say, a very tall bridge, your stomach is going to split open when you fall. Water hates you. It doesn't love you."
  • Pisces: "On a very personal level, I hate fish"

anonymous asked:

Like many, I'm disappointed that you put the latest arc of Luna After Dark on hold right at a cliffhanger. But I appreciate both your letting us know about it and your non-canon sketch interludes. Hope that whatever you're doing in the meantime turns out well.

Ah, yes. I am really sorry about that. I seriously wouldn’t have done if really wasn’t kind of my last option.

I was planning on letting you guys know about this with a proper drawing and such, but I’ve been busy. I still will do it tho’ so I can also let the people from LAD know too, without you know, so much text.

ANYWAY LET ME TELL YOU WHAT’S GOING ON

As some of you guys may know I’m currently studying animation here in chile, and a really nice opportunity for me has just showed up.

My school has given me the chance the go to Vancouver and take a really good “Character design” course. Which am all up for! Studying abroad it’s something that I’ve been wanting to do for years now. And it’s also a really good opportunity of what I’m capable of in a place with a really big animation deal.

But here’s my problem. I’m missing some stuff. Most importantly money. I can pay my trip and the course on a series of fee’s so I don’t have to pay it all in front. But I’m still missing a couple of stuff, which are.

- A laptop ( Everyone must bring one, ‘cause apparently there’s not such thing as a computer lab where I’m going)

- A new tablet ( Mine is really tearing apart, but a friend of mine is offering me one at a really reasonable price)

- Expending money (You know. To eat)

That’s pretty much the reason why I started taking commission and finally setting up a donation button on both blogs.

So this break is really just so I can use that time and effort that I put on LAD in doing as many commissions as I can and working on my portfolio on the side. OH! And try not to fail any of my classes ( you know, with finals and such).

And that’s the reason I’m taking a break from LAD.

Again. I’m probably gonna do a big drawing post explaining this whole situation all over again as soon as I can so I could maybe insensitive some of you guys to help me out.

OH AND BEFORE I FORGET! THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE ALREADY DONATED WITHOUT ME EVEN ASKING FOR HELP. YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN REALLY KIND AND I COULDN’T BE MORE GRATEFUL. Sorry I took so long to say thanks tho’ . I’m really awkward around this whole “money business”

God I feel so awkward writing posts with so much text in them.