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."

anonymous asked:

63, with alpha Laf? If you're still doing that!!

okay @imagineham and i were talking about how much we love alpha laf and writing this made me feel all kinds of things 

here you go!

63 - “Y'know, nobody is going to know I’m your omega if you don’t mark me as yours.”

Laf gently pressed you against the wall, kissing your neck softly. You arched your back a little, letting out a moan slip out from your lips. His hands raked your body hungrily, a daring contrast to the sweet, gentle kisses he placed on your neck. Despite how nice it felt, it wasn’t what you wanted. 

“You’re gonna have to bite a little harder, y’know,” You chuckled, running your hands through Laf’s hair as he tightened his hold on you. “Nobody is going to know I’m your omega if you don’t mark me as yours.”

“I know what I am doing.” He said lowly. 

“Come on, Laf. You could put it right here,” You pointed to a spot on your neck. “Everybody will know I belong to you.”

Laf lifted you up, taking you by surprise. He slipped his hands under your thighs and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his torso. You smirked as you slipped your arms around his neck. Laf looked up at you, took a moment to soak it all in. He liked you here, helpless underneath him and pinned to the wall. 

“We wait for your heat, my love.” He hummed, going back and kissing your neck. “We must do it right.” His hot breath was on your neck, making your hairs stand on end.

You pouted a little. “Alpha, please.” You whined.

“We wait.” He repeated slowly and you quickly sealed your lips. “Because then, I can do more than just claim you,” Laf grinned, hearing your heart beat grow quicker as he leaned in closer to your ear. “I can spend the whole week fucking you too.”  

kazenofuji  asked:

Hi, hi, I just finished watching the anime Onihei which is based after the historical figure called Hasegawa Heizou. I tried to find more information about his real life counter part but couldn't find much more than the anime already shows us. I was wondering if you're able to find more about this, to me, very intriguing samurai. Thank you very much in advance!

Hasegawa Heizou aka Hasegawa Nobutame was a famous 18th century Law Enforcement official in Edo. As well as being immortalized as Onihei in the books, movies, and TV shows of that name, he gives his name to Gintama character, Hasegawa Taizou. In Detective Conan, Inspector Hattori Heizou’s given name is taken from his.

There’s not much on the real Hasegawa in English, but fortunately someone did write a nice article about him, which you can find here. They seem to have done their research, and the information mostly checks out with the facts I’ve found elsewhere. I won’t repeat the information in the article, but Hasegawa was indeed a renowned tough lawman who became a legend in Edo. In his book “Power and Punishment in the Making of Modern Japan,” Daniel Botsman writes:

the remarkable popularity that Bakufu officials such as Ooka Echizen-no-kami (1677-1751), Hasegawa Heizo (1745-95), and Toyama Kinshiro (1793-1855) continue to command centuries after their deaths (all three remain stock figures in television, film, and fiction today) suggests the extent to which ordinary people at the time came to trust in the benevolence of such figures and the protection they offered. (p.42)

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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

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anonymous asked:

I'm going to be brutally honest here. I really want to befriend you but I'm so antisocial and I just got into Eddsworld. I don't really communicate to people on tumblr, I just view art, memes, and keep to my self. You seem so nice but I'm just a fetus 16 year old in high school while you're a god talented 21 yr old artist o_O yeEt. Also, I really love how you draw pictures for asks. They make me feel happy that you went out of your way to make something c: -from first livestream anon & other ask

first of all i really appreciate the kind words, thank u so much.. i’m glad that my dumb doodles are appreciated flklh.
but honestly i’m terrible at interacting with people. i keep to myself a lot and i’m actually way different one on one than i am on this blog.
don’t worry much about trying to talk to me because i promise i’m a loser and you’re not missing out on anything lol..


Natza Drabble - Anger Mismanagement
  • Lucy: Um, okay... stupid question time.
  • Natsu: Yeees?
  • Lucy: ... What happened to those anger management classes? You said you and Erza were taking them, but you're even WORSE than before!
  • Natsu: Happy's our counselor, give him a break, Luce~. He's doin' what he can.
  • Gray: *twitch* You're taking classes from HAPPY...?
  • Erza: His name is suitable for such instruction, and he even has a degree for it.
  • Happy: Well, actually I just took some random diploma thingy from the client we had a month ago... It might not even be a degree for psychology. ^^;
  • Lucy: ......
  • Natsu: But he comes up with some good stuff!
  • ~*~
  • Erza: I don't know... Shouldn't I do something like count to ten?
  • Happy: Who's the doctor here? It's never good to hold in your anger!! Just let it out every time someone pisses you off~
  • Natsu: Sounds good to me~.
  • Happy: 'Kay, let's try it out... Natsu, you're not a very nice person!
  • Natsu: ... Was that supposed to make me mad?
  • Happy: We're building up to it.
  • Natsu: Fiiine... Grargh. *spits a fireball lazily, missing Happy by far*
  • Happy: Okay~. Erza, Natsu slept with Mira last night!
  • Erza: *Requips into Purgatory Armor*
  • Natsu: WHAT THE HELL, HAPPY?! *dodges Erza's sword strikes and leaps out the window, Erza hot on his heels*
  • Happy: Well, that escalated quickly. :3
  • ~*~
  • Erza: I agree. Happy is most helpful. ^^
  • ~*~
  • Happy: Now, you might be askin', Happy, why do we have Lacrimas strapped to our heads? Well, they're not fashion statements, sillies! They're brainwave visualizers.
  • Natsu: *uncertainly* ... Eh?
  • Erza: I'm guessing they broadcast our thoughts...
  • Happy: Yup! I want you guys to go to your happy place. Now, let's see what's on my mind. *closes his eyes, smiles, and drools as visions of fish appear on his Lacrima* Now you try~
  • Erza: *closes her eyes, smiles, and visions of her and Natsu having raunchy sex play out on the Lacrima*
  • Natsu: ^^; *does the same as them, albeit nervously*
  • Happy: o.o Whoa. I didn't know you had THOSE kinds of thoughts, Natsu!
  • Erza: *eyes snap open, and she glares at the Lacrima, which shows Natsu dominating a harem of women - including Mira, Ultear, Sorano, Brandish, Juvia, and herself* ... *does the only sensible thing... Rips the Lacrima off Natsu's head and stomps on it*
  • Natsu: Awww... I was gettin' to the good part...
  • ~*~
  • Lucy: ... So basically, Happy just incited Erza like hell.
  • Natsu: I was given the okay to vent my anger, too! ... But yeah... Erza was pretty pissy...
  • Erza: >___>
  • Happy: That just means she was learning to vent her frustrations~
  • Gray: Learning? She was already venting her anger! You just took it and gave it a soldier pill!
  • Happy: Details, details~
  • 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
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.
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' 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.
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."
  • "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!"

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!


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 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.


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?”


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.

  • 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?"
Conversations with grandparents (or the fun of the holiday season)
  • Gran: So any boyfriends on the scene?
  • Me: No, not really.
  • Thoughts: Boy...only if by boy you mean don't answer with vague...don't mention boobs or Tumblr...just smile and nod, smile and nod and change the subject.
  • ------
  • Nan: I think you should have the next baby
  • Me:
  • Thoughts: I'm 23 living at home doing a minimum wage job, I can barely look after myself and you want to entrust me with a child?! I don't want to be an adult *internal sobbing*
  • ------
  • Nan: It's nice to see you going out.
  • Me: I go out sometimes.
  • Thoughts: Go out? in away from the computer? And the Tumblr? Out into the world? I've done that already this month - is that not enough?!
  • ------
  • Nan: Let me I'll clean this up...
  • Me: It's okay Nan, just go sit down.
  • Thoughts: Ffs you know I have OCD. Please stop interfering...don't put that there...for the love of god don't put that there...get away from my kitchen...

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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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."

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was just curious how long you've been drawing for? And if you had any older artwork of yours you'd be comfortable sharing? Just curious, you're a really good artist and I think it's interesting to see how people start out in their work.

I started to draw /seriously/ when I was 16 (2011-2012). I realized I wanted to study art. You can see my evolution trough some of my OCs: 





Jan 2014: 

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Oct 2014:

May 2015:

Things started to change for me in July 2014. October that year was the month of the discovery. Everything changed from the beginning! (*insert HQ here*)