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Bendy: oh nU, OH MAI

Boris: the rage tho, I'mha lose mah job :’D

Cuphead: All of the nerf darts. all oF THEM

Mughead: Justice… Is being served.

oHHH dey gun get it

the rage is there, the end to their shenanigans iS NIGH BWAHAHAHHAHA ok sorry

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Oh man! I just love this universe and this idea so much. I just adore it all, hhHHHHHHHHHHH

I was inspired to make a little drawing for this awesome au. I really think so many people enjoy what you make. And that’s awesome. Thank you for inspiring people and making people smile. ;)

Response: Lol XD this is perfect
My Dearest (Thayne Jasperson x Reader)

Pairing: Thayne Jasperson x Reader (modern)

TW: some swearing

A/N: this is my first fic on here and it may be trash (then again it might not so i have that going for me).

Word Count: 2,343

You waited in the line of your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop. The Daily Grind had been your second home since you had moved to New York, having nowhere to go after your family hadn’t supported your dream. All you wanted when you walked in was a decent cup of coffee, but you walked out with a new tight circle of friends. You found yourself walking back to The Daily Grind whenever you wanted to clear your cluttered mind. Soon enough, the small café on the end of 46th street became your go to spot to get a fresh, steaming cup of what you were sure was the nectar of the gods.

You tapped your foot absent mindedly to the beat of the Hamilton soundtrack that softly thumped through your earbuds. Although Hamilton had only been showing on Broadway for a few weeks, it had been the talk of everyone you knew. You had listened to the album front and back countless times and knew almost every lyric. You listened to it as you woke up and when you went to bed in the late hours of the night because something about it was so compelling.

“Hey, Y/N!” The cheery voice of The Daily Grind’s cashier, Sara, interrupted Farmer Refuted as you hit pause and tugged out one earbud. “I’m guessing you want your usual, with the fuckton of sugar?”

You dramatically placed a hand over your heart and pouted your lip. “You know me so well, how sweet.”

A grin fell on her face at your antics as she passed your order onto another employee. “Only the best for our most valued customer. Let me tell you, you’re sure a sight for sore eyes. The shop’s been busy ever since Hamilton hit Broadway. We’ve been slammed with customers before and after the shows since we’re the closest café.”

“Hey, any business is good business.” You stepped aside, suddenly remembering you were holding up a slightly angry line as Sara nodded and handed you your cup of sweet goodness.

You sighed in relief as the warmth of the cup met your palms. Recently, it seemed like coffee was the only thing that kept you going. You spun on your heel, ready to leave the shop just as you abruptly ran into a strong, solid figure. Before you knew it, your coffee was splattered all over your clothes and the ground. In the mess of this, your phone had fallen from your hand onto the floor along with your earbuds. At this point, you were more disappointed about your wasted coffee than your most likely shattered phone and damp clothes.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, I—here—let me help you with that.” Your head snapped up at the sweet sounding voice as you saw the man grab about twenty napkins. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was shaped into a worried frown as he continued to apologize to the employees as well, muttering to himself.

“Christ, Thayne, you can’t even walk down the street without making a mess.”

You laughed quietly to yourself, taking in Thayne’s features: his vivid chocolate eyes, his chestnut hair, and god, his teeth were brighter than your future.

But why did this all look so familiar to you? You felt like you had known Thayne from somewhere you couldn’t quite place.

You were taken away from your thoughts as Thayne stepped in front of you, frantically giving you more napkins than you knew what to do with. You patted the napkins on your shirt as you desperately tried to rid your clothes of the stain with no avail.

“Again, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, that was totally my bad I—” His eyes filled with worry as you attempted to get the splotchy stain out of your clothes.

You glanced up at him for a second, in awe of how polite he was being to you. “Hey, it’s okay, I wasn’t watching where I was going. You’re fine, don’t worry too much about it.”

“Wait, what?” Thayne’s eyes flicked up to you at your words, as if he didn’t believe what you had just said.

“I said it’s okay. It’s just a little spill.”

“Oh,” he sighed, his muscular shoulders immediately dropping in what it seemed was relief. “Thank you so much, usually people on the streets yell at me to watch where I’m going! I’m just surprised is all, heh.” He looked down to your phone on the floor, swiftly bending down to pick it up.

“Yeah, some New Yorkers aren’t the most forgiving—what?” You were cut off by Thayne’s joyous laughter as he took a glance at your phone.

He grinned up at you and returned your phone, giggles still threatening to escape his lips. “Farmer Refuted, huh?”

You slipped your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, a ghost of a smile spreading on your face at the mention of one of your favorite Hamilton songs. “Yeah, I was going through what must be my tenth run through of listening to Hamilton.”

“You must be a pretty big fan, eh?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, I happen to know quite a bit about Hamilton myself.” He cocked his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You raised one eyebrow at his claim. “Do you now?”

He hummed. “Mhm. How ‘bout this: I’ll pay for your coffee, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, either. I can get my order, then we can sit down and you can tell me everything you think you know about Hamilton.”

This man was too sweet, you almost couldn’t believe it. He immediately apologizes for something that was clearly your fault, and now he offers to pay for the coffee that you spilled?

He was as sweet as the “fuckton” of sugar in your coffee.

“Wait—you really don’t need to pay for that—”

“Ah ah ah! What did I say?” He turned around to face you, an exuberant smile plastered on his face as he placed himself in the line to order.

You huffed, accepting your defeat. “No ifs, ands, or buts.” You grumbled.

“That’s better. Smile more.

“Oh my god.” You made your way to a table near the back of the shop along the wall, pulling your phone out of your pocket to check the potential damage from when you had dropped it. To your surprise, and by some miracle, there were no visible cracks on the screen. You sighed, relief instantly flooding through you as you turned on your phone and played a game to pass the time while you waited for Thayne.

When you got bored of playing games, you glanced up at the clock. It had been ten minutes since Thayne told you he would order both of your coffees. You craned your neck to see Thayne at the counter, waiting for the order. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of twenty cups in front of him.

Who the hell were those for?

Sara placed one more cup in front of Thayne, giving him multiple trays to keep the coffee from spilling as he made several trips to your table.

After he placed the final tray to the side, he sat down, handing you your usual.

“Why in the world do you have all of those cups?” Your eyebrows furrowed, amazed at how much Thayne had ordered.

“I’ve got a lot of, uh, friends that need it…Oh!” He exclaimed after taking a sip of his own drink. “I haven’t even introduced myself yet!”

He stuck a hand out towards you across the table. “Jasperson. Thayne Jasperson.”

You giggled, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. “L/N. Y/N L/N.”

“You’ve got yourself a nice name, there.” Thayne sipped his coffee.

“Thanks, it was a birthday present.”

Thayne practically did a spit take as he cackled at your joke, his eyes crinkling. “Why did I laugh at that?”

“Because I’m funny as hell, duh.” You laughed at his reaction for a minute until you two settled down.

Thayne fiddled with his fingers, looking up at you. “Have you ever gone to a Hamilton show?”

You nearly choked on your coffee, covering your mouth with your hand. “God, I wish. Have you?”

He shook his head, a smile spreading on his lips. “Me? No, a couple of my friends have, though. They said it was really good.”

“How can it not with that amazing soundtrack? All of the songs are so genius and everyone has such amazing voices.”

He nodded in agreement. “Heh, I suppose so. So, uh, what do you do? Like, for a living?”

“Ah, not much, I’m basically your stereotypical struggling actor. Came to New York because my family didn’t support me, l live in a small apartment, I’m taking every opportunity for musicals that I can. I do teach acting classes, though, down the road. I figured I could help other people find their talent, instead of wasting mine. Enough about me, though. What do you do?”

“I dance, was in a couple productions here and there, y’know. That acting class thing sounds really cool, though. That’s awesome that you’re inspiring younger people.”

“Mhm.” You smiled. “As weird as it sounds, I kind of like watching the kids struggle—”

“Yeah, that is pretty weird—” He laughed heartily.

“Shhh!” Your face broke into a grin. “When they struggle and keep working towards a goal, it makes it so much better to see when they reach the goal. When it clicks. They try so hard to do something, and then all of the sudden they nail it and this smile just never leaves their face, it's—it’s why I still have that job.”

Thayne listened intently, his attention never diverting as a warm, soft smile that reached his eyes spread across his face; one that made you feel safe. “I can just tell you have some great talent in you, you know that? You’re so passionate about what you do and being able to teach kids all these technicalities that go into acting and dancing and singing is no easy job. You’re more interesting than I thought, Y/N.”

A blush rose to your cheeks as you laughed from embarrassment. “That’s really sweet of you; no one really cares to compliment my work, especially in the performing arts. My parents just said my dream would get me nowhere, no matter how hard I worked. They didn’t think I was talented, so I don’t really think so anymore either.”

“Hey,” Thayne reached across the table and placed his hand over yours, his eyes serious, yet still holding some kind of safety you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t you dare say that to yourself. Excuse my language, but fuck what your parents say! All that matters is that I’m here and I believe that you have what it takes to make it big! And from what I’ve seen, you are a lovely, lovely person and anyone who doesn’t want to work with you after this first impression doesn’t deserve you. You understand me?”

You nodded your head inhaled sharply, surprised by his sudden outburst. You had only known Thayne for a mere thirty minutes, and you already had such a strong connection with him. You felt your eyes begin to well up with tears at the thought of him thinking so highly of you after just meeting you. Thayne’s eyes were soft and he gasped slightly at the sight of you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He got out of his seat, crouching down beside you and taking your hands in his. “Was it something that I said? Because I tend to—”

“No, no, it’s nothing you said.” Your voice shook. “Well—maybe—but the point is, no one has ever truly believed in me and my dream. And to just hear you say those things, it’s…relieving.”

Next thing you knew, Thayne’s strong arms wrapped around your form as he rubbed your back. “Y/N, I know what it’s like to not have anyone rooting for you, and it absolutely sucks. That’s why I just want you to have some hope, I don’t want you to feel this way because no one deserves it. I believe in you because I can see talent in you, you’re literally dripping in it. I’m not saying this just to say it, y’know?”

You nodded against his shoulder as you pulled away from him, a small smile on both of your faces.

“You good?” Thayne asked. “Because if you’re gonna cry again I can give you another hug, you know, I specialize in those. Heck, I might as well put it on my resume.”

His comment caused you to giggle uncontrollably as he took his seat again and beamed at you.

“That was totally better than my name joke.” You looked up at Thayne.

“You bet it was.” Thayne pulled out his phone, turning it on to check the time as his eyes widened. “Oh shi—shoot. Shoot. I need to take these orders back to my friends. Y/N, can I see your phone real quick?”

“Uhh, sure?” You unlocked your phone and handed it to Thayne as he tapped the screen, his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips.

“Annnnd, here you go.” Thayne placed your phone in your hand as he grabbed the trays of countless cups. “I’ll see you soon?”

“I sure hope so.” You laughed at the sight of Thayne trying to hold 5 trays at one time as he walked towards the door of the shop.

Thayne turned back towards once more, a big smile spreading across his face. “I hope so too, Y/N.”

As he exited the café, Sara gave a pointed look towards you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Looks like Y/N’s got themselves a boyfrienddd!

You shook your head in embarrassment, your cheeks flushing. “No…”

“You wish, though.”

You paused for a second, your eyes still on the door Thayne walked out of just minutes ago. “I guess so.”

I finally finished this! This is my most recent art journal!

The question we had to answer was: “Are our views of bodily beauty based more on our genes or personal backgrounds?”

The thing we had to draw? “A person you find beautiful.”

So, I drew all of these guys! These are all either friends or role models (or both) of mine! I made this to show my appreciation to all of these awesome people for just doing what they do and being themselves!

Eclipse by @lunarecliptic

My Nyan!Fresh!Friend, @foxiis-chan

Marookoo by @marookooart

OmniChara by @askomnichara

Rez by @anrez-op-skele

@lovercat16

@mistymiddiana

Skelesona of @iwel-san

@creepercupcakeyt

I know a lot of the colors are WAY off and I hope that they don’t look too bad but I tried really hard to get the colors right! I hope you guys like it! Stay awesome!

(I’ll be posting the individual pictures in other posts since it only lets me do one picture at a time.)

HUGE THANKS

A huge thanks to those who took a moment to reblog and put in some kind words and help me reach my 25k follower milestone yesterday. So much support so many reblogs and so many kind words. Extra special thanks to those of you who took a moment to write some amazing words of encouragement. If you are not already you should check out and follow each of these blogs. They are awesome inspiring and supportive people.

@thassrightputinwork @missjojothemighty @5dconstruction @fizzyliftingmeredith @malachi-is-shiny @fitaspergirl @labrat-to-gymrat @xtinedancefit @time2shapeup @flophousedk @great-to-pedal @quadsasaurus-rex @fatmaninalittlesuit @midlifeprogress @fatgirlgetsfitatlast

Now, Breath of the Wild is a massive game. And I truly am thankful for everything we got from it. 

But you know what would have been an awesome addition? 

… A Twili-inspired area/people/Divine Beast. 

You could have a tribe that has features from both Hylian and Twili, leading into the notion that, eventually, a second means of getting to the Twilight Realm was found, you could have a Twili Champion who was a descendant of Midna, the Divine Beast could be a giant wolf, and the boss of it could be ‘Shadowblight Ganon’ with a sick scythe or something…

… I don’t know, I recently finished the last of the Divine Beast dungeons and since BotW references so many past games from the Zelda canon, these thoughts just came into my head.

anonymous asked:

do you have any advice for someone who'd want to start running their own poetry blog? any tips? i love your blog, and your poems have really touched me and expressed my feelings through words i havent formed yet. anyways, i hope you have an awesome day! keep writing and inspiring people

Make up your mind, and start. That’s how I became what I am. Follow people who inspire you, and create your own pieces to inspire others. Write from the heart. Just be who you are.

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And thank you Mark, for being one of the most awesome, inspiring people on the planet. Here’s to the next million, huh? [x]

Hello friends. So if you have been wondering why I haven’t been posting very much. Here is the story. Well aside from dealing with normal life worries, on top of that if you missed it, I did move to a new country. And in the meantime I am trying to restart a business… Currently everything is a work in progress. But today was a great day and I am full of creative energy and I feel so good. I hope you do as well. Wishing you all well, and thank you for being such awesome and inspiring people :) -Gracie

Painting process

I was repeatedy asked about my painting process but until recently I wasn’t really sure what to share. Everything painting-related seemed to be a matter of lucky accident for me. But while painting my last fanart I noticed that I’m more aware of what I’m doing than before. So I can finally share some thoughts 8D

My first step is looking for overall idea. I make a really quinck sketch and add rough colors. At this point I think about colors I’ll be using, light sources, contrast and overall mood I want to create. But I don’t spend a lot of time on it, I just want to have some notes on my canvas and an idea of what I want to achieve.

Now I can work on my lineart and put some “flat colors” under it.

I add some strong shadows using >multiply< layer.

The picture looks cartoony at this point. I compared it to my rough colored sketch from the beginning- It gaveme an idea what to change. I used big blurry brush to darken the picture. I wanted the light from Roses’ shield to “pop out” more and the whole piece to be a bit more gloomy. After that I continued to look for places to work on.

And worked on them.

The final step is to add some details.

And that’s it)Thank You all for Your questions about painting, all kind comments, favourites and reblogs. I’m so glad I can share my drawings here, on Tumblr :’D It’s great to have so many awesome, inspiring and talented people around!

anonymous asked:

So you hate Remilie?

Bloody hell, what kind of question is that? 

Strictly, no.

Remilie = Robert + Emilie together.

Of course I don’t hate them together! I love seeing interviews, photoshoots, gifsets, art, of Robert and Emilie, or of Rumbelle, or Anyelle, anything with those two because they are aesthetically pleasing to look at, and even more so when they share the screen. They seem to adore each other and I’d love to see the two of them together at a convention in Europe. (Keep dreaming, Jessie!)

I do severely dislike Remilie shipping though. I dislike real-life people shipping. I can understand thinking “They have chemistry together!” and I acknowledge that Remilie has chemistry. 

I also dislike fanfics about real people, or people who roleplay as actors instead of characters. 

To me, there is a line. There are no actual guidelines on how to be a fan of something. There is no rulebook, no fandom police, nobody to keep people in check. I like to think I’m using common sense. 

I imagine myself as Robert Carlyle now. I am a talented actor. I have a wife and three beautiful kids. And I have a wonderful colleague, who I love to work with, and who likes me just as much in return. We do an awesome job and we inspire people and I could not be happier about that. 
But imagine me finding out that there is a place online where a bunch of people - not just one nutjob, but a whole group of people - talk about myself and my colleague, and how much they’d love us to get involved romantically and sexually. How some of these people believe that I’d be with Emilie if I had not met Anastasia. How I’d be with Emilie if I lost Anastasia. People who like to believe I’m cheating on Anastasia with Emilie. People who encourage these delusions in even more people, who say it’s okay to think that way, who encourage each other to make confessions about us anonymously, while I’m thinking: “Wtf that’s crazy! Don’t they understand we’re actors and colleagues? Can’t they stop it with these theories about us? We’re actual living people, not characters! This is insane, I feel violated.”

And that’s why I can’t ship real-life people. Have you ever been shipped with someone? Have you ever had your friends hope you’d get together with this other guy? They’d push you together, try and set you up on dates, that kind of stuff? It’s freaking annoying. Now imagine your friends who want to see you two together set up a group for themselves, where they can ship you and your friend together. Wouldn’t you feel violated? 

I know I would, and that is why I can’t ship Remilie or any other actors together. They’re people, not characters. And I refuse to encourage creepiness in other fans. That’s why I’ve been posting my disapproval of a Remilie group on Tumblr the past few days. Not because I dislike the term “Remilie”, and I wouldn’t even mind a Remilie group, with the beautiful gifsets and quotes about friendship and working together, and the images from Comic Con and what-not, because that is what I would call “Remilie”. It is also why I do not block the Remilie tag or something, because there’s beautiful stuff which I and others describe as “Remilie”, but which has nothing to do with shipping them romantically/sexually as people.
But then in the group description they say “People are hostile, telling you you can’t ship it, that it’s shameful, in a usually very aggressive manner. Truth is, it’s not.
Basically saying: ignore people like CartoonJessie cause they aren’t making a valid point at all and you should continue shipping real-life people if you feel like it because it is a very normal thing to do.
And that’s where I disagree, and that is something that gets on my nerves. I do not think this is ‘normal’ at all and I’d be alarmed if that would be the new ‘norm’ among fans. I do not hate Remilie, nor do I hate the shippers. I do think there is a screw loose if you ship actors together though, and I sincerely hope it’s something people can grow out off, before things get awkward for the actors. 

Apologies if this reply is a bit too long for your liking….

Gym friends are the best!

I LOVE that Wednesday’s class has become boot camp!  :)  I’ve gone from having four solid gym friends to having a whole class full!  I love boot camp for a lot of reasons, but probably the biggest reason is the camaraderie and the chance to get to know (and suffer with) so many people!  Many of the same people take all of the 4:30 classes throughout the week, too, so you always know you’re going to go to the gym and see friendly faces!  To be honest, sometimes that is the only thing that motivates me to go when I’m having a rough day or feeling completely tired/unmotivated.

Today, after Body Pump, about twelve of us walked across the street to happy hour and stayed for THREE HOURS talking and laughing!  It was such a blast! :)  And, since I’ve been eating salads all week, I felt NO guilt about ordering a big fat plate of salsa fresca and avocado nachos and a margarita! :)  We have such an awesomely diverse group–ladies from Iran, Turkey, Eritrea (don’t worry, I’d never heard of it either), and China–and a whole range of backgrounds, careers, lifestyles, and ages.

I am glad that I joined the gym for my health and fitness (obviously), but I feel so fortunate that it’s brought so many awesome and inspiring people into my life, as well! 

anonymous asked:

what's something you wish someone told a younger you?

This is your life, stop trying to please everyone. You can’t make your parents happy, that’s something they need to work on themselves and don’t let their actions get to you, you’re not going to turn into them, you’re going to become your own person. Drop those girls that your friends with, they’re going to try to come back all nice in a couple of years but don’t let them get to you. That boy you’re going to really really like, he’s an asshole, and he only wants one thing from you, don’t give it to him, you’ll meet a lot of them by the time you’re 17. And stop being so angry at everything. It’s not cool to not like people and have a bitter outlook on life. Life is amazing once you look at the positive side. The depression and anxiety you’re feeling, is going to get worse, but it’s also going to get better. Wait for it. You’re going to hit rock bottom at a really young age and people aren’t going to take you seriously, but you’re going to want to live one day, and it’s gonna be awesome. You’re going to inspire people  and do great things and get into your dream college ;) And most exciting, you’re going to love yourself.