but he is important

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In honour of being very close to filling up my first OPM sketchbook (second one is waiting and ready to go >:O) here are some various doodles from the book that I like but probably will never finish lol

Sorry about the quality but, you know, sketchbook doodles…

Bonus:

Kuseno-as-Kappa though

Ok so like Mike Faist’s voice

Is so important to me yOU GUYS. I’m gunna rant for a second but like…Mike Faist’s voice is so comforting to me. Is that weird? Idk I don’t care if it is but like listening to DEH or any other video or recording of him singing makes me feel okay? Like thins are going to be alright. Fuck that does sound weird but fuck it.

Do you have that one person you listen to and they just make you feel all warm and cozy? MIKE FAIST. He brings so much genuine spirit to everything he does so when he sings it just feels really personal? I’m sUper bad at explaining myself and how I feel but like

I just really love and appreciate mike faist and his singing voice. He’s incredible. This all makes no sense at all. Kthanksloveyoubye

anonymous asked:

you know i was betting that antis if there were lyrics about green eyes they were gonna say it’s was elks eyes and turns out i was right some of them sweat the eye in the lyrics video it’s elks even when it’s green and elk has brown eyes

lol yep. her eyes are light brow at best (if there’s light - my friend’s eyes are like that) and brown when there’s not. those eyes from the mv are green and definitely not hers 

I saw my hero yesterday...

but that wasn’t the most important thing I was able to accomplish. Yesterday, my little sister saw her hero and I gave her the means to do so.

First, I feel like this story needs a bit of context.

I am a college student. I don’t have a lot of money, but despite that, I’ve gotten to do some really incredible things solely because other people gave me the opportunity to do so. I wouldn’t be able to accomplish, or do half the things I’ve done without someone loving me enough to think of me when they want to share an expience with someone.

About a month ago, I was spending some quality time with some friends. We were all calmly sitting, quietly chatting upstairs at our university center when we saw that tickets went on sale for Markiplier’s You’re Welcome tour. When we noticed the price, we knew we had to buy them. They were very generously cheap, all things considered, so we discussed how many we would need to purchase. We were set on five tickets when I remembered that my little sister is an avid Markiplier fan. I couldn’t and I didn’t want to go without her, so I bought her a ticket. When I decided that it would be a surprise, my friends instantly wanted to pitch in and keep the secret.

So, we became ninjas. We bought the tickets in secret, I called my mother and told her that Jade (We’ll call her that for her privacy) would be kept out of school on the 16th and 17 of October (I explained why and she was over joyed), and when I came home that weekend, I told Jade to clear her schedule for those two days because we were going on an adventure. Her little teenage heart became overjoyed. We’ve always been close, and I’m pleased to know that I am her favorite. She began asking questions, but I would not be deterred. It was a secret and it would remain so!

As time approached, a very creative friend of mine decided that we needed to make cute, matching shirts, so we did. We bought tie-dying kits, white shirts, and a ton of puff paint and got to work. Here is the end result (she’s can’t see her shirt, by the way. We knew it would give it away)

Suddenly, the day arrived! We loaded up into the car, and we began our journey to see Markiplier!

We arrived in Nashville which was a new and exciting experience. We’re all from rural communities. Nashville was kinda scary. We perserveered and we made it!

As time drew nearer, we quickly realized several problems. One, people would be excited and would want to talk about it, and two, she would be able to see signs and promotional material. The surprise we worked so hard for would be ruined. We quickly “blindfolded” her with an extra t-shirt and we marched her toward the waiting line (to the woman who threatened to ruin the surprise, I despise you. Why would you do that to a kid? Shame on you. Go home).

As darkness fell, we discovered a new way to blindfold her and block out excited Markiplier fans around us (She’s listening to Pentatonix’s cover of Bohemian Rhapsody, In case you were wondering).

Show time! I lead her in, she still cannot see, we split up (three friends bought merchandise, two were still waiting and we split her up between the five of us to keep the secret going. We finally made it to our seats (which we discovered were still very wonderful seats! We were so very fortunate) and as time began ticking down, I kept her occupied with my phone (she was watching Markiplier’s videos. Oh the irony). We quickly took a photo at 30 minutes ‘till. Here we are, looking hella cute and fine ;).

Finally, at eight o’clock, an announcer came on and announced the event. We got rid of the glasses, I moved her hair aside, and she finally got to see who we were “meeting.”

There were many happy tears. There was so much joy. I was just so happy that I could do this for her. I will keep the look on her face with me until the day I die. I want her to experience the world. I want to create happy memories with her. I want her to get more out of life than I’ve gotten. I want to give her something to hold onto when life gets so hard.

Yesterday, I met my hero, but I received more than just that. I was able to give my sister her hero. I was able to make her day by spending a little money. This will last a lifetime. We don’t have a lot. We never have, but I could give her this.

Markiplier was so inspirational yesterday. Yes, it was a funny show, but as Wade, Bob, Mark, Ethan, and Tyler all spoke about dreams and this tight little community we are a part of, it kinda made me realize that there are still good things. There’s still a reason to hope. There’s still something to look forward to each and every day. I want to give her to world, and if by some means that I could give her some form of hope and security, I’m glad we could do this.

I want her to realize that she can be anything she damn well pleases. I don’t want anyone to ever tell her that she can’t do something because of her gender (or any other form of discrimination). I want her to grow up in the belief that she can be whoever she wants to be, and people will still love her regardless. I want her to know that the world can be scary, but she doesn’t have to try and figure it all out right away. She has time.

Yeah, I finally got the opportunity to meet the man that instilled these beliefs in me, but, honestly? Being there with her, making her laugh and smile, sharing this experience with her made the whole trip worthwhile.

So I want to say a very sincere thank you to Mark and friends for their wonderful show. You made one little teenager from the middle of nowhere very happy yesterday. Thank you very, very much.

Y’KNOW WHAT REALLY GETS ME?? Keith views himself as serious. He thinks his friends would describe him as serious. 

And mostly that’s true. He rarely jokes around. But then around Lance he’s like-

“what was that? you’re- you’re cutting out I can’t hear you!”

“heh, like that?”

“look, I’m glad we’re all making fun of Lance-”

“wow, it must really be bothering you if you’re coming to talk to me” / “solid math”

I love how the voltron writers love to skip important scenes like reunions, resolutions, and the paladins unlocking different forms of their bayards :)

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Please papa SEGA, let Sonic have more than 2 pairs of slick kicks.