but i ran out of colored pictures


panoramic violence, august 2016

Just in case you’d worried I ran out of storm pano’s here are three of my favourites since I started doing the more complex panoramas. last year when i started shooting storms I could only dream of making these pictures. first of seeing these beautiful monsters, second of showing their power and beauty. a lot of dreams. 

stretched out canvas sky. i watched it turn colors in your eyes. we ran from the skyline of this town. we hid in the park for hours past dark and counted the crowd. we watched the moon slip through the trees before losing sight of her. fingers fidget on bottles sweating in the summer heat. trying my hardest to pay attention to the movie screen. i break concentration and get lost in your posture. when your head falls onto my shoulder. i can picture us in black and white films. pale sunsets and we watch them smolder.

things i hate about traditional artwork

-Having to make sure you clean your erasers before you got to erase
-There is no such thing as completely erasing something, it lingers, the ghost of what once was watches you as you try to just ignore it and complete the piece.
-the obvious sign of where you used whiteout
-oops your pencil broke and you cannot find a sharpener/ran out of lead for you mechanical pencil
-Trying to blend colored pencils, markers, etc is just a pain in the ass and 90% doesn’t work quite as well as you’d wish it would
-that perfect hand, body, etc that you just drew needs to be over about an inch or so to be in proportion, don’t weep on your paper or else you’ll tear it as you erase and start over.
-Damn, it’s not like i liked that picture the markers decided to bleed onto
-Accidentally bending the paper
-having to make eight hundred trips a week to recycle because you can’t just throw that much paper in the normal trash bin without feeling extremely bad/guilty
-yes mother i know i have a lot of sketchbooks, please, i know, i need this i’ll pay you back.
-which sketchbook was that in again?
-in person the colors on this piece are beautiful, i’m sorry the camera/scanner doesn’t pick them up very well.
-i’m sure i can drink this open container of beverage, i’m caref-OH MY GOD NO WHY ME WHYYY
-why the hell did you doodle on this piece of work, no i cannot just erase it what the hell is wrong with you
-now that i finished this detail work let me just remove my hand and god fucking dammit i smeared the ink, RIP
-”Wouldn’t it be a shame if your nose were to start bleeding… RIGHT AS YOU LEAN OVER YOUR WORK HAHAHAHHA BITCH”
-no, please don’t try and grab my work while i’m in the process of drawing it, oh thanks you just ripped it…
-indents on the paper that refuse to let you color them in
-literally everything, traditional artwork is awful, everything about this sucks

i had a dream that i was in the middle of the woods with this abandoned cabin and i was being chased by ronald mcdonald and he ran after me with usain bolt speed and pinned me to the floor and before he killed me he took out this fucking golden colored heart necklace with my picture inside and proceeded to rip me into shreds

« I’m horrible at discipline when it comes to working out. I’m one of those people who’s like, ‘Ah, I ran for five minutes. I think I’m good.’ Not the best, so I’ve been working with my trainer Amy Rosoff Davis for a year now, and when we started the tour, I really wanted to keep it up. I wanted to be healthy; I wanted to feel good. I just wanted to make sure I was the best I could be for the show and for my fans. Amy is actually on the road with me, which is really great because she’s the person who comes in when I’m like, ‘I don’t feel like it.’ She’s like, 'No, you’re getting up and you’re working out.’ We’ll do hikes. We have a Pilates machine. I have a sweat bed, which looks like a burrito that I wrap myself up in, and I sweat for about 45 minutes. Just little things to kind of keep me healthy and keep me focused. »


Originally posted by sheisraging

Chris Evans x Teacher! Reader

Imagine: you are a teacher and Chris is your boyfriend He shows up at your school unexpectedly

A/n: this is such a cute request!

Genre: romance, Humor

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, Fluff

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You were a teacher at Chasey elementary school for a kindergarten class. You absolutely adored kids and always had so much fun teaching them. You giggled as one of the youngest, Gracey Trent, showed you a picture of her dog.

“Look, Ms. (y/l/n)! I made a doggy for you!”

“Aww! It’s absolutely beautiful! Thank you so much, Grace.”

She giggled and ran off to color more. A knock on your classroom door came about and you got up from your position on the floor, stretching and cracking your sore muscles. You smiled when your saw your boyfriend’s face making a funny expression at you through the window. Chris had his tongue stuck out to the side and his eyes crossed. You giggled and opened the door, whispering.

“You are going to terrorize the kids.”

Chris chuckled and let his face go back to normal. He shrugged and said.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You chuckled at the memory of Chris terrorizing his friend Jeremy’s kid. You added, making Chris pout.

“I still think Jeremy refuses to forgive you because of this. What are you doing here, exactly?”

Chris shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets, looking over your shoulder.

“What, am I not allowed to visit you?”

“I’m at work!”


You face palmed and felt a tug on your skirt. You looked down to see one of your students. He had a drawing of stick figures, one really tall and one small. Your student explained.

“I made you a picture, Ms. (y/l/n).”

You knelt and smiled wide, hugging him and looking at the picture.

“Aw, is this supposed to be me and you?”

They nodded and you smiled more.

“I love it. I’m gonna hang this up right beside my desk.”

The student smiled and you stood up, watching him run to the coloring group in the corner of the room. Chris smiled and complimented.

“You are really good with kids, you know that right?”

You giggled and shrugged.

“Guess it comes naturally. “

Chris chuckled and asked.

“Can I come in?”

“I don’t know, Chris. I might get in trouble for you being here.”

“Don’t worry, got it covered. Told the front office I was gonna be a guest speaker.”

You gawked at Chris.

“Chris! You lied to the office just to see me?”

Chris gave a nod, his goofy smile still on his face and you facpalmed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“Ph my god, I’m gonna lose my job. Get your ass in here, you clever little meatball.”

He laughed and walked in; giving you a sly grin and you rolled your eyes.


I realized that I forgot I have a LOT of pictures that I never had the chance to color yet. I shall now remedy that! I was actually wondering why I didn’t color this one with the other guardians… and then I remembered that I ran out of a marker I needed. OTL