You’re damn right I’m not done drawing things for this series yet. This one was kinda quick, and I’d originally intended to do it in watercolor but apparently that was not to be. I’ll probably give it another try later, I just wanted to put something up tonight and this still came out pretty well, I think.
I love it when you’re watching Monster Factory and you already know the name of the creation and Justin and Griffin start to name them, and there’s this wonderful juicy moment watching them almost get it, before bing bang boom you’ve got it.
The whole goal of this night was fun. They just scored some fake IDs, practice for tomorrow was
cancelled, and one of the clubs on campus is having $10 bottomless cup night.
Whiskey’s plan was to get drunk, maybe dance a little, stop by that greasy
pizza place on the walk back to the dorm, then crash until noon. Fun.
He did not expect this night to be a hazard to his goddamn
health. And yet here he is, watching Tango dance like he’s trying to end
I get to finally reveal this! I definitely pushed my limits by attempting characters and ships I hadn’t really written before and I’m so glad I can finally tell everyone it’s mine! I’m really proud of it! So have some Alyadrien and Ninette with some implied future OT4 (if these idiots can ever learn to talk about their feelings, of course).
— É tudo tabu esse negócio de que o pessoal só se droga em festa eletrônica. Não é mentira, mas esse negócio de generalizar, uh, nada legal. — Maksin negou com a cabeça falando com a pessoa que estava a sua frente, animado com o assunto mesmo que nem tivesse reparado se ela estava interessada ou não. — Mas eu garanto que a próxima vai ser fenomenal! Muitos artistas vão, inclusive, e é claro que eu não peguei no pé de ninguém só porque eu sou uma das trações principais. Seryoznyy, vai ser meu primeiro grande show e eu ia ficar muito feliz em te ver na plateia. E não vou contar pra ninguém se você usar drogas, vale a pena pensar nisso.
On this day in music history: August 11, 1973 - Eighteen year old Jamaican born DJ Kool Herc (aka Clive Campbell) throws a block party in the first floor rec room of his apartment building at 1520 Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx in New York City. Advertised as a “Back To School Jam”, flyers handwritten on 3x5 index cards are distributed widely throughout the neighborhood. The event is filled to capacity, attracting 300 people. Herc sets up his powerful sound system in the room, spinning a mixture of R&B, Funk, Latin and Rock records. Using duplicate copies of the same record on two turntables, Herc isolates and extends the breakdown of these songs to the delight of the crowd. The event is a huge success and leads to the DJ spinning at even larger events on the streets and in clubs in and around the Bronx. However, the first party is regarded as a watershed event in history as the birth of the Hip Hop Movement. Happy 43rd Birthday, Hip Hop!!!