don't be afraid of my cookies

anonymous asked:

HEY. WE NEED YOU, HEAR ME? SOME STUPID PERSON WHO DOES NOT RESPECT SOMEONES WORK COULD NOT JUST COMPEL YOU TO STOP! we really need you, we really want to see the advenrures of Joey Drew Studios. Especially I am... So, I hope you will pick yourself up and show those thief who is the boss here!!! We need you, hear it? And I know that you are little strong cookie! So don't be afraid, we love you! ***smooch you in forehead*** Keep creating, my little sheep :*

Oh believe me I’m NOT giving up! I will still be drawing! Especially the studio. I’m too invested to just give up art - can you imagine!
Naw- the only thing I’m doing is not posting art anymore. I’ve done everything from messaging them personally, making posts on the topic and putting ‘Do not repost’ on my work but there was no change.

This is the only option I have in afraid. I’ve lost trust. Sorry!

MBTI Types as Melanie Martinez Lyrics
  • ISTJ: "I'm so unprepared, I'm fucking scared."
  • ESTJ: "Uh-oh, there it goes. I said too much, it overflowed."
  • INFP: "I'm laughing, I'm crying. It feels like I'm dying. I'm dying. I'm dying."
  • ENFP: "Oh, come, take my hand and run through playland. So high, too high at the carnival."
  • ISFJ: "Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you. A little bit of sugar, but lot's of poison, too."
  • ESFJ: "Stitched you up, put you together with cotton and feather. Gave you love, put my heart inside you."
  • INTP: "I don't give a shit about you anyway. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?"
  • ENTP: "The normals, they make me afraid. The crazies, they make me feel safe."
  • ISTP: "Tell you a secret: I'm not alarmed. So what if I'm crazy? The best people are."
  • ESTP: "Love everything you do, when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do."
  • INFJ: "You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone. Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong."
  • ENFJ: "If I share my toys, will you let me stay? Don't want to leave this play date with you."
  • INTJ: "Everyone thinks that we're perfect. Please don't let them look through the curtains."
  • ENTJ: "I'll cut you up and make you dinner. You've reached the end, you are the winner."
  • ISFP: "You smell just like vanilla, you taste like buttercream. You're filling up my senses with empty calories."
  • ESFP: "I'm nuts, baby I'm mad, the craziest friend that you've ever had."

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still doing them or not, but I'd love to see your impression of Lemony Snicket, since you're rereading the books and have me rehooked on them as well.

If you are looking for tales of sunshine and happiness, I am dreadfully sorry to inform you that you have come to the wrong place. My close personal friend Laris, a nobleman in eastern Europe and a devoted collector of antique cookie jars, has a favorite expression, which I am afraid is also rather cliché: “You are barking up the wrong tree,” a phrase which here means “you should look somewhere else, because this tree has nothing but heartbreak in its branches.”

If you want happy endings, you should stop reading right now and read something else, perhaps a lovely short story about a kitten jumping in and out of a box, blissfully unaware of the horrors contained in this volume. 

Though I certainly hope you have stopped reading and gone out to enjoy this Very Fine Day, on the unlikely chance you have continued, I suppose I should begin spinning this dreadful yarn, a phrase which here means “telling this very sad story.”

A very tall, very thin man with a ponytail and a bit of scruff walked down a dreary street, much like the rainy streets of Seattle, a city in which I am no longer welcome. At the time of this writing, I cannot be certain which street he walked down, but I can be certain that it was rainy and dreary.

“My,” the man said, “it’s certainly rainy and dreary." 

The woman walking with him, who was significantly shorter and significantly more confident than him, gave a small laugh. "Did they not have rain where you come from?” She asked sardonically, a word which here means “knowing full well that they had rain where he came from, but intending to tease him for saying the obvious.”

“You know full well we had rain where I come from,” he explained, “although we did not have these excellent garments that protect you from the elements. ‘Garment’ means–”

“–I know what 'garment’ means,” she interrupted, “it’s a piece of clothing.” While you and I know that interrupting someone while they talk is rude, sometimes it is even ruder to assume your friend does not know a simple word, and it is important to interrupt them to explain that they are being condescending, a word which here means “talking to you as though you were stupid.”

“It is an excellent piece of clothing,” he marveled, a word which here means “thought was awesome,” at his slick raincoat.

“Well, you’re not in Kansas anymore,” the woman said. The man was not from Kansas, and the woman knew that. She was making a reference to a dreadful film in which a grown woman attempts to kidnap a teenage girl’s dog, the teenage girl is severely concussed in a tornado, falls into a coma, and has terrifying dreams in which she murders a witch with the assistance of a lion, a robot, and a golem made of straw. 

The man laughed and looked down at his coat. At that very moment, however, he tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and his croissant fell into a puddle. He stumbled to grab it in time, but it was simply too late. The croissant was a soggy wad, and completely inedible. 

I hate to leave you with another cliché phrase, but there is a saying that goes “you should never cry over spilt milk.” You and I know that this is ridiculous. Perhaps you really wanted that milk. Perhaps you spilled it on a happier book than this one, ruining the text inside and forcing you to read this tome of misery. Perhaps you, as I have almost done several times in a town not far from yours, were dying of thirst and that milk was all you had to sustain you. There are many reasons to cry over spilt milk.

However, in this case, the man felt like crying over dropped croissant. He did not cry, however, because he knew that it would do him no good. He could get another croissant, even if he could not rewrite the sorrows of what was now, and what will now always be, the past. 

snowmancer  asked:

I like the concept of Delve, but am afraid if its execution will deliver in KTK. You'd probably say "why don't you play it first?" and I will. However, my argument is that when Delve becomes more or less must-pay tax to make a card actually playable, it's bad. A 8cc 3/5 deathtouch? Without Delve, it's flat out bad. With it, it's acceptable, but not good. I understand things should be kept in balance, but if this way was how you'd execute Delve, I'd rather see a different mechanic for Sultai.

“Eggs? I don’t know about these cookies?” : )

This joke will make sense soon. : )