fun but dumb

soundssimpleright  asked:

Thank you for sharing Pangur and your other kitties with us. They brighten my day whenever I see them, and I hope your blog has been a net positive for you. Please don't ever feel you need to apologize for taking care of yourself. I know it can suck to feel like you're disappointing people, but I admire you for standing up for yourself. I've seen a lot of generous people get burned out from Tumblr fame, and it's always a shame. All the best!

what a lovely message, thank you!

I’ve actually been surprised by how well folk respond to me setting boundaries -  it’s a huge relief that despite this blog’s growth, I can have as much fun posting photos of my dumb pets now as I did back with 200 followers

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i guess they’re bad guys or something, idk. I was just thinking about Godzilla dat boi for some reason so have this catbro who is some villain posse with his big buff cheeto puff partner, and basically uses his powers to score free wifi, dick around, and bring memes to life. He totally does sailor moon and jjba poses when doing his magic junk I bet

(( And the next page of this week~<3 this one was really fun to do since I had to feature the lovely ink in his doodle sphere~<3))

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huge spider in the kitchen. steve and i both tried to jump into eachothers arms to escape, collided in mid air, and both got knocked out. spider vanished. we have to burn the tower down
Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws have a disney movie night where they watch multiple disney or pixar movies and then have analytical conversations about them.

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NUTCRACKER AU SKETCH AVALANCHE! *whomp* I’ve been using this silly idea as a way to sketch and explore on the ipad using the Procreate App (terrible name, good app).

The basic story idea is that Christine finds a saves an ugly, old Nutcracker from being thrown out of the Garnier’s prop department. After a surreal battle with some rodents of unusal sizes, Christine’s Nutcracker comes to life and whisks her away into some strange winter land, hoping that she can help him break the spell that makes him a giant, creepy nutcracker. They both decide to “enlist”  (i.e., ambiguously kidnap) the powers of the Sugarplum Fairy who is under the possession of this Rat King Guy. Magic questing chaos ensues!

Characters from my comic  @fantome-stein !

@ thedrawingduke on twitter + instagram + facebook

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..Wendy.

I kinda like that sketchy style, I might keep it :p

Soo I finally decided to answer some older asks. It’s gonna take me only like, what, 40 years?

for some reason I get a lot of asks for Laxus and Cobra’s first meeting, so expect that sometime in the future

in the next 100 years

also:

reason number 345678 why Acno shouldn’t be a parent

nerd shaming

There was an Off Topic Podcast where they talked about Ryan over-reacting dramatically to small things in GTA lat’s plays, mostly through the influence of Gavin. It got me thinking of like, super paranoid Vagabond. He’s been in the business for so long, that he’s become super cautious. He doesn’t want to lose a(nother) crew. If there’s even a whiff of cops being nearby when they’re trying to kidnap someone, their would-be-victim instantly get a bullet to the head and the crew is forced to retreat. If someone fires a bullet at any of them, Ryan’s pulling out a machine gun, or on a memorable occasion, a fucking flamethrower and going to town on the dude. Everything is an over-reaction, and Gavin, little shit, knows this. He knows that if he yells, or acts scared, or shoots his gun at nothing, Ryan will come flying in, giving all he has to remove the danger. 

This is all fun and games until Ryan catches on, and he starts ignoring him. Gavin shoots the wall next to Ryan, and he just turns to look at him, eyes cold behind the mask as he stares at Gavin with disapproval. Gavin screams ‘They’re coming!’, and Ryan doesn’t even bother to ask who, just keeps piling money into the bag. It’s like the boy who cried wolf. It ends the same way. 

Weapons deal, Golden Boy goes in, told to leave his guard dog and all weapons at the door. Ryan doesn’t like it, but remembering that Gavin’s with him makes him refuse to act on his paranoia, to retain his pride. They people they’re dealing with don’t take their coms, either through laziness or lack of noticing. Ryan stands by the closed door, waiting for Gavin to come back. He’s listening to the conversation and kind of zones out. He just barely notices the other man in the room say ‘I’ll be right back.’ There’s a few seconds pause then Gavin starts sounding alarmed. 

‘What have you got that out for? This is just a weapons deal, not a demonstration.’ Ryan shakes his head. He knows Gavin’s alone, the guy just left the room, it’s a stupid prank. 

‘Mate, come on, you really want to shoot me? You’d have the entirety of the Fake AH Crew chasing you down.’ Gavin is starting to sound a little more alarmed, but Ryan still refuses to move. Golden Boy is a convincing actor, but Ryan refuses to be a part of this play. He shuffles, content to let Gavin play it out until the weapons dealer comes back, when he finally hears the voice of the man Gavin is talking to. 

‘The Fake AH Crew isn’t gonna do shit. The Vagabond won’t hear a thing and by the time he thinks to check on you, we’ll be long gone. Say goodbye Boy.’ Ryan recognises the voice of Mr. E. Everytime he hears it, he’s flooded with thoughts of putting him in the ground, preferably in a casket. 

‘Don’t do-’ There’s a gunshot, and Ryan hears a sound like a bird. 

‘Don’t move so much. It’ll hurt more, the more I shoot you and miss the vital bits. Do you wanna go quick or bleed out?’ Mr. E’s voice imitates that of a kind friend offering food, but is spoilt by the obvious joy he derives from watches Gavin squirm like a headless chicken.  

Ryan busts open the door, with one good, solid kick next to the handle. Before Mr. E or Gavin even have time to scream, two shots ring out. One hits Mr. E solidly in the chest, where he dies on impact. The other hits Gavin in the shoulder. ‘Shit.’ Ryan tucks away his gun and moves to Gavin who’s desperately trying to hold the blood inside himself. Ryan is quick to notice the blood on the left calf of his pants. Making a decision, he picks Gavin up and sets him on his shoulders in a fire mans carry, Gavin squeaking in pain all the while as Ryan carries him to their car and plonks him in the passenger seat. There’s an awkward silence only broken by the occasional groan as Gavin tries to wrap fabric around his ankle and hold his shoulder at the same time. 

‘I’m sorry.’ Ryan stares resolutely forwards, focusing on getting them to Caleb as soon as possible to get Gavin patched up.

‘Me too.’ Gavin gives up on his ankle and just leans back in his seat.

‘You know, if you hadn’t tried to trick me all those times, I would have trusted you, and not let you get shot.’ Ryan tries to crack a joke but it falls flat.

‘… Shut up Ryan.’