i got so angry making this

anonymous asked:

hi i kno we all love shane's "hey u demon fuck" but i dont think we realise it came after shane's observation that ryan's hands r shaking. he even looked at ryan and started immediately laughing afterward, which ofc made ryan laugh. i think he did that just to make ryan comfortable again and alleviate his stress, he's so sweet and caring :') alternatively he's a demon who got angry that another demon was making ryan literally shake so he yelled out for him to throw hands :)

you are making me Feel Things at 6:10 in the morning this is illegal

anonymous asked:

I love when you reply something with a masterpost lmao. For me, the funniest things about each member are: Jimin's horror aegyo, Jungkook's jealousy, RM's getting his handshakes rejected since 1994, Jin's Angry-Ahjussi side, Suga's cringe/second-hand embarrassment, J-Hope's bitch face when he goes J-Nope and V's blank expression like he's here on this planet but at the same time he's not lmao.

I just make long posts when I have smth to show or say bc I mainly make compilations so I got a lot of stuff lmao. And sorry, I didn’t answer you in time cos I wanted to add some gifs and stuff for you, but I am feeling overall not well to make any good long answer, I’m really sorry though and thank you for loving them, I really appreciate it bc I want a person to know that I care about asks and I really enjoy making such posts, it’s just that my state isn’t that good, and I don’t want to post some gibberish, so pls forgive me. 

About Namjoon: I literally saw people asking radio station DJs to shake his hand lool, and this tweet made me laugh:

anonymous asked:

Remember, finished is sometimes better than perfect. Dont beat yourself too hard for it. ❤

Well yeah i got the pic finished and i never meanted it to be super detailed and perfect, that’s not the problem. The problem is that i worked on it but still in the end i ended up hating it and it didn’t work out and i couldn’t post anything. It literally feels like someone eating a part of me when i try to draw all day but still i have nothing to post, nothing to show you guys and it makes me feel so awful and angry at myself. Not only do i fail myself but i also fail you guys and that’s the worst feeling

i just can’t believe billysteve is the hill ppl are choosing to die on. like…. literally it’s bc they’re the two conventionally attractive white guys on the show and you wanna write porn. that’s literally it. every “redeeming” factor of billy is all speculation and the whole “billy is a closeted gay man that’s why he’s so awful” seriously makes me wanna die

if we got any other depth MAYBE (??) i would understand but he’s ABUSIVE TO KIDS, he’s RACIST, he ALMOST KILLED STEVE literally the point of his character was to heighten up max bc she stood up to the literal demon in her life, saved steve, helped the party, was overall amazing. but everyone sleeps on max and praises billy the rat i wanna DIE

im so fucking sick and tired of being ignored like i was trying to talk and i started a sentence like three times and each time i got interrupted like half way through by someone saying something completely unrelated…..nobody even tries to listen to me, it makes me so angry and sad and hopeless, they just want me to shut up

anonymous asked:

How are you so sure he loves you more?

Because he never gives me a reason to doubt his love. Because when we’re together he makes sure me, him and my grandma have breakfast and dinner together, every single day. Because when I cry he doesn’t call me dramatic rather he holds me and tells me I’ll be alright despite the fact that he hates tears but he says I’m a God sent gift to him and he could never be angry at me. Because he calls everyday and asks about me first. Because he calls me beautiful every single time when he sees me. Because he never cut his birthday cake until I got there and he cut it only with me. Because he sends me selfies to make me happy. Because he brings me to places even though he hates people most of the time. Because he wants to buy his neighbours house so I can live right beside him forever. Because he’s not afraid to tell the world I’m his favourite person. Because he takes me on walks with him and because he’s okay with my silence. I know for sure he loves me most anon, sorry for my extraness

ineptshieldmaid  asked:

Sam I have an important Chicago question: just north of the DuSable bridge there is a statue of what looks like Abe Lincoln excitedly taking a man in a knitted sweater on a first date. I only saw it from a bus, so didn't get either a photo or an explanation. Can you explain this phenomenon? Are Abe and Sweater Man happy???


You have triggered the rage within me, so now you will ALL be treated to an outside-the-readmore screed about SEWARD GODDAMN JOHNSON. 

I don’t normally attack artists because a) it scares my friends who are artists (I love you all, you are beautiful, don’t be afraid) and b) honestly most artists don’t deserve the level of vitriol I’m about to employ. I want you all to remember that the seething hatred I feel for Seward Johnson is driven in large part by class consciousness. 

But not entirely. So let’s begin. 

First what you have to know is that Seward Johnson is a “sculptor”. If you google “seward johnson sculpture” you’ll get an idea of his work, most of which is terrible. I feel okay calling his work terrible because he is also the scion of the family that founded SC Johnson Johnson & Johnson (my bad), so he has all the money he needs and could step back, do his art for funsies, and let people with actual talent or two original thoughts in their heads exhibit their art, but he doesn’t, he forces his terrible art on all of us. 

The reason I harbor such animosity towards Seward Johnson is that he has been exhibiting on Pioneer Plaza (that area north of the DuSable Bridge) for almost a decade now, and when I worked in the north loop I had to walk past his art every day. It was bad enough when the sculpture was American Gothic, rendered without talent or meaning into three dimensions and provided with luggage. 

How very fucking dare you, you talentless hack

These things are sculpted out of what amounts basically to styrofoam painted in rubberized/weatherized paint, so they are fragile, and tourists were constantly climbing on Farmer’s shoes and falling into them when they found out it wasn’t the cheap but supple fiberglass you would expect of a tacky monstrosity more suited to a roadside motel than the business district of a major metropolitan city. (I would imagine this is why Abraham Lincoln And The Mayonnaise Sandwich has a little fence around it.) 

But American Gothic Motel Attraction was mostly just annoying because it was meaningless, derivative, and CONSTANTLY covered in gawkers getting in everyone’s way. 

Additionally, Seward Johnson’s sculptures on the Plaza are very popular photo spots for tourists, who carry lots of cash and are constantly distracted, which means beginning with The Assault On American Gothic it became a very popular spot for pickpockets. Which means members of our staff, who had nothing to do with this mess, got pickpocketed as collateral damage about once a week during the exhibition of…. 

Forever Marilyn.


This is a very famous image of Marilyn Monroe which is horrifying for the following reasons that Seward Johnson appears not to have understood nor cared about:

a) The day this was shot, on an open set with people leering at her all day, her husband, professional athlete and dirtbag Joe DiMaggio, found out about the filming. Rather than comfort his wife, who had been through some shit already that day, he became angry she’d been showing her panties in public and beat her so badly the neighbors called the police on him. Joe DiMaggio also go fuck yourself. 

b) IT’S IN A MOVIE INFAMOUSLY SET IN NEW YORK. To quote a local newspaper, “Did Chicago lose a bet?”

c) Yes, you can look up and see her panties. While this is juvenile, it’s not nearly as juvenile as the literally thousand of photographs I angrily photobombed of some douchebro from Fuckville Middle America in a backwards baseball cap standing between her legs with his face tilted upwards and his tongue out. 

Oh and btw before it was unveiled it looked like this: 

For literal days, before it was installed, she had a bag over her head. (For more on this, though the pictures are now missing, you can read my reaction post here.)

In any just world, there would be a trap door between her legs and everyone who tried to do the upskirt shot would fall into a pit where they would be forced to give five dollars to women’s shelters before they were allowed to leave. THAT would have been interesting art. 

Sidebar, both as contrast and because I love it: Marilyn left a few years ago and was briefly replaced by a refreshing and beautiful piece called The Watch, by Hebru Brantley. The Watch was playful and interesting and didn’t have a single upskirt. Hebru Brantley is a wonderful artist in his own right, but he was also a welcome breath of fresh air after Johnson’s mediocre tribute to sexual assault. 

The Watch was a temporary installation, however, and eventually along came Abraham Lincoln Approves Of White Men

It is an unfortunate coincidence that Confused Closeted Republican there is wearing khakis and a white shirt, the new uniform of the alt right, and it’s also coincidence that this is facing Trump Tower, but it’s not exactly helping Seward Johnson’s cause that he chose the blandest outfit possible for Paean To Confused White Bread. The sculpture is meant to be Lincoln, the darling of Illinois, welcoming a visitor to our fair city, but it sure does look like fresh meat is about to get a free trip to Boys Town with the Sixteenth President of the United States. 

This is what I mean when I say Seward Johnson lacks not only skill but also understanding: he clearly didn’t know that Lincoln’s sexuality is under enough debate to have its own wikipedia page, and he either didn’t know or didn’t care that Marilyn Monroe was nearly killed by her husband for shooting that scene. All he cares about is image and he’s bad at reproducing image. That is not a well-executed rendering of how human beings are, and dynamically speaking it’s boring. If he were good at visuals or if he had something meaningful to say I would be less angry, but he is mediocre at best and the statements his sculptures make are banal pap if they make any at all. 

But he is rich, and I guess either he likes Chicago or he’s got blackmail on Sam Zell, owner of Pioneer Plaza, so he gets to spatter his hideous, meaningless masturbation in my city. And lest you think Seward Johnson got here on his own merits, Forever Marilyn, now on tour from coast to coast, is owned by The Sculpture Foundation, which is heavily subsidized by Seward Johnson. He basically founded a nonprofit to ensure his work gets toured around and publicized and to ensure that if no museum wants it, it has a place to go to die (Palm Springs, CA). 

In short, I hope Abe and Sweater Man are happy, because at least then something good has come out of Seward Johnson’s astounding mediocrity. That said, if you are passing his latest work, spit on it for me. As performance art.


You know i love smth if i make a khr crossover. Anyway Bakugou’s still stuck at episode 2 because he still hates Deku (tsuna)

8059 LIVES!!!

fun fact: I fucking lost the 1st picture (somehow it got corrupt) and I didnt save the sai file I was so angry, good thing I sent these to my friend so I have a copy

Moral of the story: send your finished art to ur friends so u have a back up.

anonymous asked:

If you wanna write a ficlet based on the tags you put about Derek not being good at receiving compliments so stiles compliments him always I can guarantee you that I will 100% read it and reblog it and comment about how much I love it :D

Well how can I resist that??

The first time it happened, Stiles didn’t think anything of it. Standing over the smoldering remains of the creature that just tried to kill them, he said “nice job”, gave Derek a friendly slap on the back, and suggested they go out for celebratory we didn’t die today milkshakes. He was pleasantly surprised when Derek both agreed and paid, and he dipped fries in both to see if they went better with his strawberry or Derek’s chocolate.

(The answer was chocolate, and Derek didn’t even get mad when three of Stiles’ fries were lost in his shake.)

The second time, he was marveling at the obscure text Derek managed to track down and said, “dude, you are literally the best, I’m buying you pizza!” And shockingly, Derek let him, and even told him what toppings he wanted. That might not seem like much in the grand scheme of things, but Stiles had spent years watching in silent judgment as Derek picked off half the toppings from the pizzas he ordered for the pack, as if he couldn’t get another for himself that he actually liked.

Stiles told him he liked the way he rearranged the loft, and Derek sat through the entire extended edition of The Fellowship of the Ring on his new flat screen.

When he mentioned liking the fancy pasta dish Derek made and asked for a lesson to make it, Derek agreed. He showered compliments on Derek’s meticulous overhaul of the bestiary and Derek let him borrow three books.

Derek never let anyone borrow his books, they never left the loft.

These events were all spread out enough that it took a while to click, but when it did, it was both a revelation and incredibly depressing: Derek had no idea what to do with even the most casual of compliments.

Sarcasm was no issue, Stiles knew that much—he’d personally thrown out enough nice martyr complex, jackass and the like to figure that out—but anything that was even remotely sincere?

He started paying attention after that, to the way Derek would stiffen and his eyes would widen a bit before his face closed off again. He would go quiet, maybe nod, and quickly agree to pretty much anything just to get the focus back off himself.

Because Derek was actually embarrassed by compliments.

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pyreo  asked:

hey, in relation to that good comic, I know you've drawn Sans smiling, looking smartass-y and being distressed and whatnot, but have you drawn him like that, just really outright angry? :> I would wanna see that if you had.

now that i think about it, i don’t think i have? i’ve drawn him looking “dangerous” plenty of times which i guess is kind of like angry, but even then i usually draw him smiling. 

so here are some angry sanses in weirdly specific situations. it’s just gangster au sans, though, hope that’s okay :>

the “someone’s making fun of your brother and doesn’t know when to stop” anger:

the “you got your ass kicked and while you were unconscious they sent your sweet little brother on a dangerous job on his own” anger (okay, so this ended up looking more like worry and disbelief than anger, but i liked it so i wanna post it):

the “you’re forced to watch your brother get beaten up and are unable to do anything about it” anger:


Just a couple of Don’t Starve doodles DON’T MIND ME AND MY OBSCURE SHIPS

I think a lot about what could Wes possibly do to make Maxwell so angry he had to trap him in his own set piece heavily guarded by his best robots…. 

I have a few headcanons but,, yeah, he’s GOT to be pretty badass to piss him off like that…

I also like to think since he’s normally a sweet and patient guy, he must have a lot of bottled up anger, and become pretty violent when his sanity is low.

Or maybe I’m just looking for excuses to draw him covered in blood. That’s very plausible too 

All of the angry anti-radfem stuff that I see about periods has lately been bothering me. I’ve been in my bed today, with heating pads and ibuprofen, trying to distract myself from my uterus twisting around, and I’ve been giving it some thought.

A few days ago I saw someone say that older radfems “teach younger women to drink period blood”. I see complains about uterus artwork, about women who use period blood in their wiccan/witchcraft rituals, women being asked not to speak about their periods as women, and of course women describing vulvas as a “nightmare of flesh”. We’re accusing of reducing ourselves to genitalia, of being obsessed with our periods, told that nobody is oppressed because of their menstrual cycle (sometimes, of course, they add “in America”, as if female oppression is something else we’ve outsourced).

My mom told me that, when she was a kid, she didn’t wrap up a tampon enough when she threw it in the trash. Her dad called her in and hit her because “her brothers could have seen”. She tells me that one of the first times she fell in love with my dad was when she found out he kept tampons in his bathroom “just in case”. 

I remember being told that I couldn’t use the bathroom once in middle school, as I had already gone that class. My friend gave me a sweatshirt to tie around my waist after I bled through my pants. 

I remember in gym class, when we went out to run, trying to explain to my male teacher that I couldn’t run because I was on my period. He told me that I didn’t have a sick note and that telling him was inappropriate. I threw up on the track.

When I talk to doctors about my irregular periods, they tell me I must use hormonal birth control. We don’t have any medications that weren’t made to make women sexually available. The “period” you get on birth control is withdrawal from hormones. Nobody tells me for years that hormonal birth control doesn’t mix with mood disorders. Five doctors put me on this routine. Each time I go crazy. When I refuse with the last doctor, tell her I can’t do it again, she tells me to “grow up”.

My period hurts, hurts more than it should, with PCOS. My grandmother had it, had surgery after surgery like many women in her family, to remove ovaries bit by bit. They wouldn’t take them all out at first because, the doctors said, they might want to give birth. My grandmother calls it “her cancer”, because that’s how the doctor described it to her.

I know a woman who passed out in class. The teacher called an ambulance, and when they got there and she woke up she was mortified. She had endometriosis and she was angry that others had seen her in pain. I read later that cramps can be more painful than a heart attack. 

I ask if I can postpone a meeting at a job until the next day. My co-worker asks if I am PMSing because I’ve been so grumpy all day. I go to the restroom and vomit, because the nausea from my period is so awful. I miss days sometimes because I can’t make it out of bed.

So when I see positivity about periods, when I see people trying to make art about this thing we have in common, when I see women talking about ways to make their period more comfortable, when I see the stitched pads they make, when I see people who can view the period as somehow divine, I truly do appreciate it. It isn’t gross, or awful. What’s gross and awful is telling us to be silent, not letting us learn, not making accommodations, the idea that this is a thing that we have to actively hide.

I don’t think those things are “glorifying” periods, but so what if they are? I think that taking something that hurts and making it into something positive and beautiful is incredible. I think that accepting ourselves as we are and finding ways to love that are some of the best things we can do in life.

So, as I lay here, in a lot of pain, I just want to say thanks for all the talk about menstruation. I love your uterus art. I love the things that I’ve learned from women about menstruation–why we have periods and how that relates to our bodies avoiding pregnancy, what normal periods should look like, signs and symptoms of gynecological disorders, and how to use menstrual products that are less toxic to our bodies.

Our periods shouldn’t have a stigma, and we should remember that we aren’t alone. Cheers, and I hope all of you have a great day today :)

  • Justin: "I was getting my Munch Squad on at McDonald's. When I sat down for my feast, a guy walked in the door, looked at me, and said, "Idiot can't even make his own pancakes, how pathetic."
  • *Justin begins laughing mid-sentence*
  • Griffin: Don't laugh at that! I mean it's, it's a power play.
  • Justin: This person was just eating breakfast at McDonald's, and when they sat down to eat a guy walked in the door, looked at them and said, "Idiot can't make his own pancakes, how pathetic." - And then walked back out! What is this fuckin' mysterious assassin? "I tried to enjoy my meal but all I could taste were dejection and tears. How can I track this guy down, explain how restaurants work and then project the image of a man who definitely understands the process of making pancakes to every stranger I encounter." And that's from Hobbes.
  • ...
  • Justin: Here's the nicer, amazing way of doing this. Walk into McDonald's, see somebody eating a stack of pancakes, hand them a recipe for pancakes, and then walk out the door.
  • ...
  • Travis: I wanna be in the head of the person who's walking by McDonald's, sees someone eatin' a stack of flapjacks and is like, I GOTTA go in there and say somethin'.
  • Justin: I gotta get'em.
  • Griffin: Fucking double parks...
  • Travis: Just pulls up on the lawn of McDonald's, rolls out.
  • Justin in a deeper voice: Victoria just go around the block, I'm just...I'm just gonna be a sec.
  • ...
  • Justin: Listen, I know we try to keep it nice on this show, we try not to be mean... This is maybe the funniest thing I've ever heard. I'm really trying so hard not to be entertained by this.
  • Griffin: It's not funny that you got bullied and it's not funny that this person's an ass. What's funny is the idea of walking into a restaurant, just already - just pre-angry that people here are eating things that they could just as easily make at home.

i was rewatching IT and these are the things i nitpicked noticed/thought

after Stan was attacked in the sewers, while the Losers (sans Bill, that hypocrite) were comforting him, Eddie had his face tucked near Stan’s neck, murmuring comforting things to him and I’m just.

eddie and richie’s long ass hug at the end of the blood oath

the way stan grinned at richie and eddie after he said “i hate you”

after bill saw georgie’s coat, richie and eddie take their (rightful) place by his side, and that’s kinda symbolic since they’re the “founders” of the losers club

ben’s teal hoodie

bill’s pretty darn annoying. i love him but goddamn does the lad make me want to sit him down and have a good long talk about the horrors and misfortune that’ll befall his friends

also, regarding the projector scene. richie didn’t just pull eddie to him, he tugged.

when they were in the sewers, it’s always ed who points out when someone is missing.

the lil curl that bev’s hair does when it’s wet

also why didnt bev’s dad already notice the card ben gave her in the bathroom scene ? it was right on the fuckin bathtub for christ’s sake

the way eddie was tryna fight off a smile when Pharmacy Bitch was “signing” his cast

also the way his face fell when he saw what she wrote

(it made me want to fuckin fight a child)

the way eddie’s mom shouts, “don’t do this to me!”

eddie’s constantly so fuckin worried man it makes me want to just bundle him up

Where The Fuck Are Ben’s Folks?

henry fuckin cowering from his pa made me unbearably angry

henry’s pa just makes me fuckin livid

the way henry walks when he sees the balloon? he

also henry friends going, “are you ok” in that concerned way really puts layers to their character

(jack dylan grazer is a gorgeous child??? the)

he’s got Beauty Moles n shit

also sophia lillis kinda sorta looks like lily collins

(i cast my gal sophia as ariel in the live action little mermaid)

the way stan constantly sounds nervous

eddie’s really small.

richie and eddie’s banter about the loogie

also, richie and eddie is always at odds. it’s like they’re competing on who can say the most words in the shortest period of time

stan “i’m fuckin done” uris

the way bill’s lips twitched when stan said he hates him

also, bill “let’s not split up” denbrough turnin into bill “brb i gotta go check some shit out lol” denbrough real fuckin quick

the way they’re just.. takin snacks from eddie’s house. den mom eddie (?)

eddie, stan, and mike being on the same Not Really Digging Bill’s Hobby Of Spending Time In The Sewer team

when richie was panicking (at the MISSING poster), eddie was just covering his mouth helplessly

richie finally becoming part of Not Really Digging Bill’s Shit team after he managed to get all of them (mostly his boy eddie) in danger


❛    we  are  capable  of  love  but  choose  to  be  toxic.   ❜ 
❛    you  have  a  sadness  living  in  places  sadness  shouldn’t  live. ❜
❛    i’m  difficult  to  forget  and  not  easy  for  the  mind  to  follow.  ❜
❛    you  are  a  war.   ❜     
❛    every  revolution  starts  and  ends  with  his  lips.   ❜
❛    the  truth  is..  you  make  me  speechless  ❜
❛    he  makes  my  tongue  so  weak  it  forgets  what  language  to  speak  in.  ❜
❛    what  drives  you  crazy?  what  keeps  you  up  at  night?  ❜
❛    so  that’s  what  you  do..  you  command  attention.  ❜
❛    you  look  like  you  smell  of  honey  and  no  pain.  ❜      
❛    i  always  get  myself  into  this  mess.  ❜
❛    i’m  a  dreamer  and  that  will  be  the  death  of  me.  ❜
❛    you  were  so  distant.  i  forgot  you  were  there  at  all.  ❜
❛    don’t  mistake  salt  for  sugar.  if  he  wants  to  be  with  you.. he will.  ❜       
❛    you  were  temptingly  beautiful       but  stung  when  i  got  too  close.  ❜
❛    don’t  come  here  with  expectations  and  try  to  make  a  vacation  out  of  me.  ❜
❛    the  thing  worth  holding  on  would  of  never  let  go.  ❜
❛    love  made  the  danger  in  you  look  like  safety.  ❜
❛    i  don’t  grieve..  i  shatter.  ❜       
❛    when  i’m  angry,  i  don’t  yell        i  burn.  ❜
❛    we  began  with  honesty.  let  us  end  in  it,  too.  ❜
❛    your  voice  alone  drives  me  to  tears.  ❜
❛    like  a  broken  promise..  let  it  go.  ❜
❛    our  backs  tell  stories  no  books  have  have  the  spine  to  carry.  ❜  
❛    you  were  a  dragon  long  before  he  came  around  and  said  you  could  fly.  you  will  remain  a  dragon  long  after  he’s  left.  ❜
❛    the  world  gives  you  so  much  pain,  and  here  you  are  making  gold  out  of  it.  ❜     
❛    you  split  me  open  in  the  most  honest  way  there  is.  ❜


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anonymous asked:

I love your humanstuck designs! How about some humanstuck Terezi or Vriska?

two for the price of one, heres angsty gfs

Have fun being stranded in the Philippines.

Please be patient, the buildup to this is intense and long but the resulting revenge has probably put me on the Devil’s shortlist. (tl:dr at the end)

About 3 months before I finally quit, I was getting really pissed. Management was never in the office, the Owner couldn’t make up his mind about anything, and so many people were quitting that I ended up being the only Programmer/Developer in an office of about 50 people… for a company that received 95% of its business from online sales. People started taking credit for my work and I decided to quit. Looked around for jobs, found one pretty quickly, and put in my two weeks notice with a nice little note that simply said something to the effect of “I hereby resign, effective blah blah blah”.

Lo and behold the man who had in the last few days become my manager (we’ll call him Frank) instead of idk maybe promoting the only programmer in the company to the head of the development department, begged me to stay, promised me a raise, and told me about their new project and how he wanted me to be involved.

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