I wanted to draw yet another Mettaton in a fancy suit because apparently I have a thing for my faves in fancy attire so here it is! I couldn’t decide whether I liked the version with or without his makeup so I decided to post both ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
I recently remade my blog so if you haven’t re-followed me yet, please
do so! My old blog had 8.7k followers so I’m hoping to get that back
So…don’t mind me. I was just…really liking my face a few days ago. And took pictures. And sang “My Face” by Dodie Clark which is actually why I changed my face tag to “hello this is my face” because yes.
And with this random burst of confidence in my face, I decided to post these pictures here because why not. Yup. Anywho I hope you don’t mind :D
this week in life drawing we were scheduled to have two models but only one showed up so this scrawny hipster guy who was all set up to draw volunteered to take the model’s place and just like. casually stripped and went about it without a second of hesitation
i have so many questions that i feel will never be answered
“So Oikawa, when are you gonna ask Iwaizumi out?” Makki asked for the third time this practice.
“I told you I’m getting there!” Oikawa shouted, loud enough that nearby team members whipped their heads in his direction. Oikawa quickly lowered his voice. “It’s not that simple Makki! Besides you’re one to talk, you haven’t even asked Mattsun out yet.”
Hanamaki put his hand on his chin and contemplated this for a brief second before turning towards Matsukawa - who was on the complete opposite end of the gym - and shouted. “Hey Matsun! Do you want to go out with me?!
“Yeah sure,” Matsukawa replied, looking only slightly surprised but otherwise unfazed.
“and that’s how it’s done,” Makki nudged Oikawa’s arm with his elbow and walked away, grinning smugly.
Oikawa stared at him wide eyed in disbelief and whispered to himself,
All 182 of you lovelies. (Even the robot spam blogs that follow me).
My 15 year-old brother is kinda going through a rough time because he’s, you know…in high school…and he’s not feelin too great about himself. He is a bass singer in choir at school and in two professional, nationally recognized jazz bands. He’s really mad that he’s not a tenor, though. He thinks people (girls are who he’s most concerned about) are only attracted to high singing voices. Can you all please give this a like or reblog if you love it when someone has a super deep voice? Doesn’t matter what gender or sexuality you are. I keep trying to tell him deep voices are awesome and attractive. He won’t listen. Do me a solid?