potato letters

Thanks Again for Participating in the Fresh_Hell/Fatal Fools Event!

It is, unfortunately (or fortunately) over. All radical things must come to an end, my dude. For those who missed it or missed part of it, or just want to relive the nightmare fun all over again, the first official post of the event was THIS ONE. I added a ‘next’ button to each post to take you through the event, all the way through to the end. Once I get the chance, I’ll add this entire event to the Story Archive page.

I’m really glad so many folks got a kick out of it! I actually wasn’t planning on releasing the YOLO.exe comic just yet but then I thought of this silly idea and the timing was right and I just thought it was way too entertainingly dumb to not go for it XD And I’m glad I did! I didn’t get to do all that I wanted to do, but it turned out so much better than I had planned :D


I didn’t get to answer anywhere near as many as I wanted to, but I read them all and thought they were amazing, hilarious, and sweet XD Thanks for all of your great questions and support. You’re all so awesome <3

Also, running an ask blog (even for a few measly hours) is HARD WORK. OH MY GOSH. If you follow any ask blogs go tell them thank you and that you appreciate what they do. Draw them a picture or something. They deserve it.

Lastly, let me just clear up a few things about what was part of the joke and what wasn’t:

* YOLO.exe is a real side comic (still non-canon) that will be completed

* I’m not going on a mini-hiatus because of computer issues (of all things this was the thing I was most nervous joking about XD). Chapter Three isn’t ready yet and I’m still planning, but no hiatus for me right now

* Fatal_Error’s fine, he just needs to walk it off, or…something…probably?

* Dunno where Fresh is? Not here probably. Also Fresh_Hell isn’t available for questions :)

Okay I think that’s all!

Peace out, brahs <3 BD

Help a little autistic girl keep access to the only food she’ll eat!

I don’t normally do this but they’re so close to the needed amount of signatures and it’s such a simple thing.

Basically Ruby, 5, has autism and as a result she has a highly specific diet. She absolutely refuses to eat any other foods for her meals and it’s been going on for years – any attempts to get her to try new foods just stresses her out and makes her stop eating. Ruby’s favourite food is letter-shaped potatoes, but only a specific brand: the ones from the British superstore Tesco.

Tesco have stopped manufacturing these potato letters and Ruby’s family are running out of them. They occasionally run out now, until friends can locate some still in stock for them. When they run out, Ruby doesn’t eat at all. She becomes distressed, has traumatic meltdowns, and now has so much anxiety related to meal times that she has started to refuse to eat her other meals, too. She’s only 5 years old, and the petition only needs 900 more signatures at time of posting this.

Should enough attention be brought to the case, it’s possible that Tesco might be able to make arrangements for the family, and work something out for them. If you have a minute to sign, I’m sure Ruby and her family would greatly appreciate it!

(news source)

Vincent Van Gogh, The Potato Eaters, 1885

‘The point is that I’ve tried to bring out the idea that these people eating potatoes by the light of their lamp have dug the earth with the self-same hands they are now putting into the dish, and it thus suggests manual labour and - a meal honestly earned. I wanted to convey a picture of a way of life quite different from ours, from that of civilized people. So the last thing I would want is for people to admire or approve of it without knowing why.’

Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to Theo Van Gogh, c.30th April 1885


Wow, sometimes when you’ve got a lot going on, even something that you do every single day for six months slips your mind.  I drew this yesterday and just completely forgot to post!  Better late than never.

i went to dinner with a bunch of publishing ppl tonight + author and his wife. This author has been mailing letters on potatoes to his publicist. she has not received the potatoes. but someone did. the way in which he has mailed these potatoes requires you sign to receive them so some person has just been signing for the potato missives from this moderately well-known author, because he has mailed them to his publicist’s OLD address

lilaminion  asked:

hi just letting you know you are the most beautiful thing (besides bts) ((yes beautiful as in pretty)) and cute and sweet and i love you 💓 ok bye

awemfawhelkfjawlkej STOP ilysm mi ㅠ–ㅠ 💖💫✨💝🌟💞💗💘💞🌸🌻🌟💫💗 💖💫💘💞🌸🌻🌟💫💛✨❤💗 ur too good to me idk what to say,,, can i gift u a whole bunch of bouquet of roses or smth LOV U !!


Jamie is pensively staring at the ocean. He still has feelings for Garnet, who despite spurning his advances, is still the giant amazon woman of his dreams.

Then, a tremor shakes the beach. Gulls fly off in fear and Jamie is knocked off his seat. A loud stomping noise, and out from the ocean flies a raging wave. Jamie scrambles upright to his knees and looks. Then looks up.

There she is, long rock star hair sopping wet, muscles bulging, fresh from the fight and ready to kick ass. Her scowl, her fierce eyes, her large, thick frame. She’s a GODDESS.

THEN- she notices him. Looking down her nose at the pathetic little human, she steps over the log and grabs him by the collar and demands one thing.

Where’s Garnet?” she growls.

“G-garnet?” Jamie asks.

“DID I STUTTER, HUMAN?” she shakes him. “Where is that pathetic fusion?”

“S-she’s over there! In the temple!”

She drops him in the sand, her only “thank you” the fact she let him live. As Jamie gathers his bearings, stumbling to his feet as he watches the giant mystery woman storm the castle, he raises his arm to ask for pause.

“Who are you?” He says, enraptured.

The large woman turns her head and looks over her shoulder, her bright amber nose glinting in the sunlight. With a bemused smirk, she says,


You swore it was an accident. That the letters arranged themselves, that they had just appeared that way, that you had no idea what you were spelling out.

No, not dinner. That was a cry for help. Low on ketchup, generally feeling low, you’d stood in front of the microwave with the door open wondering if it might do you in before you had to return to work Monday.

 No, not the potato letters. The company wide e-mail you sent at five to five on Friday afternoon detailing your deep dissatisfaction with the direction the Kettering branch of LaserQuest was taking.

As if anyone was ever going to listen to you. Four other people at work and you’d called three of them cunts.

When you came in it was worse than you’d expected.

Even your boy Matt, whose rosacea made him appear deceptively cheerful and who kept trying to make you watch lectures by actual Nazis (because your brand of social awkwardness can be interpreted a lot of ways), had stopped making eye contact with you. 

You were adrift.

No allies.

No hope. 

No vowels left in your potato alphabet.

reasons to be happy

pens that work- paintings- good paintings- atmosphere pandora- asparagus- new paintbrushes- ice skating- holding hands- turquoise- minty gum- tranquility- filled sketchbooks- seeing people you love- chapstick- camelbak’s- comfy sweaters- photos taped on a wall- soft hair- new paint- watching shadows move moving from day to night- the change from night to day- knowing what to do- being alone, but not feeling alone- memories- introspecting other people’s sketchbooks- found sketchbooks- when wind feels good- having tape when you need it- having ibuprofen- not needing ibuprofen- new books- old, warn books- feeling the warmth of the sun- freckles- blankets- laughing- mashed potatoes- letters in the mail- warm skin- pajama pants- ice water- naps- baths- understanding colors- seeing new colors- rain- bike rides- quick-dry nail polish- moment of lift-off- new socks- blue light- listening to music in a dark room- unexpected friendships- having someone to turn to- feeling cared about- caring for someone- naps in the woods- laying in the grass- cold grass- warm grass- walking barefoot- clean hair- cold hair- falling asleep in the sun- feeling understood- being understood- paintbrush cleaner- light dancing through grass- circle leaves- painting on the floor- falling asleep on the couch- mixing a really great color- warm pavement- pasta- perforated paper- hotel pans- tall grass- making progress- maroon bells reflections- my blue snow boots- disposable cameras- purple mountains- tall aspen trees- green/yellow grass- mountain flowers- endorphins- music- listening to music in the dark- full emotions- gooey cookies- happy music- making a good dinner board- quinoa + asparagus- old songs that bring you back- memories- beautiful memories- helpful reflection- my aluminum ring- my bike to work- rollerblading to work- sitting in the dark- turquoise earrings my grandma gave me- having work in shows- painting dreams- writing forever- artist lectures- first friday- aspen thrift store- barry x ball melting wax- tapestries- comfy pillows- feeling good about yourself- watching keenan + kel- the nanny- investigation discovery- listening to people speak- listening to people’s life stories- appreciating- gaining greater understanding- the lady with the dog that came up to me while I was rollerblading- the people at work- having friends that are there for you- seeing someone’s name + being filled with happiness- sharpie in paintings- ann gale- aspen snow mass village- lunch at peach’s- driving- music while driving- writing notes- little paintings- harry stooshinoff- monkeys- finding inspiration- finding desire- filled with something to create- painting over old paintings- gesso-ing over old things- painting with gesso- t-shirts- sewing scissors- late night talks- late night phone calls- crescent moon- full moon- full moon bike rides- shrimp tempura- the chinese restaurant by my house- chinese with samantha- the goodwill by mama’s- staying with sam @ cu- 95 inca- the smell of rain- the smell of air after rain- forgetting everything- feeling okay- the desire to find a place to be one’s self- least likely of friendships- the desire to hear from someone- something simple filling you with happiness- light moving- gummy bears- ice trays- tall socks- my pizza earring- the colbert report- watching a dad hold hands with his son across the street- fried rice from thayer- chinese take-out- warm hands- holding hands- the backpack I got in the mountains- being- having headphones when you want them- my long black + white patterned dress- providence walks- walks with people you love- seeing people you love happy- hugs from people you love- calm tea- refresh tea- sun falling across skin- isolated warmth from sun- lucian freud- harry potter- harry potter computer game- pickles- good slide lectures- my flowered mug- tea before bed- having tacks- painting/drawing for yourself- not caring what others think- allowing freedom- finding freedom- finding content- flat patterns on 3-d things- allowing yourself to get close to people- hugging people- making effort to see people- my new bike- convenience of the trolley- heightened memories- new gloves- new underwear- pickle juice- thrifting- pb & j sandwiches- finished drawing hw- line drawings- minty breath- writing in this book- baby blanket- mailroom packages- care packages- letters- writing letters- warmth- spanish classical music- being happy for you- understanding- being okay- smile lines- finding happiness in painting- breathing in deeply while smiling with your mouth open- smiling at strangers- scarves- handmade scarves- printed photos- black and white photos- 

i’ve dealt with being sad for a long time.  this is a list i started once of reasons to be happy.

by s.m. barela

hyde to ken [ROCK IT! 1997]

I listen to these two talk, and it’s almost as if they’re brothers… Who is the older brother, and who is the younger, we will leave that judgement up to our readers.

We get a glimpse at the lovely relationship between hyde and ken, as they look out for each other, respect each other. There are also other new(?) discoveries revealed.

hyde, ken, do you remember what your first impressions of each other were? 

k: I was an acquaintance of tetsu’s, so I’d gone to their concerts before. Ah huh, I’ve actually been to a L’Arc~en~Ciel concert as an audience member. 

h: After the live, we would go out to eat together and, to me, he was just “tetsu’s friend, the cool guitar boy”. 

k: “Boy”?! (laughs) 

h: Also, once, tet-chan’s car battery quit on him, and he called ken-chan and was like, “please help!” ken-chan came, and then, to me, he became “the boy that fixed tet-chan’s overheated engine” (laughs). 

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