W.I.P Art trade for a friend. @ericetienne aka @ericatnite. Still a LOOOOOT to finish. Such as Light, perspective fixing & details. His two babes have a crazy potential for creativity. I could have done NSFW but i just got triggered by how much charisma for so simple art style they had into them.

Here, I went with his dom wolf girl ‘ Agatha ‘ being a merc with her bud the polar bear ‘ Iva ‘. Motherly, kind and cheerful . Together, they hunt some bad guys in some Canadians landscape in their mighty military truck.

Now they just chilling in their favorite rest road restaurant after a good mission. Dude. The way @ericetienne draw them, would make on of the most awesome duo cartoon network character. Mixing powerpuff girls (old school version) and cowboy bebop. I WANT THIS.


Tokyo Storefront series #09 (Kitchen Kuku)

A new piece in my “Tokyo Storefront” watercolour illustration series. This shop is a lot newer and a lot shabbier than most on the pictures that I did in the series but I find this kind of shops all around Tokyo and even though I don’t like them so much they can have a lot of colour and character.
I found this restaurant / karaoke bar during one of my walks in Kichijyouji district. It is actually a piece of a larger building.

Technical stuff:

  • Medium: HOLBEIN Waterford white 300g/m cotton paper
  • Lines: COPIC Multiliner SP 0.7mm
  • Colours: My watercolours set explained in my blog’s FAQ

「東京店構え #09」 キッチン ククゥ

水彩イラストシリーズ「東京店構え」の9枚目です。今まで描いたお店より築年数は若くて日本家屋らしくありませんが、こんな店もたまにカラフルで可愛いと思い描きました。 このカラオケレストランは、吉祥寺ら辺の散歩中に見つかりました。


  • 紙: ウォーターフォード水彩紙、ホワイト、300g 
  • 線: COPIC マルチライナーSP 0.7mm
  • 色: 僕の水彩セット、詳細はブログのFAQで

gri-clover  asked:

OH HELL I CAN'T DECIDE between this one: “So, is there anyone you’re secretly crushing on?” and this one: “If I see another couple holding hands, I’ll… I’ll-” :3 thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks Beeeeeeeeeeeeells! love ya

Awww Gri I love you too babe! I mixed the prompt and put a dash of Allydia in there for you and it got BIG, I hope you like it! All my love and gratitude to @mahnaxmahna​  for the beta work on this you’re amazing!

Stiles hated valentine’s day.

“No, that’s not true. It’s not like I hate it, okay? I just think it is a day made up for capitalists to earn money. I mean there is a whole section of the market just for it? It’s flower shops, food companies, teddy bears, restaurants, hotels, and a lot of our entertainment section is directioned to a day of the year made for us to spend money. It’s ridiculous.”

“You know that you actually sound like a whiny bitch without a date, right? Trust me on this Stiles, you don’t want to be that bitch. You want to be the fierce bitch who get’s the girl, or the guy, or the non binary person. Sometimes your pansexuality tires me. I mean, I have to cover all the bases, while you aren’t getting on anyone’s bases,” Lydia told him for tenth time.

They were lazing around Lydia’s office, waiting for the last print of pictures to decide which one they would put in the current issue, but their photographer was late. Stiles was currently lying in Lydia’s expensive couch that was indeed more comfortable than Stiles bed, while Lydia had her legs up on the desk. Perks of being the Editor in Chief and the creative director of the QUEER magazine.

“Right, why not throw it in your best friend’s face that he’s not getting laid, or getting loved. And also insult his sexuality in the process. Someday I’ll believe you and file a lawsuit against you, Lyds.”

“As if you would ever sue me. First, you know you would lose because Allison would kick your lawyer’s ass in the next generation, and second, you love me too much to risk it. Talking about Ally, I want to tell you something, but I don’t know if you can keep your bloody mouth shut.”

“What? Lydia? You can’t just look to me and say, look I gotta tell you something but I can’t. I have anxiety and I’m also very curious and nosy, you know I need to know, and I need to know now! Besides I would never tell anyone your secret.”

“You would. If it was anything related to Ally, you would sell my soul in a blink of an eye.” She gave him a meaningful look and he had to yield.

“Okay, you’re right. I would tell Ally. But she’s my sister Lydia, it’s like my duty.”

“I’m not criticizing the fact you put my girlfriend first Stiles. I would never get between you two, you know that, but I want this to be kept secret. I need it to be.”

Stiles sat up and took a second to look at Lydia, really look at her, and he noticed a emotion so rare, that it was almost like a pod person had taken control of his best friend’s body.

Lydia Martin was insecure, and there was only one reason for her to feel like that.

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Bistromathics is the most powerful computational force known to parascience. A major step up from the Infinite Improbability Drive, Bistromathics is a way of understanding the behavior of numbers. Just as Einstein observed that time was not an absolute, but depended on the observer’s movement through space, so it was realized that numbers are not absolute, but depend on the observer’s movement in restaurants.

The first nonabsolute number is the number of people for whom the table is reserved. This will vary during the course of the first three telephone calls to the restaurant, and then bear no apparent relation to the number of people who actually turn up, or to the number of people who subsequently join them after the show/match/party/gig, or to the number of people who leave when they see who else has turned up.

The second nonabsolute number is the given time of arrival, which is now known to be one of those most bizarre of mathematical concepts, a recipriversexclusion, a number whose existence can only be defined as being anything other than itself. In other words, the given time of arrival is the one moment of time at which it is impossible that any member of the party will arrive. Recipriversexclusions now play a vital part in many branches of maths, including statistics and accountancy and also form the basic equations used to engineer the Somebody Else’s Problem field.

The third and most mysterious piece of nonabsoluteness of all lies in the relationship between the number of items on the bill, the cost of each item, the number of people at the table and what they are each prepared to pay for. (The number of people who have actually brought any money is only a subphenomenon in this field.)

Numbers written on restaurant checks within the confines of restaurants do not follow the same mathematical laws as numbers written on any other pieces of paper in any other parts of the universe.

—  Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything
Racism: My Experience

So, I’ve gotta say something that I’ve experienced FIRST HAND about racism.

I am white and from a cozy little neighborhood with practically zero diversity. I moved out to California for a few months, but recently needed to move back home and my friend was willing to fly out to help me. We stayed overnight in St. George, Utah and the hotel gave us a coupon for a little breakfast restaurant called, The Bear Paw Cafe. There were no minorities in this cafe.

Me and @artofarkayne sat at a small two-person table next to the wall in a corner. I did not notice if people were staring, but there was an odd feeling in the room. Our waitress came to the table and almost immediately we could tell she was not looking at my black friend. When I’d asked for one of their latte’s, she told me upfront what she thought about it and suggested I order a different one if I want more milk instead of foam. This continued on with the whole order and she was very helpful, polite and friendly to all of my questions. However, that friendliness did not transfer across the table and my friend barely received ANY attention, as if she couldn’t bother to give him the time of day. When the food came she smiled at me and said, “Prepare for deliciousness!”, yet “Excuse me” was all my friend got and still no eye contact. She even added a splash more coffee to my drink when I had not asked, but never even bothered to give my friend a little more of his.

We received two EXTREMELY different services and were sitting at the same small table. My friend paid the check, but the waitress gave me HIS change. She simply refused to treat him like a person the entire time, like he almost didn’t exist. I was afraid to speak out, despite seeing this play out in front of me, I did not stand up for him like he would have done if it were me. I’ve heard about this quite a bit on my end, either we don’t see it or we are too afraid to say anything. This is honestly a very new and very real perspective of the world I’ve been introduced to and it’s really scary to see the eyes of what seem to be ‘normal people’ looking as if you’re not. I have been treated as secondary before from both Asians and Latin Americans and it’s not nice. It’s not right to treat people anything less than yourself.

See this nice receipt? That was specifically for me. Not us.

I feel bad having to point out how wrong this situation was, but my friend had every right to the same level of hospitality. What happened to the ‘Golden Rule’ in elementary school? Does that really only apply to the majority? Surprisingly, I’ve found both terrible and good people in every ethnicity and so it must be related to that individual and not an entire group.

Please, be respectful of people and be aware of the small nuances. It happens everyday all over this country in body language, action and blatant language. White privilege exists and it’s ridiculous.

Seventeen as Stupid Things I Have Said/Done
  • S Coups: Referred to myself as the father of my friend group when everyone was arguing about what restaurant to go to (bearing in mind I am female that identifies as a female)
  • Jeonghan: “My hair is as beautiful as my face so don’t fucking touch it ok fam”
  • Joshua: “Holy mother of cheese”
  • Jun: *slides across table to my friend seductively, attempts pick up line* Hey are you a whal- *falls off table*
  • Hoshi: *dances anytime music come on, trips over*
  • Wonwoo: “Get your fucking hand off of my book or I will cut you”
  • Woozi: “Who let all these idiots into this room”
  • DK: *continuously laughs at nothing*
  • Mingyu: “Ok but have you tasted my cakes it’s like they were made by the hands of a goddess” *also is a tall lanky noob*
  • The8: *someone calls me cute* “now LIsteN here bish im a dark vampire shhhh”
  • Seungkwan: *repeatedly tries to hit the high notes in Leona Lewis’ Bleeding Love*
  • Vernon: *constantly makes meme faces* *is a memechild*
  • Dino: *dances to Billie Jean* im Michael Jackson reincarnated he may have died when I was eleven but SshH