so here we are. here we are

so..that galra girl..amiright?

You’re a Squig you’re a Squid

Squigs username is mis-spelled as ‘Squid’ in streams so much that I felt a deep need to draw Squig as a Squid.

I hope ya like it Squig!


School doodles featuring:

•My reaction to one of the chorale auditions
•I think this was pose practice
•Peach but Angery™
•Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands
•Thomas Jefferson as some random anatomy model in our science lab
•Salty Ghost

anonymous asked:

So idk if you're still taking batkid prompts, or if you even like this, but I had a thought. Dick dies, only for a minute, then goes undercover to do the spy thing right? What if he died for a little longer than those couple minutes. And what if for some reason Spyral wants him. And so Dick is doing spy things, but is like Jason when he was first brought back to life and is mostly not there. Free muscle and a blank slate. But someone screws up and the Batkids find out. And they are Not Happy.

I loved this prompt at first sight! And I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it. Also, not completely sure this is what you expected, but I gotta say it was challenging and fun to write.

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One: He’s never really awake, so He doesn’t really sleep. Two: there’s nothing, and then there’s something, and then there’s nothing again, and that’s how life works. Three: He’s either alone or there are others. Four: if there are others, there is usually a fight, and when there is a fight, His body moves to defend itself.

Those are the only notions he’s aware of.

Everything else is white noise, shadows moving out of the corner of His eyes, and He never feels the need to care about any of it.

Tonight’s different, though. There is a tug, and He looks down to find a little boy clinging to His arm, looking up at Him. He feels a spark, something so infinitesimal He barely has the time to register it before it’s gone. But it was there. He blinks. It’s such a new thing.

The little boy is talking. He doesn’t understand what he’s saying, doesn’t even know that those are words. He just knows that it’s a different sound from, say, the chirping of birds or the beeping of machines.

There is another tug. The little boy’s face is all scrunched up now, in a grimace that sometimes means there’s going to be an attack soon. But He doesn’t tense. His instincts are saying that He’s safe, that this little boy is not a threat right now, and instincts are the only thing He can rely on.

Anything else, like time, has no meaning to Him, so He doesn’t know for how long the boy talks, but at some point the sounds of his words changes, the rhythm becomes more frantic, then it breaks. He watches the tears on the little boy’s cheeks, listens to his sobs. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, but He finds it upsetting, so He raises his free hand to touch the boy’s hair because it feels like the right thing to do to make him stop.

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To all the new Jonerys fans out there

I expect that after this season we’re going to get an influx of new shippers who ship our lovely ship and I just wanted to make a quick post to tell all of them welcome :) We’re so glad you’re here! We’re always looking to have new members and we welcome whatever you bring to the table. You’re in great company-the Jonerys fandom houses some of the most creative people I’ve ever met, from artists to writers to gif makers to meta writers. There’s a wide variety, and we’re all happy to talk or to answer any questions you might have. Again, you’re in a great place and we’re so happy that you joined us! Enjoy the show (and the fact that our ship is *probably* finally going to become canon) !

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me?? still loving wendla bergmann?? it’s more likely than u think

if u use pls leave a like/reblog and credit me thank !!

TCR Birthday Bash: Happy Birthday


“When is Baron’s birthday?”

At the abrupt question, Toto paused in his absent-minded preening and looked to his companion. 

Haru was leaning against the trunk of a bleak cherry tree, a couple of shopping bags slumped beside her while she half-heartedly picked at a box of mixed fruit. He had agreed to help her shop for her mother’s birthday, and now had ended a successful day with a visit to the park. It was quiet - the cold had chased away most park-goers - quiet enough that they could natter without too much worry of being overheard. Haru had her phone out, just in case. 

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i just really hate this internet culture where people think they have a claim over someone and who they date because they show them support on the internet and then use that as an excuse to belittle and often bully the women their faves date


Look what came in the mail today! The sketchbook is smol so I can bring it to work and doodle on the commute, and the Armored Titan is a new little friend guard my stuff! Now I just need the Colossal Titan to keep him company 😮


after a stupid long time, i’m finally able to post my rmit grad film, for fear of little men! this thing represents 8 months of delirious work surviving off pizza shapes and academic fear alongside my friends, please enjoy

The fact that French students still barricade their high schools/university buildings with furniture to protest shit is the True™ les Mis legacy


some positivity for boys because sometimes we forget boys suffer too

here’s to all the beautiful boys out there (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧