this is so freaking bad

anonymous asked:

Why do you stand up for Claw? She's a freak and she is so bad at art. She should just die cause no one cares about her.

((Okay, this is personal. As much as I would love to reply with a fun comment from Karl, I want to address this serious subject. Suicide, is NOTHING to joke about and, while you are entitled to your own opinions, I will not have ANYTHING that degrades others on this blog. I know Claw and she’s a good person. A great person in fact and I won’t let people like you hurt her in any way, shape, or form. I will repeat, any mean comments directed towards me, or ANYONE in general, will not be tolerated here.))

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They’re called “nightmares” for a reason ;-;

more quick doodles since i really shouldn’t be drawing right now;; this time the characters from carry on! just getting a feel on their designs cause i wanna draw them for realsies sometime.

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Happy Birthday Dean 

It was the tapping on his bedroom window that woke Dean. Normally he wasn’t a light sleeper, once he was asleep it took Sam pouring water on him to get him to wake. The tapping, however, managed to wake him. With a groan, Dean rolled over a checked the time. 5:56am. What the hell? He thought as he looked over to the window and saw yet another small stone hit the window. 

Hastily, Dean got up out of his warm bed and padded across his room towards the window. Looking down he bit back a smirk when he saw who was stood down on his lawn. With care, he opened his bedroom window.

“Really? Throwing rocks at my window? That’s cheesy Cas.” He called down to his best friend. “What are you doing here? It’s the ass crack of dawn.” He said to the sweater and scarf-clad figure of Castiel Novak. His best friend of fourteen years. 

“You have such a way with words Dean.” Cas called back with a shake of his head. “Hurry up and get down here, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“For little ol’ me? What’s the occasion Cas?” Dean asked as if he didn’t already know. It wasn’t every day that he turned eighteen. 

“Well, eighteen years ago today God decided the world hadn’t suffered enough so he gave you. Plagues and floods have nothing on your terrible taste in music and cheesy feet.” Cas said. Dean flipped him but still grinned. 

“I love it when you talk dirty to me Cas.”

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She ran her fingers over the delicate stitching on the fabric. The gold thread shone in such a brilliant way that her eyes began to water. Off in the corner of her room she heard the sound of her kwami stirring.

“Marinette?” her soft voice called from her little bed.

Marinette didn’t say a word. She stared blankly down at the fabric as she read the embroidered words over and over again.

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

How those words burned into her eyes.

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anonymous asked:

I once met louis in a restaurant in london (my grandad’s girlfriend lives there). I was trying not to freak out so I went for a cig. bad choice. he came out for a cig too. fuckin "s'cuse me love, got a light?" apparently multimillionaires forget their lighters sometimes too. the sweater paws killed me. he's TINY and I'm 5'11 lol. most surreal experience of my life. went back in & my grandad laughed at me bc I was pale & #shook. story short, lou borrowed a lighter off me & I somehow didn't cry.

fhfjdfjfjkf this is so pure i live for receipts like this.,,,. just louis.. existing and being cute pls

[4|12|16] After driving 3.5 hours to another city, thought I might as well do a mini MUJI haul while I was there. Oh, why are there no muji stores in Scotland? 🙃🙂

i can’t wait to STUDY using these!!!!

Tried drawing they toys’ responses to a couple of gifts you guys have given to Sproing…

The bow tie was a gift from @icetigerkitten

The sweater was a gift from @peachdalooza