u alright man

Kendrick Lamar - To pimp a butterfly

I can see the borrow in you
I can see the dollar in you
Little white lies with a snow white collar in you
But it’s whatever though because I’m still followin’ you - Wesley’s Theory

Oh America, you bad bitch, I the picked cotton that made you rich - For Free? (Interlude)

Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin’ king - King Kunta

If I was the president
I’d pay my mama’s rent
Free my homies and them
Bulletproof my Chevy doors
Lay in the White House and get high, Lord - Institutionalized

Everyone deserves a night to play
And she plays only when you tell her no - These Walls

I know your secrets nigga
Mood swings is frequent nigga
I know depression is restin’ on your heart for two reasons nigga - U

I keep my head up high, I cross my heart and hope to die
Lovin’ me is complicated
Too afraid, a lot of changes - Alright

I didn’t wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went runnin’ for answers
Until I came home - For sale? (Interlude)

I been lookin for you my whole life, and never die
For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind? - Momma

They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs - Hood politics

It’s more to feed your mind
Water, sun and love, the one you love
All you need, the air you breathe - How much a dollar costs?

So I'mma say somethin’ that’s vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin’, color should never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces - Complexion

Institutionalized manipulation and lies
Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes - The blacker the berry

Circus acts only attract those that entertain
Small talk, we know that it’s all talk - You ain’t gonna lie (Momma said)

He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide
One day at a time, sun gon’ shine - I

Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression - Mortal Man

“ Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different, they are one and the same.“

anonymous asked:

Oh no. Jedi Dad Jinn brought low by his baby Padawan. Qui-Gon is wrapped around his little baby finger faster than you can say lightsaber. Oh nooo, Qui-Gon holding him to his chest and singing to him, gently and cooing to lull him to sleep. Qui-Gon grinning even when Obi-Wan grips his hair in the way that small humans do. His little intake of breath when he sees the look of utter heartbreak when he passes Obi-Wan to healer so he can be checked out. I love Hot Jedi Dad Jinn so much omg


WHAT is this ‘giving Baby Wan to a Healer’ thing I’m hearing about this is Qui Gon Jinn, Master of Avoiding the Healing Wing at All Costs we’re talking about here



(“where do you see yourself in ten years?”)

early morning rays beat down on the swamp, mosquitoes and small cattail puffs drifting white in the light —— the sound of cicada hum damn near deafening; the buzzing familiar to the point that it fell upon deaf ears. the man sat hunched amongst the maidencane, a tired sigh passing through him as he stared into the marsh blankly. after some hesitation, dark, scarred hands dipped into unsanitary water, disappearing briefly in the murk (which glimmered the occasional silver when a stray fish drifted a tad too close to the surface, only to dart away when another foreign presence was noticed) as goosebumps danced along his flesh at the feeling, before coming back up, trembling as they held that small scoop of water.

(“fending for myself in an unmarked louisiana swamp, being tormented by a nine year old and my impending death.”)

swallowing thickly and giving a tiny shake of the head, muttering a quiet curse to himself, clancy washed his face, rubbing his cheeks with calloused palms. as refreshing as it felt, he still felt gross, though perhaps that wasn’t just the water talking —— the dried blood and dirt he smeared from his skin shakily much worse than whatever was floating around in these waters. he dried himself with the collar of his shirt — which he had long since given up on keeping clean — letting the repetitive sounds of the swamp occupy his thoughts; pushing away anything and everything that dared poke its head through his conscious. unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, the haunting tune of her voice broke through, ever taunting even with his silence.

why don’t you just get up and leave? isn’t that the whole reason you’re even still alive? or…are you too scared to go?

wet hands falling to his lap, he took in a deep breath, trying to keep himself under control. he couldn’t leave. as much as he wanted to, that was no longer an option for him. even he was too out of it to explain all the reasons it wouldn’t work out to her. then again, all things considered, she should already know ——

the second something other than the cicada’s calls reaches his ears, his whole body his tensing, nails digging into the fabric of his jeans. the hairs on the back of his neck rose, and he wasn’t sure which was worse; the ebbing panic that had flared a split second earlier, or the spores that only seemed to grow heavy in his chest as footsteps sounded more evidently. somewhere, wings flapped hastily, a sharp caw being muffled in the void of the trees all around the estate. it was contemplated, what he should do: thoughts running back and forth in the span of less than a heartbeat, repeating, useless, in vain. what’s there to do, exactly?

he stayed where he was, grunting and bowing his head as he reached towards the water.

Professional pussy destroyer dork.

...and I repeat...

I believe #ToPimpAButterfly will be a pivotal work of art sited in the future as a reflection of this generation’s civil rights struggle.

— just.chill (@WHATtheFERCH)

March 14, 2015

alienwizardsenpai  asked:

Hey scout, I realized I separately found your Twitter and your tumblr only to later realize both accounts were yours! IT MUST BE FATE XD But srsly I have several questions. (Sorry if it's too much XD) do you have any tips on developing your own art style? I kind of struggle with that, also, I want to make comics, but what size is a good size for a comic page? And resolution? Do you also have any tips on how to get inspired? Love your art btw, you're basically what I aspire to be.

RIGHT THOUGH i’ve been so surprised that people have been finding my twitter and tumblr separately! (i’m scoutstiel on twitter, btw! it’s basically where i dump sketches and shitpost. mostly abt swain. good times)

but ALRIGHT onto your questions. I’LL DO MY BEST:

  • do you have any tips on developing your own art style?

KIND of. i’m entirely self-taught, so i’ll just say what’s worked for me: drawing in other peoples’ styles until i figured out what i liked to draw. i didn’t post them or flaunt them, i just drew other styles to figure out why i liked them. and then as i started drawing from imagination more, that culmination of different elements came together. and bam! there’s a style. you can tell mine is still ever-changing, but it has the same general thing to it that makes it me. still can’t explain how that works, but with enough work, it’ll happen for you

  • what size is a good size for a comic page? And resolution?

size is TOTALLY up to you. my one-off comic strips are all over the place, but my printed ones are a different story. so size will depend on whether or not you want physical copies of your work some day. go to a comic place and look around at the different styles and how they work with they sizes. that’ll help you decide! and resolution is, again, mostly for printing and multi-usage. default to work in for me has become 300dpi, but i’ll actually sketch on a dinky 72dpi canvas and enlarge it for paintings

  • Do you also have any tips on how to get inspired?

this is totally independent to the individual! when i was working super long hours on g’n’g 3, i ended up taking walks around 6pm-8pm and i’d go for MILES just listening to music, hanging out in a nature setting, and not looking at screens. just stopping when i SEE an art block approaching, i personally like to just put the pen down, clear my head, and regroup. that’s when inspiration REALLY hits me and i get a lot done

so that’s what i got! thanks so much! i wish for you much success in your upcoming artistic endeavors!!


so… i wrote a thing? and then recorded it? and didn’t mess up? anyways, i’ve been trying to practice composing and decided to write songs for each of the clones and helena was first up.

“ світло ” means light in ukrainian or some variation of it. and i think the word is quite pretty. anways, enjoy.

Hinata: *does something awesome*

Everyone (incl. audience): ALRIGHT!! U DA FUCKIN’ MAN!! WHOOHOO!!

Hinata: (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧

Kageyama: Nope. U still suck. Sucker.

Hinata: (ಠ_ಠ)…

[KageHina fandom: *collective sigh* It’s true love! <3]