up in my studio

I drank two beers and talked about art and printmaking at a bar with some new friends and now I am literally too drunk to drive home and am just stuck at my studio until I sober up. TWO BEERS!!! TWO! When did I become so weak and light-weighted. WHO AM I? A Manager. A college graduate. A FAILURE. Two beers. A sad adult human.

How I made $2000 off a meth dealer.

A few years ago I was married to a degenerate tweeker (she wasn’t originally like that, but y'know, meth does what meth does).

I kept interfering with her tweeker lifestyle trying to get her treatment etc and she rewarded my efforts with a restraining order (lied, said I beat her and other overly dramatic stuff).

So, I get kicked out of my place and end up in a studio apartment with nothing but my toothbrush and the clothes I was wearing.

One of her great plans was to get a front for a ton of dope using EVERYTHING OF VALUE WE OWN as collateral.

Drug dealer literally takes everything and puts it in a storage unit somewhere in town. Wife plans to stomp on the dope, sell it and by the weekend be a millionaire (tweeker logic).

Of course, she fucks off the plan and ends up just doing the dope so now all our expensive stuff is in the wind.

I try to work out something with POS drug dealer but he wanted an absurd amount of payback, plus I made some threatening comments he didn’t appreciate so negotiations stalled.

Eventually, I catch wind that he got locked up and that some friends took all HIS property and put it in storage for safekeeping until he got out.

I hit every storage place in town with my story and his picture hoping to catch some kind of break.

Eventually, I find the place. Owner tells me that the unit is going up for auction the next weekend for non-payment. He tells me if I just pay the 3 months back rent that he’d write it up as I won the auction and I can have the unit.

$320 gets slapped on the counter and we go drill the lock.

All my stuff is there! And, whaddaya know, now I own all his stuff free and clear.

And, cuz I’m a nice guy, I dug out all the personal irreplaceable stuff (old photos, important documents, etc), boxed them up and gave them to his mom (found her on Facebook).

Actually made quite a bit of money off the deal selling his shit on Craigslist (came out about $2000 in the black on the deal).

Divorced now, have all my stuff and am happy….

This is the soukoku ritual
the soukoku ritual only happens once every 666 years

reblog to offer your soul so that the anime will make soukoku scenes of the finest and highest quality.

ignore and the soukoku ship will burn in hell along with your hopes and dreams.


“I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where two people mutually inspire each other to live. If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.” -Hayao Miyazaki


The Girl Who Drank a Star~ (Kiyoko’s Moving Castle)

EDIT: Cleaned up my sketch, enjoy!

inspired by this post of Voltron headcanons from @ironinkpen; specifically the one describing Keith as the cat that stares at u as he knocks something off the counter.

i’ll clean this up later. 


1st panel:

Lance: This doesn’t look good, there are too many Galra for us to take head on. We’re going to need to change plans.”