when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
(via dragonswordgirl)
john/karkat
you’d almost think people knew I shipped this or something
who is the big spoon/little spoon
Karkat Vantas is the little spoon! This is not actually their default sleep position, though, John sleeps like the Vitruvian Man and Karkat kind of slots in with his head on John’s chest in fetal position next to him, or sometimes with his head even on John’s stomach and sort of doing a slow glacier slide off the bed. They are just not great when it comes to beds. Karkat does not do temperatures well. In winter he grips John like a baby sloth and looks ready to gut him and enter his body as though John were a tauntaun, and in summer they have sometimes slid off the mattress completely and slept spread out on the floor. These spoons are migratory spoons.
So I used my tablet for the first time today and THICK SYRUPY SHIT it was like drawing drunk, a billion tiny little lines and none of them looked the way I wanted
But I kept fucking around and eventually ended up with this lil’ Gallade gijinka. I am sexually attracted to my own pokemon now, is that a problem? (I’ll probably draw the rest of my team in a cleaner fashion late, but w/e)
gosh it is so obvious how badly I want to try drawing Drew hgggnnnnn
basically
thegirlwiththebaddragontattoo:
some frickin weird circus boy with goggles breaks into a psychic summer camp thing and just runs around in peoples minds
some dumbass with spikey ass porcupine hair and a blue suit becomes an attorney and has a hippie for a assistant
theres this scientist guy and i guess all he could find was a crowbar so he works with that and he like whacks some aliens around or some shit. there arent even any tits
some undead skeleton knight that mumbles has to find and destroy a wizard and has to collect a bunch of cups while doing it
some famous commander raised from the dead builds up armies of aliens to fight some magic robot aliens and dies at the end in some beam of light
i can’t though
you’re this kid with amnesia and a stick up his bony ass who teams up with a popular chick, a smartass and then a dumbass who are literally so useless you have to control them and the main character at once and the game doesn’t even make enough sense to understand in one play through. also ignoring fashion will literally kill you and the cutscenes are just barely animated sprites that go on for hours
(Source: effyeahpegasister)
every person you pass on the street has their own life and their own problems and people that mean a lot to them some of them may have had their heart broken or they may be in love for the first time and sometimes we forget that people we pass on the street are more than just faces…
