krystal-cage:

adiostoreadumb:

makotoshanamiya:

we have connie springer
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basketball connie springer
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and now, volleyball connie springer
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amazing

Don’t forget baseball Connie Springer

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imagedon’t forget avatar connie springer!

ishimondope:

um
i didnt mean to take time on these dumb headshots
im still trying to learn how to draw these guys rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

ishimondope:

um

i didnt mean to take time on these dumb headshots

im still trying to learn how to draw these guys rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

-What makes you so special?

-Nothing, I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.

tagged: ~captain america 
tsunime:

lack-lustin:

lsama:

hemorrhedge:

kisskicker:

lack-lustin:

I got a request from hear-me-rory like 5 ever ago to draw a "pretty blonde deer man trying to woo a sulky reaper” and forgot to post the sketch so since I felt bad I decided to quickly paint it and make it look nicer but it’s still p shitty
what’s even worse is I GOOFED and made him brunette when he should have been blondeOH WELL I hope they like it all the same if they seedare you to write a fic

Oh my god look how well you organized the valuesssssssss yessssssssssssssss

i want this ship to workout

“I…I can’ touch you." His voice was an odd thing, the slow, sombre toll of a bell in a belfry, high above graveyards. It scared most.
It did not scare this thing - this thing that even he could admit was beautiful in the way only nature can be.
“If I touch you, you’ll wither. You’ll die." That seemed a terrible fate for something so alive.
But this not quite man, yet eternally not animal merely smiled, inching closer and closer - as if he were the one approaching a scared animal, and not the other way around. “You won’t. I surely would not die from your touch. You don’t always *do* what you are, you know.”
And how strange it seemed, to think such a thing to be true, but no, no. He knew better. Everything he touched died. All things, great and small, whether the towering trees or the tiny spider hiding amongst its leaves…they all succumbed.
But when the beastman reached, sun-dark fingers(the color of healthy bark, he might later learn) touching the unforgiving black of his robes? He did not crumble, did not age.
Eyes as green as good grass had watched - had perhaps even feared the possible outcome of his own death…but when he felt not a stir, not a wither?
The generous bow of his mouth started to climb and curl, settling into a smile that looked right at home on his handsome face.
“See?” he murmured low and slow, leaning in towards the perpetual smile that skulls tended to wear. “You can’t hurt me. You do’t kill everything you touch. They’re all dead already, just waiting for you to arrive. You, solid, strong, and always everpresent.”
And Death decided, upon his first kiss, that if this was what Heaven felt like, then maybe being dead wasn’t so bad after all.


OH MY GOD THAT WAS BEAUTIFULLL!!!!???

BOTH WRITTEN AND VISUAL ART COMING TOGETHER LIKE POETRY MAKES MY HEART BURST MY GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

tsunime:

lack-lustin:

lsama:

hemorrhedge:

kisskicker:

lack-lustin:

I got a request from hear-me-rory like 5 ever ago to draw a "pretty blonde deer man trying to woo a sulky reaper” and forgot to post the sketch so since I felt bad I decided to quickly paint it and make it look nicer but it’s still p shitty


what’s even worse is I GOOFED and made him brunette when he should have been blonde

OH WELL I hope they like it all the same if they see

dare you to write a fic

Oh my god look how well you organized the valuesssssssss yessssssssssssssss

i want this ship to workout

I…I can’ touch you." His voice was an odd thing, the slow, sombre toll of a bell in a belfry, high above graveyards. It scared most.

It did not scare this thing - this thing that even he could admit was beautiful in the way only nature can be.

If I touch you, you’ll wither. You’ll die." That seemed a terrible fate for something so alive.

But this not quite man, yet eternally not animal merely smiled, inching closer and closer - as if he were the one approaching a scared animal, and not the other way around. “You won’t. I surely would not die from your touch. You don’t always *do* what you are, you know.”

And how strange it seemed, to think such a thing to be true, but no, no. He knew better. Everything he touched died. All things, great and small, whether the towering trees or the tiny spider hiding amongst its leaves…they all succumbed.

But when the beastman reached, sun-dark fingers(the color of healthy bark, he might later learn) touching the unforgiving black of his robes? He did not crumble, did not age.

Eyes as green as good grass had watched - had perhaps even feared the possible outcome of his own death…but when he felt not a stir, not a wither?

The generous bow of his mouth started to climb and curl, settling into a smile that looked right at home on his handsome face.

See?” he murmured low and slow, leaning in towards the perpetual smile that skulls tended to wear. “You can’t hurt me. You do’t kill everything you touch. They’re all dead already, just waiting for you to arrive. You, solid, strong, and always everpresent.

And Death decided, upon his first kiss, that if this was what Heaven felt like, then maybe being dead wasn’t so bad after all.

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OH MY GOD THAT WAS BEAUTIFULLL!!!!???

BOTH WRITTEN AND VISUAL ART COMING TOGETHER LIKE POETRY MAKES MY HEART BURST MY GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

homomado:

まどマギらくがきlog / niripermission granted by artist to upload this.

homomado:

まどマギらくがきlog / niri
permission granted by artist to upload this.

renirabbit:

fearliath:

do-i-smell-watermelon:

the bend

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and slap

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I don’t even watch Star Trek but that is the most graceful bitchslap I have ever seen.

this is amazing

toothpast:

a-lovely-way-to-burn:

moist-chicken-nuggers:

juliyasss:

moist-chicken-nuggers:

juliyasss:

moist-chicken-nuggers:

juliyasss:

Sing a love duet with me

can i say something crazy

I love crazy

all my life has been a series of doors in my face

and then suddenly i bump into you

But with you
I can find my own place

love is an open dooooor

until i slam it in ur face and try to murder u and ur sister

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deductions-with-thedoctor:

bubbleberrys-bash:

cancerousmexicanfetusrapewhistle:

When I was 7 there was a group of really mean girls in my class and one day I pulled out my crayons and one of the girls walked up to my desk and looked me in the eye as she snapped my crayons in half 

if i were you i would have sharpened that crayon back, walked up to her, and looked her in the eye as i sliCED HER FUCKING THROAT OPEN WITH IT, I NEEDED A NEW RED ANYWAYS

new from crayola:

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moses-relatable:

ask-the-bertl:

I-I’m sorry sir. I do my best sir.

oh my fucking god

tagged: ~snk 
69shadesofgray:

glitterandmetal-yt-da:

wingsinthemorning:

College in two sentences or less.

I love how it’s not something like “wear something smart”. It’s just like “wear something”.

accurate

69shadesofgray:

glitterandmetal-yt-da:

wingsinthemorning:

College in two sentences or less.

I love how it’s not something like “wear something smart”. It’s just like “wear something”.

accurate