somebody asked for a Roxy with an Espeon but I ended up drawing all of them oops
I’m bad at pairing pictures because I like stuff like this over loveydovey.
note to self: finish this later.
oh my goodness, your art always blows my mind, Their expressions and body language are perfect and wonderful and just ksndknfknf
Aiden Shaw by Yang YI for Elle magazine (China) Feb 2013
We needed to see this happen.
How does this not have more notes?
*Can’t stop listening to ‘Do You Remem8er Me’*
Vriska, stop it, I used to hate you.
“No, no, listen. Don’t listen to me, listen. You can find your people if you are brave. “
—P.S Beagle, “The Last Unicorn”
(you can get this as a print)
MY HATE IS THE LIFEBLOOD THAT PULSES THROUGH THE VEINS OF YOUR UNIVERSE. IT IS MY GIFT TO YOU. YOU’RE WELCOME FOR THAT. YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT.
I dig. ^.^
I just don’t agree that claiming to be an Atari when you’re a Mac is the reasonable thing to do. If you got girl bits you’re a girl, if you got boy bits you’re a boy. You don’t mutilate your hardware because your software is buggy.
And the ‘truescum’ thing was the joke. because srsly how can acknowledging scientific facts ever make you scum? It just makes you a realist.
Edit: A couple more examples.
My niece is four years old and has decided she is a puppydog. It’s adorable. But it’ll be a bit silly if by twelve she’s still running around on all fours insisting we learn what her different barks mean- and by thirty she really have ought to channeled that love for animals into something constructive like veterinary medicine or something.
Now, when I was a child I desperately wanted to be black. african. negro. whatever the most politically correct term for that gene structure is. I used to cry myself to sleep at night. i’d look down at my hands and feel so sick i would literally have to go throw up. I wished on everything you could wish on. and then one day i looked in the mirror and realized there was nothing wrong with the color of my skin. or my freckles, or my hair, or the color of my eyes. it might not be what i’m fondest of looking at but it’s mine, and i understood that was ok. and then things started to get better.
I still wish a lot of things, but i’ve learned to live with the parts that aren’t a threat to my health and safety and those of the people around me, because that’s just growing up.
Anyway, nice anon is very nice and restores a bit of my faith in the internet, thank you!