whAT THE FRICKERS
too cool 4 u

lameprlncess:

a good artist knows where to draw the line


fuckyesliampayne:

justiceandromance:

alex-is-fab:

gay-on:

Girls that love gay guys but are disgusted by lesbians.

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Guys that love lesbians but are disgusted by gay guys.

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Anyone who is disgusted by anyone because of their sexual preference.

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SOCKS AND FLIP FLOPS

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This is mydrunkkitchen​: she is a 27 year-old author/philanthropist. 


jazzie560:

eisschirmchen:

karachips:

mariejacquelyn:

pingass:

laubhaufen:

monkeyscandance:

speakslittle:

ashlee-ketchum:

abakkus:

fishwifemcguinn:

hilarydesign:

kurokotetsuya:

same

same

Pretty much

2003:

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2014:

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just fucking draw. don’t compare yourself to other people, don’t stop because you drew a lot last tuesday and you haven’t visibly improved. it takes time, effort, and a lot of perseverance. besides, no matter how “bad” you think you are, there’s still gonna be someone who thinks the stuff you produce is the best goddamn thing they’ve ever seen in their entire life. the artist you were five years ago would have their mind fucking blown by the artist you are today. so just draw a fuckton, because every new thing you draw is one drawing better than you were before.

I really needed this post

2003:

Trying my hand at shoujo always ended in a hilarious disaster.

2014:

Jumping on this post as well, because it is important to remember this at times.

2003:

2014:

13 year old me would be stoked to see where I am now. It’s really good to look back sometimes and appreciate how far you’ve come. And then imagine how much further you can go when you keep drawing.

2001:

2014: 

Even though I want to laugh my head off at my old stuff… it really is important to look at how far you’ve come in time.
And I think it’s not only good for yourself but for young artists / beginners as well, to see how other artists started out. So they see that no one is a great artist right off the bat.

2007:

2014:

It has already been eight years wow man.

This post gives me so much strength, i love to see everyone’s progress please do it too…

2007:

2014:

I know it’s annoying to hear ‘you have to practice’, but that’s really the only way to get it done. I was complete rubbish up until two or three years ago and I’m still improving! Never settle for anything less than what makes you proud to have made it.

Joining the crew, profress is important, keeping your progress even more so! 

2008/2009:

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2014:

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2007:

2014:

2010:

2014:

you will get better!! never give up (:


trust:

broom broom


Happy Birthday, Neville Longbottom! (July 30)

maddisnow:

*hears first notes to Sugar We’re Going Down*
*punches out of casket*
am i morE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR YET


pitchwitchchlomaki:

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I CANt STOP LAUGHING AT CLINTS FACE IN THE NEW POSTER HE IS 300% DONE WITH THESE ROBOTS

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tony why did you build the homicidal robot?

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why tony

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W HY


fangirlarmoire:

justalostnostalgicgeek:

i was waiting for my snack wrap but everything changed when the fire nation attacked 

this looks like something out of a freaking sims game


Anonymous said: What has caused you to hate men so much?

claudiaboleyn:

Funny you should ask! I’ll let you in on my origin story if you like?

Well, once upon a time I was your average, man-loving, non-opinionated, quiet, submissive, totally sexually available young woman. I loved the dudes. I can’t tell you how much I worshipped those blokes. I couldn’t even open a jar back then. Ah, the memories. I shied from the colour blue. I refused to step into a room that contained power tools. Football frightened me into week long seclusions. Don’t get me started on the horror beer brought on. 

And then, one night, I left my window open. It was hot, y’know? I probably shouldn’t have done it. 

But in flew the Misandry Fairy. She was magnificent. As she fluttered into my room she left a trail of glittering misogynist tears that sparkled like diamonds. She wore blood red especially smeary lipstick, the type that scares guys and makes them afraid of kissing you, to ward them off. She had beautifully hairy legs, hairy arms, and wore high waisted shorts (which we all know is the 2014 trend men hate). It wasn’t 2014 at the time, you understand, but she’s a fairy so I assume she looked into the future to find inspiration for her particular misandric look. She was also a lesbian. Because we all know how those lesbians hate men, right? 

"Claudia," she said to me. "It’s time to face your destiny. Inside of you is a burning misandric rage unlike anything the world has ever seen. When you wake up tomorrow, I want you opening jars left right and centre. Open so many jars that the men get jealous. Open so many jars that you and everyone around you are in danger of drowning in the contents. Keep on opening them. No matter what. Never give up." 

I was so shocked that I did not answer. It was the middle of the night and I was unaccustomed to being visited by such wise and noble beings. 

Before she left, she turned around in the air, her fluttering rainbow wings shining in the moonlight, and whispered: “Also, you’re queer. The Coming Out fairy was busy so I took his shift. Have a nice day.” 

The next morning I awoke and began to carry out my purpose. From that day on, men have trembled to see me. Occasionally they whimper “don’t let her near any jars for the love of God”, but most of the time they merely scatter as I enter any vicinity I please. 

I owe her everything. Without her, I would not be the woman I am today. 

This story is 100% true. You can quote me on it and everything. Never let anyone tell you fairies don’t exist. They do. And they’re raging misandrists. 

xxx



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