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@gingerlunas
Studied a lot recently and it didn't even pay off
Human Bill Copher is so interesting I wanted to give it a shot. Dipper and Mabel are back but theyre also in high-school now lol I was on a bit of an age up au thing thsi month
First art of the year, started on stream. Kanker Sisters, high school age and still discovering themselves
Long Exposure Volume 1 Kickstarter is LIVE! CHECK IT OUT HERE!!
@matzahball
For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner–I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
great poast every one👍
I have drawn him…. The High Geologist
Can’t believe he’s ace
He is now And here’s the photo evidence:
hey guys…https://twitter.com/MatthewLillard/status/1322648148364324864 so does this make it canon?
the high geologist has ascended
every time i see this post it gets…. better? but also weirder.
I always gotta reblog the High Geologist once in a while.
I love this too much.
make my brain focus for once- challenge
sequel
me, hyperfixating: I would like to think about something else now
my brain:
me @ AO3
You wanna know a secret tho? You can.
You can leave as many as you want and it’ll show up. I’ll see your name four times in the kudos list when you clicked it four times. That little note is just there to remind you that you’ve already done it.
wait whAT
PSA PSA PSA PSA
HOLY FUCK
oh my god???
If nothing else, it shows up in the kudos email. For example:
WHAT?!?!? SO I CAN SHOWER AUTHORS WITH LOVE EVEN AFTER I’VE LEFT KUDOS????
Wait, WHAT?!
IS THIS WHY I SOMETIMES SEE REPEATED NAMES?! I THOUGHT IT WAS AN ERROR!!!
Way too funny not to share
I’ll extinguish you with my burning soul!
PROMARE (2019) │dir. Hiroyuki Imaishi
fucks sake
god dammit
Okay now which one is clearer? 1?
or 2?
Maybe just take off the glasses!?
This spoke to my soul wth
I feel attacked.
I HAD TO TAKE MY ACTUAL GLASSES OFF TO MAKE SURE I WAS SEEING IT RIGHT AND THEN I REALISED THIS IS A CALL OUT POST FOR GLASSES-WEARERS FUCK
OUCHIES
YOU FUCKERS MADE ME READ THIS WITH MY OWN FOUR EYES
I feel attacked
The future is now
HER SHRuG EMOTICON ONLY HAS ONE ARM!!!
New Orleans ❤
Thunderstorm jazz is freaking awesome. I need an album of that. I’d sleep like a baby.
This is so dreamy
Leap of faith
THE CHILLS
GOD THIS SCENE!? THIS SCENE RIGHT HERE!? THIS IS POETIC CINEMA MY GUY!!!
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
I read this story as a child and I cried and cried. I never wanted to be like the little boy.
This entire post encapsulates my childhood
The director of our city’s after school programs once was talking about not limiting children’s expressions by sharing a story. When he was in school they were told to draw a tree. He did and he drew purple leaves on the tree. The teacher berated him, in front of the class, telling him trees don’t have purple leaves. The next day he laid a branch he’d ripped off of his neighbor’s tree on to her desk and challenged her silently to say something. The branch was full of purple leaves. I don’t even know that teacher and I want to ask her what’s wrong with a tree with leaves any color other than green? Don’t squash a child’s creativity!