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Tag yourself Iâm the âOverdressed and Underappreciatedâ. Artist : http://www.mattadrian.com/Â
Jurassic Park: Reevesâs Pheasant Edition
dinosaurs didnât all go extinct. some of them survived and evolved into that group of jerks who hog the whole sidewalk and wonât adjust formation for other pedestrians
at first I was like âwow thats a lot of birdsâ AND THEN THEY TURNED AROUND
for anyone thatâs having a bad day, here are pictures of animals sniffing flowers
I spent at least 10 minutes watching this on repeat. I cried so much. Itâs the best thing Iâve seen in a long time.
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ive had this queued this march
but have yâall seen the sequel
This blog is paused for a while
(I got a lot of things to do and finding good things on tumblr takes too much time... also... It is not very well programmed and very slowly at the moment)
I will be back here soon! :)
20 years ago J.K. Rowling shared her magical world with us mugglesâŠ
Sketch I did on the plane to NYC from Iceland. I saw this intriguing old chap at the Royal Botanical Gardens in Edinburgh, Scotland. Pencil and white chalk on tan toned paper, signed with gold pen. #christopherclarkart #pencil #traveldrawing #travelsketching #drawing #art #oldpeople #cuteoldman #reading #edinburgh
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A quick drawing for Harryâs birthdae!
one of the best tips for Real Life that Iâve ever picked up is to always highball your estimate whenever someone asks you âwhen can you get this done byâ by about 25% (if you can get away with it). that way, if it ends up being harder than you thought, youâve got extra time to figure things out and if you were right about how much time it takes then you get to look like an absolute genius instead of just a simply competent person.
what you may not have realized is that I learned this crucial piece of life advice from an episode of Star Trek where Scotty is telling Geordi that whenever he told Kirk something on the Enterprise was at full capacity, it was always only ever a notch or so below full capacity so that Scotty looked like the god of all engineers when he was able to magically hack the warp drive to run a little beyond what heâd told everyone else was âfull capacityâ and honestly that one throwaway gag from Star Trek has changed my life.
Wolf sketches from my last commission batch. Got a lot of wolf requests this time!Â
1 hr sketches painted in photoshop. Characters belong to their owners.Â
Happy 20th, kids!!
Hi, um, I feel kinda awkward doing this, but I love love LOVE your artwork and I was kinda sorta really really hoping that maybe (if you were still taking requests) you would be open to drawing Artemis as N1? If you already have or don't feel like it that's ok, thanks for being such an awesome artist!! đ
This experiment has been fun, but itâs time to wrap it up. This will be the last, and Iâm ending on a high note. Arty <3
The ask box will still be open, though. :D
PS by the way, @sos-fandoms, thanks for the cute message!Â
the kids are alright.
This is kinda perfect.
It is the year after the Battle of Hogwarts. School is starting again. And the thestrals are confused by all of the attention they are getting.
oh
oh no
you BITCH
WHY IS THIS NOT A THING IâVE CONSIDERED?
No. NO. Sit the fuck down, weâre going to talk about this.
The year after the Battle of Hogwarts. Students nervously climbing into the carriages (no first years, thank god, no one wants to think about that) and eyeing the creatures in front of them. Is this some sort of stunt? Like a memorial?
Hagrid showing the fifth years the thestrals. He wonders if he should, if this is asking too much, but he thinks it would be wrong to keep the truth from them. There are more in the class who can see them than those who canât.
He wakes to a knock on his door after nightfall. For a second he thinks itâs those three again, but no, thatâs not right. He shuffles to the door, holding Fang down behind him, and finds a wide-eyed second year on his doorstep. They came to ask about the horses.
Hagrid isnât one to turn someone away, so he ushers the child inside and puts the kettle on. He explains theyâre not quite horses. Theyâre gentle creatures, really. Yes, you have toâŠyou have to have seen things to see them, too. But they wouldnât do anyone harm.
Can he see them? Why, yes, he can, has for the longest time. Ever since his DadâŠever sinceâŠ
Hagrid stops for a moment, unable to speak. But the child at his table waits patiently, understanding. This is not the first time they have heard someoneâs voice catch on the words. Itâs reassuring, somehow, hearing an adult share the same problem.
They drink a pot of tea before Hagrid sees the kid back to the school, Fang loping along beside them. Itâs reassuring to have these two massive, almost comical forms tromping to the front door. Safe.
Hagrid warns not to go out after dark again. If you want to visit, come along any time in the day.
The next time he opens his door, there are three. Third years, this time. They know a little more, more than they ought to, he thinks. Makes him feel nostalgic.
He sits them down as before and has a long talk. Theyâre less open, keep glancing at each other as they speak, but he can see they have questions. Itâs just a matter of waiting them out.
This goes on for weeks. Hagrid sees a steady stream of students at his door until heâs sure at least half the school has walked across his mat at some point. One day McGonagall approaches him and suggests a change in the curriculum. Perhaps it wouldnât hurt to move a few things up on the syllabus? If heâs willing, of course.
Hagrid leads more students into the forest. He sees their faces, eyes wide with fear, as they see the creatures in the light of day. He patiently explains that theyâre quiet animals, donât much like a lot of noise. Easier to manage, certainly. Thatâs why they pull the school carriages.
He finds taking them once isnât enough. Students keep asking to see the thestrals. Bewildered, he takes them back again and again, watching as the kids sidle up to stroke the long, black wings. They hold out bits of meat to the sharp beaks and whisper calming words under their breath.
Gradually, the looks of fear subside into something else. More than once he hears someone say these things are all right. Kids show up at his doorstep to ask about what he does and what kinds of animals heâs seen. Someone even says they might like to be a teacher like he is someday.
He doesnât know what to say to that. His eyes glisten and he makes a sound like a trumpet as he blows his nose. He hears a giggle when he knocks over the umbrella stand with his elbow.
Things have changed, he thinks. He leads children into the forest because they ask, not because theyâve been punished. Students are clambering to get into his classes when it used to be seen as a last resort. People donât stare up at him with suspicion or fear when he walks the halls these days.
They arenât afraid of monsters anymore. They fear the people who become them.
holy shit, woman
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