I fucking LOVEd the bike scene, the entrance was just *chef kiss* mwah

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I fucking LOVEd the bike scene, the entrance was just *chef kiss* mwah
let him bribe charon
Artist: Landy R. Andrianary Title: gunnm (wip) “Trying a new style inspired by Yukito Kishiro (Gunnm), Hiramoto Akira (Prison School), Hiroya Oku (Inuyashiki) and… Jim lee?” Great stuff…
skype came and went :/ and discord is for gamers….wheres my chat for rats….. my rat chat….
Darius painted his first art piece today
A masterpiece.
Art by Wouter Gort
久しぶりに同人誌の頃の表紙など。モツ出し悪魔と男子高校生、の略でモツ悪って呼びつつ、頭のローマ字取ってMADKとしてたけど、こっちが公式名になるとはなぁ。
Question: How unnerving do you think it would be if you were a team sport player, like for basketball or soccer or volleyball, and you went to play at a major tournament, and for the entire match, the audience is dead silent.
No cheers. No music.
Not even the crinkle of a water bottle, the rustle of a wrapper.
The echo of the ball is loud. The silence is oppressive, like heavy velvet. Your calls to your teammates seem muted or, worse, inappropriate. Out of place.
You play the game in dead silence. Your opponent plays the game in dead silence. You lock eyes with your mark, lips pressed tight, and you can see the confusion in their eyes as well, the fear. You are all hostages to the silence.
The audience stares down at you. You mess up. The opponent scores a point. No one cheers.
The referee does not shout. The announcers in their booth do not speak.
You play a match in utter silence. No one makes a sound.
The Berkshire Eagle, Pittsfield, Massachusetts, October 7, 1963
Ratty
I just did a japanese version from scratch.
So my friends getting his leg amputated today, and he’s texting me and he goes “This sucks! I’m losing all my tattoos.”
I’m like “That’s what you’re worried about? What about your leg?”
He goes “I DIDN’T PAY FOR MY LEG!!!”
Petting a Twitching Sleepy Rat
Here’s this mess i drew in class the other day