I feel like strangling (lovingly) all the artists on tumblr that are so fucking good that always start their post with “not my best work” or “I still can’t get [this thing] right”
Brooooo

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I feel like strangling (lovingly) all the artists on tumblr that are so fucking good that always start their post with “not my best work” or “I still can’t get [this thing] right”
Brooooo
an angel dies everytime keiko draws serge white
nobody’s looking at that damn chocolate
How do I get over all the cockles that is embedded in my mind? It's worse than torture I can't breathe anymore.
“Working is bad for the body. Take a moderate break.” (x)
....so it continues....I have a feeling that the person behind the Ignis mask isn’t some random BD2 dev, but it might actually be Ignis’s JP voice, Miyano Mamoru...judging from the hair in this photo.
Me: "I don't want the Earth to die"
Meanwhile, Sis: *keeps watching How Many Ways The Earth Is Doomed™ for Story Research*
Me:
I plan to never do the "And they were roommates" thing. If we get to roommates and we are not already a couple, the line is DRAWN. I don't want to fight over who left the dirty dish in the sink AND suffer through a "will they, won't they" situation.
Just sounds like hell to me.
Can we please stop this 'Centuries old supernatural dude lusting after naive, vulnerable teenage girls and pretend it's romantic and not creepy at all because he still "looks" like a young man' trope