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rt ten seconds ago: XRAY AND VAV NEXT WEEKENNNNNND
rooferfeef probably: *dumb cow noises*
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rooferfeef like half an hour ago: sorry i’ve been gone i’ve been busy and unmotivated
rt ten seconds ago: XRAY AND VAV NEXT WEEKENNNNNND
rooferfeef probably: *dumb cow noises*
Didn't sleep well and my anxiety sucks Perfect time to send dumb asks to my fandom friends!
I want art of Mogar and the Mad King murdering people and wearing the clothing of their fallen enemies
Just got inspired by rooferfeef's long text post about what has happened this week.
Monty's death shook me up as an artist. I've taken years and years of Art History classes and what I've learned about them is that when the artist dies, the work is immortal and somehow the artist is always present like he never passed on. We will talk about them for centuries and it'll only feel like yesterday that they made this work.
We won't ever forget Monty's work, because his name is still on them. His creations are now immortal digital files and all the merch is a rememberance of something that has been created. While the artist physically is gone, his presence is still with us and it personally gives me comfort.
I am a photography major, I create scenes, I capture moments, my work is a part of me, my camera is an extension of my eyes and my hands. Life is a very fragile piece of art, and we should cherish it. These times have made me think of myself as an artist and while it seems like I am working for nothing, I couldn't be more wrong. My artwork is important, and while I'm still alive, I should grow to my full potential. I will keep moving forward. I will not stop at the blank canvas in front of me, I will not drop my pencil because I cannot compare to other artists. I will not stop creating.
Keep moving forward. Learn. Grow, because we're all going to die eventually and might as well die with a smile on our faces because we created. Our voices are out there, our ideas are on paper, or in clay, whatever medium you decide to use.
Despite my nerve injury, I should not see it as a halt, an end, to my artistic career. I will learn new techniques while I heal. Use my left hand and not my right. Don't use sketchy poses and just draw lines. Can't use my camera every 5 seconds? Use a tripod and take in the scenery and spend time on every frame. Every second. Time doesn't stop for anyone.
Keep moving forward, and create works of art that could make Monty and yourself, proud.
geoffray and dumb cuddles that lead to smooches ~rooferfeef
Title: Body HeatSummary: The heater's broken in their apartment and Geoff is warm.
Artist: theindecisiveinkdraft.tumblr.com
Recipient: rooferfeef.tumblr.com
Warnings: N/A
Artist: rooferfeef.tumblr.com Recipient: teaandotherstuff.tumblr.com Nothing but fluff and octopuses being sneaky.
So... One of my favorite RT/AH art blogs shut themselves down because of all this drama.
rooferfeef, Baby come back <3 ;3;