And Angry - Blog Posts
I was angry so naturally I drew my favorite character angry 🍕🍕🍕
Also don’t mind that he doesn’t have back quills… or eyebrows (I forgor because I was angry) The longer I look at this the more I realize how much I hate it
this is my lame loser version of vent art 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
Sophie Turner and Tabitha Doherty are really kissing and acting all lovey-dovey on the streets and media articules have the nerve to call them friends.
They are kissing on the mouth. They are feeding each other drinks. They are holding hands. That is romantic behaviour.
I am so TIRED of media treating queer relationship as real relationships. Like, they are dating, use the proper term, thats what you get paid for.
Does anyone know if Franklin got his powers back in Fantastic Four #45? Like for good? I’m confused...
An open letter to General Mills [Fruit by the Foot]
Hello General Mills, Air here.
I would just like to say. I want a replacement Fruit by the Foot.
Last year during the summer, I was going to grab a packet of Fruit by the foot. It was a starburst[s] flavour.
But when I went to go grab it... The packet was empty! It was full of air and sealed.
What in the fork happened? I just want my fruit by the foot back :(
Cheers!
Air
the fact that queerbating exists is so annoying, like can you actually not do that please. 🙄
it’s personally offensive to me directly that i am not seeing mcr this october. why couldn’t they have come to dublin. dublins better than vegas anyways. we’ve got better beer. and ME.
imagine a jedi crèche, with happy children and nurturing crèche masters, bathed in a yellow glow as they prepare for a day of learning and growth. imagine crèche masters watching fondly as the younglings pestered the older initiates into showing them what they’ve learned, secretly pleased with the attention. imagine children who broadcast every emotion as if it were easier than speaking, radiating warmth-love-curiosity. imagine cuddle piles filled with initiates of all ages, of younglings using the force to poke others into waking and making room for them.
imagine a jedi crèche, covered in scorch marks with corpses strewn about. imagine piles of non-combatant jedi and retired old masters and injured knights at the entrance, having clearly fought to protect until their last breaths, taking a shocking amount of enemies with them. imagine younglings in the corners and under beds, older initiates holding hands and curling protectively around the younger ones, brave padawans dead on the ground before them with their hands hanging limply around their training sabers.