I think I might have broken my finger reblogging this.
the wheelchair isn’t very good but i tried
i tried in everything
Whenever there is an oil spill in the world’s oceans, a sea slick is “born”. Countless animals lose their lives to the thick, clinging clutches of oil, dying miserable, wretchedly drawn-out deaths. Sea slicks are born of the lost souls of those animals and the sludge that bound and choked the life from them. As such, sea slicks are always referred to as “they” and “them” rather than “it”, and it’s said that if you chance upon a sea slick near the surface, their soft, melancholy vocalisations carry the haunting remnants of sea birds and the whispers of shoals of fish.
Despite their fearsome appearances, they are very much docile creatures, preferring to near-constantly swim through the depths and the quiet of the sea they were robbed from. Sea slicks are amortal, being unable to die, as they were never truly what we would call “alive” to begin with. Over time, however, sea slicks do disintegrate, usually over the span of several years, losing pieces of semi-sentient oil to the surface waters.
Ambitious wixes track sea slicks to gather these pieces, as they make especially valuable, durable invisibility cloaks capable of protecting wearers from even the deadliest of spells.
I love this! Modern, industrial fantasy creatures. Wow, so cool!
And instead of trying to match homeless people up with one of the 24 empty homes available for every homeless person
dfab means designated female at birth. fmab means Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Remember when Steve dressed like a grandpa?
#back when Steve was still dragging his feet about catching up with the rest of the world#ehhh gonna keep cutting my hair like I always have#looking for those high-waisted jeans#wear lots of button-ups#and then in CAtWS he’s like#fuckit#short hair like the kids are doing it these days#skin-tight bullshit shirts showing everyone my nipples#FUCKIT#I DON’T EVEN CARE ANYMORE#I’M FUCKING STUCK HERE I GET IT#Steve Rogers#I GIVE UP I DON’T FUCKING CAAAAAAAAAARE (via bluandorange)
This was supposed to be quick doodle but then I just kept drawing and…oh no. I’m sorry.
Oh gawd mistakes. No one saw, shhhhhhhhhh
lets be honest
we needed to fucking hear it
Today I had a long talk with one of my followers, they shared with me their story, and I shared mine with them. When everything was said, I felt it was time to pass on a piece of advice I’d been given years before.
Anyone who claims to be your “friend” but doesn’t celebrate your victories, and never misses your failures, is NOT your “friend.”
This goes for all walks of life, but it echoes louder for artists, writers, and musicians. If you have someone who claims to be your “friend” but has done nothing but hinder you, your passion, and your craft— then you have my permission to walk away.
There’s a saying in Spain…
"I would rather be alone than in bad company."
Stay strong, dear followers. You don’t ‘owe’ anyone your friendship. It doesn’t matter if you have known each other your whole life, or if you just met. You have a limited time on this planet, don’t waste it surrounded by people who hinder your art.
Well shit. Sounds like every toxic friend I’ve ever had.