quorious:

thatoboekid:

tamarussia:

sungodphoebus:

ohgoditsafurry:

foervraengd:

Okay so I followed this video about foreshortening and…

Sycra. I love you so much for making this video.

YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING SHITTING ME

guys

GUYS

SHIT

image

SHIT GUYS

are you shitting me right now

years of me avoiding foreshortening aND IT WAS THIS EASY??

reblogging againg because holy cow, this HELPS

IM SO GLAD THIS IS BACK 

lividlalnacast:

Arriving at school be like:

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tapedsocks:

my home

tapedsocks:

my home

(Source: weirdnessisgood)

midnitesurprise:

I recently announced that I’m ending my comic Gunshow at the end of the year so when that happens, you’ll probably see more dumb lil comics on here. get ready suckers 

midnitesurprise:

I recently announced that I’m ending my comic Gunshow at the end of the year so when that happens, you’ll probably see more dumb lil comics on here. get ready suckers 

viridian-plains:

incompleteicarus:

Do you ever ‘wtf white people’ even though you are a white people.

hermionemollycharliepond:

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.
“A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.
“Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!" I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

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hermionemollycharliepond:

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.

First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.

A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.

This was a good start.

We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.

Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—

Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.

You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?

He frowned. “Who doesn’t?

Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?

He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?

We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.

He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.

But I’m not.

Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—

We’re married!?

Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?

He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.

We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?

Vegetarian.

Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.

We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.

You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.

They’re your children too!" I screamed back.

He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!

Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—

I want a divorce!

And he walked out of the classroom.

The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.

I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

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tastefullyoffensive:

Be nice to Frank. [caboosium]

tastefullyoffensive:

Be nice to Frank.

[caboosium]

daftpenetration:

adorabloodthirsty-slytherdork:

drbuttocks:

thats-so-meme:

how

now

Brown

cow

psychotichippo:

ugliest-casanova:

It’s dangerous to go alone, TAKE THIS

This is literally my favourite song.

miles-upsure:

When you and your homies all get online around the same time.

officialtokyosan:

benigoat:

Press B to crouch.

This is a sneaking mission.

officialtokyosan:

benigoat:

Press B to crouch.

This is a sneaking mission.

boaillustration:

Interested in a more detailed commission? You can find my commission info here!

Hello everyone! I’ll be attending London MCM Expo next weekend (October 24th to 26th) and due to some unfortunate events, my finances run a bit tight. To create a cushion for my time in the UK so I can actually buy myself some coffee while I am roaming the city of London, I am having a commission flash sale this weekend.

What does this mean? I will accept sketch and sprite animation commissions despite not regularily doing those and will stream all commissions I receive this weekend (October 17th - 19th). I will record the full process and everyone who commissions me this weekend will not only get a high-resolution file of their commission, but also a cut version of the video with their process.

Want to grab a commission? My mail is deborah.hauber@gmail.com for all inquiries, so shoot me a mail and we can work something out!

Hello friendly tumblr friends! If you have money you should be a total babe and commission this total babe

karkats-left-eyeball:

a happy ghost for you to drag around your dashboard

karkats-left-eyeball:

a happy ghost for you to drag around your dashboard