I know I’ve talked about it before but it never ceases to amaze me that the city of Toronto created this labyrinthine series of underground walkways that stretch for kilometres under the heart of downtown and they called it the fucking PATH. like how much more ominous could that even be. It doesn’t even stand for anything it’s just the PATH, all caps. What fucking fae named this artisanal bakery maze.
Dimple & Ritsu mess up and try to recover, taken from the second Mob Psycho 100 stage play (context)
Full play now available!
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir
Art style research — f a u v i s m e
I havent even finished my art prelim project. And the fucking test is on tuesday.
if ur a nazi or neo-nazi or support nazi ideologies let this be a fucking harsh message that ur not welcome on this blog and I hope you get socked in the face
have fun w/ this
UHHHH I POSTED SOMETHING DUDEBROS
pls dont steal. I literally spent my eyeballs in this.
Girls, I found this on Pinterest and I'm literally screaming
OOP— ANOTHER DRAWING DAMN— j u n k o e n o s h i m a
(P.s: I will add a sneak peaky of the zhongli digital rendering that im doing rn. Totally not crying over the shading 😗✌)
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