Art Challenge: 30 Important Expressions

Well you found me, Congratulations. Was it worth it?

The only thing you managed to break so far It’s my heart. This isn’t brave. It’s murder. What did I ever do to you… You don’t even care, do you.

His name is Sparrow and he is SO BEAUTIFUL I can’t stand it.

Photos by ©brittinea - Via Love Meow

For those curious about my eye coloring process

This tut on Deviantart. A few of my fav eye tutorials: Quinni, Conceptcookie, Sariel367, Majouna.

favorite damn trope in the history of ever:

monsters, or characters who view themselves as monsters, being touched and/or treated gently for the first time in their life.

just

I see BABD’s cult and the bad part of the FNDM have found us talking shit about them.

If I’m the idiot, then how come you’re the ones complaining about realism in a series where everyone has a magical energy barrier that protects them from harm and has weapons with alternate gun modes that’s second to only the battle choreography in sheer over-the-top absurdity?

Mindcrank, I don’t know what crawled up your ass and died, but I’d certainly expect an actual RWBY fan to know better than to blindly listen to someone who not only doesn’t know shit about anything they bitch about at all but regularly steals art, edits it without the artists’ permission, is ridiculously sex-negative, stalks and harasses everyone (inculding women) who tell them they’re a goddamn idiot, and just generally is a complete hypocrite. 

 “B-but Cinder’s arrows!”

Remember Amber’s class case? Cinder pierced it BEFORE she got the maiden powers.

Pyrrha could’ve worn armor as thicker than concrete and it wouldn’t have helped. 

Also Pyrrha’s combat style relies on her being able to move quickly, which thick, restrictive armor like the kind that BABD regularly masturbates to wouldn’t allow. 

His Heartbreak - Submitted by Kaitowaifu00-02 #fd003d #fcc1d1 #fdebef #f4fafc #c5f3fe #6de0fb #006580

“CAN ARTISTS PLEASE STOP DRAWING”

*scrolls past*

@valentinethesempiternalpanda do this for me when I die pls ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

Forget Coffins! This Company Will Swirl You Into Beautiful Glass Creations When You Die

Seattle- based company Artful Ashes is helping loved ones during the grieving process by creating unique glass memorials for those who have passed away. Through the use of art glass blowing, Artful Ashes collects one tablespoon of your loved one’s ashes to include them in a glass orb and or heart. …

Welp, this is just about all I want in death.

Like, I want to be made into a beautiful glass thing.  I want to be something treasured for a long time and rarely talked about.  I want to live in the home of someone who loved me, and touched now and then in silent memory.

I want people to forget that I’m in there, I want the memory of what I am to pass out of the family’s knowledge.  I want to be given away, and put out in a thriftstore somewhere.  

I want someone to buy my ashes for $4.99 and put me in a window and love the colors.  I want to cast beautiful, fractious and curving sunlight across the wall, sparkling and glowing and shimmering, depending on the time of day.  I want someone to take a picture of me with the moon behind me, luminous and mysterious.

I want a witch to buy me and put me in her work room.  I want an artist to leave me on their worktable.  I want to inspire people and make them smile.  I want to be warm from sunlight or chilly from the cool air.  I want to be packed in newspaper carefully when they move.  I want to be given as a holiday or graduation present to someone’s kid, I want to be given as a housewarming gift as a reminder of home.

And god, then, hopefully some day, I want to roll off the table, I want that globe to crack.

And then I want to haunt the living shit out of the future.

this ISN’T A JOKE

Aces and aros are in the LGBT+ community and if you don’t like that you can leave there’s the door I give 0 fucks bye but I’m not going to stand aside and let you bully aces and aros into suicide or leaving out of fear just so you can satisfy your pathetic need to feel some control over your “oppressors” without the consequences of never actually confronting your oppressors if you don’t like that: too bad I don’t care

Later kids