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if being 100% gay is playing for the other team then i’d like to imagine being pansexual as playing for every team. you just sort of run around between the in and outfields juggling the extra balls and sit a couple innings in the audience eating a hotdog and eventually everyone starts to question whether you even know how to play baseball or not
Snow's-Reblog-Pit-of-DOOM
View Larger hey dirk
why are you so nervous dirk
i said why are you so nervous
i mean its not like you’re meeting your technological equal
who happens to be related to your ex boyfriend
and its not like she’s pretty or cute or anything
or shares any similar interests
like virtually everything
Warner Bros Feature Animation’s The Iron Giant
As I said in the previous post, I’m kinda inspired by the new palettes in Skullgirls.
![thegrasscoversandtheraineffaces:
No name is to be read there.
Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and which are, to-day, probably effaced:
Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien etrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange.
La chose simplement d'elle-meme arriva,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.[70]
[70] He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
Victor Hugo, Volume V - Book Ninth. Chapter VI](http://25.media.tumblr.com/8dd3a6828979e22540b47c156dfbf3c0/tumblr_mmv07wS8Z41s4f4y9o1_400.gif)
![thegrasscoversandtheraineffaces:
No name is to be read there.
Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and which are, to-day, probably effaced:
Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien etrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange.
La chose simplement d'elle-meme arriva,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.[70]
[70] He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
Victor Hugo, Volume V - Book Ninth. Chapter VI](http://24.media.tumblr.com/0c5bcc48f183e1cafb6427b190e0caa8/tumblr_mmv07wS8Z41s4f4y9o2_400.gif)
![thegrasscoversandtheraineffaces:
No name is to be read there.
Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and which are, to-day, probably effaced:
Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien etrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange.
La chose simplement d'elle-meme arriva,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.[70]
[70] He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
Victor Hugo, Volume V - Book Ninth. Chapter VI](http://25.media.tumblr.com/aea95c169f7263427305be29b6efa739/tumblr_mmv07wS8Z41s4f4y9o4_400.gif)
![thegrasscoversandtheraineffaces:
No name is to be read there.
Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and which are, to-day, probably effaced:
Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien etrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange.
La chose simplement d'elle-meme arriva,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.[70]
[70] He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
Victor Hugo, Volume V - Book Ninth. Chapter VI](http://25.media.tumblr.com/617b147378c0e03851b4017ddc730e50/tumblr_mmv07wS8Z41s4f4y9o3_400.gif)
![thegrasscoversandtheraineffaces:
No name is to be read there.
Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and which are, to-day, probably effaced:
Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien etrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange.
La chose simplement d'elle-meme arriva,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.[70]
[70] He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
Victor Hugo, Volume V - Book Ninth. Chapter VI](http://25.media.tumblr.com/61696178ea7637a01f54b143412840fe/tumblr_mmv07wS8Z41s4f4y9o5_400.gif)
![thegrasscoversandtheraineffaces:
No name is to be read there.
Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and which are, to-day, probably effaced:
Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien etrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange.
La chose simplement d'elle-meme arriva,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.[70]
[70] He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
Victor Hugo, Volume V - Book Ninth. Chapter VI](http://25.media.tumblr.com/5a382d3713ed00770c6bb993e9cac0ec/tumblr_mmv07wS8Z41s4f4y9o6_400.gif)
thegrasscoversandtheraineffaces:
No name is to be read there.
Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and which are, to-day, probably effaced:
Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien etrange, Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange. La chose simplement d'elle-meme arriva, Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.[70][70] He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
Victor Hugo, Volume V - Book Ninth. Chapter VI
and so it has been, and so it is written
(Source: vlajean)
View Larger I’m really happy that everyone seems to like this drawing and stuff but I’ve got a tumblr right here and it’d be nice to source. B^)
View Larger Yamuraiha writes using strong, thick brush strokes. Sharrkan writes with thin, proper brushstrokes. Masrur hates writing.
Marlo Meekins: Caricature as Character
Marlo Meekins is a legendary creature: the continuously and gainfully employed artist, illustrator, and cartoonist who’s worked on everything you love, but you still somehow haven’t heard of. Unless you’re into illustrators on Tumblr of course, in which case it’s hard to miss her distinctive line.
Hailing from the cluster of suburbs on the New Jersey side of Philadelphia, Meekins wanted to learn animation in college, but settled for illustration and design. That turned out not to be settling at all, as the discipline obviously informs her work and creative life. After school, she went right to regular illustration and character design for the studios, taught drawing and cartooning, and entered the world of competitive caricature. In 2009 she was named Caricaturist of the Year by the International Society of Caricature Artists.
Meekins spent a hot second working on The Simpsons but dropped the gig to join John Kricfalusi at Spumco, where she met her husband, director Nick Cross. Since then, she’s been contracted on all kinds of developing shows (including one for Disney), while still omnivorously teaching, drawing, and posting her work online.
(Source: dave-stridlediddle)
