red-zettamiles:

scarvenrot:

when people reblog my stuff and write nice comments in the tags but I can’t respond to them because I’m a fucking freak who goes through my reblogs searching for cute tag commentary

does anyone else notice that piccolo is blushing red instead of purple?

when people reblog my stuff and make remarks about something completely irrelevant to the point of the post

when people reblog my stuff and write nice comments in the tags but I can’t respond to them because I’m a fucking freak who goes through my reblogs searching for cute tag commentary

Looking for a job is scary :(

sometimes I think of multiple-digit numbers as “words” because that is all I know

like I just looked at my computer’s calculator and laughed as I thought to myself “all that’s here is the word 1996”

I’m either turning into a computer or there’s something else seriously wrong with me

hey, some tips for anybody going into college (or who’s in college) and who’s going to have roommates that they don’t know:

• don’t use your roommate’s dishes for things other than human food
• clean up after yourself when you make a mess in common areas
• if you have to take your roommate’s clean laundry out of the dryer, put it on top of the dryer, not on the dirty floor in front of their bedroom door
• don’t let your guests use your roommate’s bathroom. Have them use yours.
• don’t invite your significant other to live out of your apartment during the last month and a half of school without asking your roommate’s permission first
• don’t put paint or glitter or glue on anything that isn’t yours
• do not
• DO NOT

not only did I leave my room earlier today to find my clean laundry piled in the hallway (only a few hours after I’d put it in the dryer, while there’s been laundry not belonging to me all over the hallway and the laundry room for well over a month), AND find my bathroom had been used yet again (and the last of my toilet paper used!), but my roommate decided that it was a good idea to put glittery paint into a glass that my sister gave me my freshman year of college that she’d also used for HER entire college career. I went into the kitchen and found glittery paint fossilized not only on the inside of the glass, but all over the outside. I tried to scrub it off for about fifteen minutes. It’s completely fucking ruined.

There was one goddamn week left of school.

I’ve been writing YA novels and simultaneous gay porn since 2007 though

MY NEW TABLET GOT HERE TODAY AHHH

thank you so much to everyone who was concerned and helped me out??? I really don’t deserve such kindness but you can bet your butts I’ll make it worth your while

You can see my dead-ass giant Wacom there and my new (smaller) Monoprice!!! I downsized a bit (to a 10x6.25) to make sure the cord won’t suffer travel damage like my colossal Wacom always did (a 12x19 Wacom tablet does NOT fit in my computer bag so I’ve always had to shove it in my suitcase) and hopefully it’ll last me for a long time!!

I’m so grateful to everyone, I never expected such a quick and caring response (and most of the money that went toward getting this tablet was simply donated out of the kindness of people’s hearts). I feel honestly blessed and I’m going to work even harder on all of my art to make it up to everyone!!!

It’s a little awkward drawing with a smaller tablet, but hopefully I’ll get the hang of it within the next week or so. My Wacom lasted me almost 7 years so it’ll definitely be a different experience!

Thanks again you guys ahh you are THE BEST ; u ;

lmfao stares at that fuckin Saintly fic and cries because there’s a lot of subtext that nobody gets

my problem when I write is that I like to imply a lot of things that nobody could possibly understand until I explain them

wanting to draw and share pictures of characters whose designs I haven’t shared yet

Wanting to talk to people about plot points that haven’t been revealed yet

do you know what this is

this is every word of fanfiction that I wrote for Metalocalypse in a single word file

That’s not what I wrote but I get the feeling you’re insulting me, computer

OH GOD I JUST TURNED IN MY MIDTERM AND LEFT AND I MOST DEFINITELY WROTE “FARTS OF SPEECH” INSTEAD OF “PARTS OF SPEECH” FUCKIN

A song just started playing over the loudspeakers in the dining hall and I jumbled More than a Woman, Careless Whisper, and I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing into a single song in my mind trying to figure out what song this is (I still have no idea)