Right, as if Umbridge’s legs were that fine.
COMMANDER SHEPPPY FUCK YES.
oh the irony
I’m just going to go ahead and continuously pump my fist in the air and scream like a fangirl for a few minutes, don’t mind me.
Samus, a la Smash Brothers Brawl. Oh la la. My boyfriend, on the other hand, has Donkey Kong. Hah!
I am so ok with this.
His voice is the voice of the heavens.
So long as we remain within that possibility.
I like him a lot, so everything’s fine xD
Connor Fucking Kenway.
… I am surprisingly okay with this.
OH HELL NO. NO
…I’m okay with this.
Raven from Injustice
… I’m ok with this
Booker, from Bioshock Infinite. That’s if we’re not counting the Simpsons: Tapped Out, since I technically play myself in that.
You know, I’d rather hook myself up with Elizabeth instead, can I just do that? Given that she is Booker’s partner in this.
via legallybored. Sorry I’m a chivalrous, dapper gentleman
Pro tip to all fedora-wearing Nice Guys™ who are frustrated with being single despite being “chivalrous” gentlemen:
If you are openly calling all women slutty, bitchy, whores (on your dating profile!?) for not showing interest in you, you’re not really a “nice guy”. Please, “friendzone?” Why is being a girl’s friend such a horrible thing? You’re not even friend material. You are the “douchey asshole.”
I hope a bird craps on your favorite fedora.
Someone is trying a little too hard. And yet, at the same time, not hard enough.
Maybe it’s just me, but I think the first two lines are really all you need to know. Between them and the picture, the rest is sort of inferred.
Office Assistant - in progress.
An excellent piece.
I’ve always hated that fucking paperclip.
But excellent work.
- Mother Gothel from Tangled - 5/8
I cannot be the only person who thinks this woman looks like Cher.
almost exactly ten years ago (april 6 2003)
i set out to create a cartoon romance
the kind i wanted to tell
i… think it turned out all right…
It turned out GREAT!
I’ve made, like, two or three of these posts before. But here’s a new, shiny, updated one.
My name is Liam. I’m seventeen years old and I live in Texas with my parents, sister, and a corgi.
I need to leave, and I can’t do that without help. (I know, I know, why would I ever leave a corgi?)
I would like to leave on August 15, 2013. I’ll be packing my bags, hopping on a plane to Boston, and living with my friend in New Hampshire.
I’m transgender (genderqueer and male-presenting) and my dysphoria is getting increasingly severe. I came out to my parents a month ago, and now they’re using feminine pronouns and descriptors more than they ever have before. I’m not allowed to get a binder, even with my own money. I’m pretty sure at this point that they’re waving my assigned gender in my face on purpose.
My mother is emotionally and verbally abusive. She insults me, harasses me and makes jokes about my orientation, identity, intelligence, and mental illnesses. She’s manipulative, dramatic, and recently stole approximately twenty-five dollars from me while I was in a psychiatric unit. She has discounted my history of abuse on several occasions, and seems to find enjoyment in making sure I know that she “had it worse”. She throws tantrums nearly every day as of late. She refuses to get therapy although she admits to being depressed and angry.
I was sexually abused by my maternal grandparents at age three and possibly a bit into my fourth year. When I was ten, I was sexually and verbally abused by a Sunday School teacher, who returned when I was twelve and sent the girls my age to harass and threaten me when I didn’t show up at Church.
I have a lot of issues, but I’m fairly certain that if I were given a change of scenery, I’d be significantly more well-adjusted.
After I came out as male-identifying, my mother has increased in the frequency and severity with which she abuses me. Since coming home from the hospital, she has told me to leave the house five times because she doesn’t want me here.
I have a place to stay, and people to help me back onto my feet, it’s just getting there and supporting myself until I can get a job that needs to be dealt with. Even fifty frickin cents counts, honestly.
I’m getting desperate now, and am counting down the weeks until August comes.
If you would rather not simply send money, and want to help in another way, I have an Amazon Wish List and will soon figure out a way to have items sent to the family I’ll be living with if people choose to purchase things for me. (Basic clothing and binders, mostly.)
Please reblog if you can’t donate.
Done doing these so here they all are in one place! Fully Dressed Redesigns of Superheroines.
Point of this: An exercise in character design, attempting to clothe the heroines nearly all the way and not making them painted-on, while still keeping the look of their original costumes in some way. Hopefully keeping them looking as iconic as the originally were. Just showing what can be done with a costume breaking outside the barrier of the norm.
NOT the point of this: some moral code I’m trying to push on you
Sorry if there was a character you wanted me to do that I didn’t get to!
I like the Power Girl one. You get her trademark boob window without having a boob window. If they really wanted to give her a more dignified costume, they should have gone with this.
As much as I like scantily clad superheroines, I could get used to this.
take your time,
i dont get it
Try telling people there’s no global warming NOW.
edit: …Although, wasn’t it Greenland that was melting?
copy and paste yourself into my bed
and delete all of your clothes while you’re at it
we can get a little alt of ctrl
shift your way over to me now
back the space between us
and enter me
I’m gonna go Page Down on you
and fondle your click
Press any key to continue.