I was literally up all night working on this forgive the imperfections (there are many).
Owen turned 22 like three days ago so I drew him this. 3 days ago. I just now got access to internet.
I have no idea how to draw Nyaercia’s hair style and I’m like 90% sure I made her too pink. She’s my character I SHOULD know how to draw her. But I don’t.
He was the one who requested it, I’m not nearly cheesy enough to think of this cliche on my own.
Oh yeh, let me show you guys what I drew for Owen’s birthday.
Brace for nude-y night elf.
meeting peoples moms for the first time is so intimidating because i cant tell if theyre a strict mom or a laid back mom and as i ride in their car i have to slowly figure out what breed of mom they are
does anybody else clean their phone screen by wiping it on their boob or is that just me
when i call a character trash i don’t mean it as a joke or an insult i mean it as you belong in a garbage can and the garbage can is my heart
a japanese teenager sits his parents down
"mom dad, im gay"
"but son how do you know? are you in love?"
the son shakes his head as a tear rolls down his face. he lifts his hands from his lap. they are bigger than his face. his mother begins to weep
he has yaoi hands.
That point in a piece of fanfiction where you can tell something embarrassing is about to happen so you start fucking around on tumblr because you’re a huge baby with a crippling overabudance of empathy.
I do this with every media I consume. I pause movies and have to walk around and prepare myself for second-hand embarrassment sometimes.
This has been a PSA.