What The.. Why

What is up with new drawing tablets???? My drawing tablet I had for years stopped being supported by the company and the last drives it had stopped being supported by illustrator and so I'm looking at new ones and how come for the same things that came standard on my tablet are now sold separately and it is an over 300 increase in price, like shdgwhwjdggs

I can see it being like 50 to 60 more since tech has come a long way, but for it to go from 60 bucks to 400 insane

dangerrrr water rising… shadoooows of dark creatures…

its here

Happy International Asexual Day!

Ohh to have the courage to tell someone to shut the fuck up. Curses and all

Okay I've just I can't get this out of my Head.

You know how alastor freaks the fuck out and clearly clearly has a very big connection to his microphone?

He hasn't been really wounded but only his broken microphone is enough to make him spiral about almost dying.

And so I get thinking... Giving Charlie the mic, just for a song, a performance...

That SCREAMS I believe and trust in you. I was SHOCKED seeing him give it to her.

Now more than ever I feel like, whether he likes it or not, he would trust her and the others at the hotel with his life, and I think he's starting to realise it and is freaking out, becouse that means they have control over him, and he can't Afford to lose even an ounce of control

This is the face of someone so hurt and scared he can't even tackle it. He's in despair and even then, it takes him almost nothing to get back out there. He's so fucking scared and even then he shoves it all down, puts his mask back on and goes back to comfort his friends.

Why does clapping slap so hard in songs.

If I reblogged this every, rather unfortunate, time I wish to set out and lead a julius caesar-esque quest against the powers of this world, it shall either fall into ruin or one must scroll endlessly to reach an ounce of salvation against my frustration and rage.

The uncontrollable urge to bite and scratch to strangle and maim to push and shove and watch as the corporate ingrates grovel at my heels is one, as of yet, unachievable yet no less tangible in my own hated manifestation. That in reality, it is simply the unfortunately nonexistent and unachievable truth that it is never to come.

It was at the Google search engine where murder entered my heart

“Alola Sky”

Ash get a sweater already. It’s cold up there remember?