I Was Watching The Great British Baking Show With My Mom, And We Got To Thinking- Imagine A Meth/crack

I was watching The Great British Baking Show with my mom, and we got to thinking- imagine a meth/crack making competition, held in a glass tent in scenic pasture. Each week, there would be different themes: crack scuptures, meth flavors... A panel of expert drug addicts would be the judges, and say things like, "Yeah, I agree, there's a strong aftertaste- I think you used a little too much laxative to cut this batch, Jerry. *pulls out a gun* Now give me fucking all of it!" I would watch the ever-loving hell out of that.

This makes me happier than it should. Not the Spiderman thing, the fact that all of Sony's poorly thought out, shitty cash grabs are not helping them. I feel so bad for the animators who followed their dreams only to have them crushed and spat on by shit like The Emoji Please-Kill-Me-Because-This-Can't-Actually-Be-The-Future-Of-Movie(s). I know if Sony keeps losing money, the peons at the bottom of the ladder (like animators) will sadly be the first to be tossed out on their ass, but if there is any justice in the world, the miserable, feculent pus sacks in charge of greenlighting these cinema plauges will quickly follow.

I had the morbs, but this, chuckaboo, is beer and skittles. If you could see my gigglemug now... Bang up the elephant, I say!

“Got the morbs” should be a thing.

It would be so great if these good wishes would bless me, but I already feel cramps and a headache coming on...

May your next period be light and end quickly

Valla. Go away, rest of the world. Leave me with music, madness, and lakes in the sky.

Reblog this with where you would live in the Fire Emblem games

Old art is old, man. This is from, like, four years ago (i had drawn this traditionally, but redrew and colored it in GIMP) One of my many, MANY OCs, Vincent Steele. He's from an original universe, not a fan character. He's a wizard, but has a rare disorder which causes him to have an allergic reaction to his own magic if he uses it(he'll go into anaphylactic shock). He's a freshman in a magic college, studying Magical Applications in Non-Magical Medicine (he wants to be a wizard doctor, basically). He has a hair-trigger temper, holds a grudge like no ones business, plays drums, and has a cat named Tief (german for "deep"). Most of his tats are the result of drunken dares and bets, but the roses he got in memory of his mother (she loved roses, and blue and yellow were her favorite colors). He has an older sister. If I can find art of her (unlikely) I might post it.