Day 3: Pumpkin
(aka Em’s desperate attempt to make at least one other art for the Halloween week ;__;)
kishimoto: Sasuke is a prodigy ninja
me, who spent the last 300+ chapters reading about Sasuke getting his ass beat concave:
REMEMBER THE MARINE OFFICIAL ART? WELL, I DREW A FANART
Originally, it was a present to a friend, but i think i can post it now.
Extra:
I finally watched Good Omens! still figuring out how to draw them
D A Z A I
What are your thoughts on Nikolai Gogol so far?
Using the two chapters we have of him, and with zero knowledge of the RL author and his works:
Out of all the characters, I think Gogol is the one who is most concerned with and acutely aware of the power of performance. I feel that a character like Dazai is well-versed in the art of wearing masks and using deflection, but he’s more subtle about it, and if read carefully enough it’s possible to see when he drops his masks and what his true feelings are. With Dazai, everybody can sense the wall that he puts up, but it thins or disappears entirely depending on whom he’s with and what emotion he shows (be it positive or negative).
In contrast, Gogol is in an almost constant state of performance:
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Asexual Awareness Week is here!! Time to celebrate each and every one of you wonderful aces <3 Thank you for being you! Enjoy!!
Me: “How can I help you today, ma'am?” Client: “Is e-mail internet”? Me: “I beg your pardon?” Client: “Is e-mail on the internet? I have no internet, can I still read my e-mail?” Me: “Well yes, you must be able to get online to view your e-mail.” Client: “Oh, dear. I can’t see my e-mail.” Me: “Well, let’s see. Can you open up Internet Explorer for me and tell me what you see?” Client: “Open what?” Me: “Your browser, can you open up your browser?” Client: “My…my…?” Me: “What you click on when you want to browse the internet?” Client: “I don’t use anything, I just turn my computer on, and it’s there.” Me: “Okay. Do you see the little blue ‘e’ icon on your desktop?” Client: “You mean I have to start writing letters again?” Me: “I’m…what, I’m sorry?” Client: “I don’t have any pens at my desk. I just want my e-mail again.” Me: “No, ma'am, your desktop, on your computer screen. Can you click on the little blue 'e’ on your computer screen for me?” Client: “Oh, this is too much work. I’m too upset. Just send me my e-mail. Can’t you send me my e-mail?” Me: “We…okay, ma'am. Can you tell me what color the lights are on your router right now?” Client: “My what?” Me: “The little box with green or possibly a couple of red lights on it right now - it’s most likely near your computer?”
Client: “Lights and boxes, boxes and lights, just get my e-mail for me.
Me: "My test is showing that you should be able to get online right now. Can you tell me what you’re seeing on your computer screen?” Client: “It’s been the same thing for the last two hours.” Me: “An error message?” Client: “No, just stars. It’s black and moving stars.” Me: “…Do you see your mouse next to your keyboard?” Client: “Yes.”
Me: “Move it for me.” Client: “Move it?” Me: “Yes. Move it.” Client: “My e-mail!”
What if you go to sleep and your soulmate writes stories so they’re always up late. So you just watch as they write for hours, watching every little word appear on the screen.
What if your soulmate loves to paint pictures, or do graffiti with only red paint, like they only ever use red paint. So you decide to take an early nap too see what store they go to in order to buy that shade of red, and it turns out they are a murder.
What if you watch as your soulmate leaves little notes and just stares at them so you can read them, like little, “where ever you are, I love you.” notes?
What if your soulmate is your best friend, and at a sleep over you fall asleep first you you just see in thier vision as they draw dicks on your forehead.
What if your soulmate is being held captive so you use your resources to figure out where they are.
What if your soulmates dead and you just fall asleep and see that your in a coffin. Unmoving.
What if your soulmate writes little notes for you and you do the same and you have little conversations via notes and one day you fall asleep and you see that your in a hospital, flatlining.
Some amazing book dedications:
I was talking to a kid in my daughter’s class today, and she said that she thought it would be fun to write a story about the Titanic, but with supernatural creatures.
So I said, “Yeah, that would great! What would the creatures do? Would they save the Titanic from sinking?”
And she gave me the most disgusted look. I have never seen a 9 year old face look so appalled.
“No,” she said, speaking very clearly so as to never be so grossly misunderstood again, “they’re going to eat the passengers.”
God I hope she lets me read it.