zakeno:

Mystery babes.

idk I’m feeling awful and when I feel awful I just want to draw fanart and chicks.

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1 year ago (via)

1/13/13
2:27
#reblog #reference #other's art

sibellaeperduta:

Hehehehhee

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2 years ago (via)

5/24/12
7:47
#yes #YES #reblog #gif #epilepsy warning

what-is-this-i-dont-even:

Legend of Korra: Fuckin’ Up

I have nothing else better to do than make these.

Y’FUCKED UP

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2 years ago (via)

5/6/12
3:18
#reblog #Legend of Korra #Korra spoilers #yes #yes this exactly

lindseyafterdark:

Figured I needed to put this here ;)

Fun’s just getting started.

yesyes yesyeyseyesyeyeyeyeysyesyeyseysyes

yes

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2 years ago (via)

5/6/12
12:27
#reblog #other's art #Lindsey #LInk #Nabooru #Keaton's Mask

anonmedics:

An extremely disturbing report on the emerging police tactic of employing brutal sexual assault against Occupation protesters as an intimidation and provocation tactic.  Police have engaged in rape and sexual assault against civilians since time immemorial, but the use of such tactics against Occupy may finally serve to bring some light to the intrinsic evil, exploitation, and misogyny of the United States law enforcement industrial complex.

Read the full article here.

Arbitrary violence is nothing new. The apparently systematic use of sexual assault against women protestors is new. I’m not aware of any reports of police intentionally grabbing women’s breasts before March 17, but on March 17 there were numerous reported cases, and in later nightly evictions from Union Square, the practice became so systematic that at least one woman told me her breasts were grabbed by five different police officers on a single night (in one case, while another one was blowing kisses.) The tactic appeared so abruptly, is so obviously a violation of any sort of police protocol or standard of legality, that it is hard to imagine it is anything but an intentional policy.

For obvious reasons, most of the women who have been victims of such assaults have been hesitant to come forward. Suing the city is a miserable and time-consuming task and if a woman brings any charge involving sexual misconduct, they can expect to have their own history and reputations—no matter how obviously irrelevant—raked over the coals, usually causing immense damage to their personal and professional life. The threat of doing so operates as a very effective form of intimidation. One exception is Cecily McMillan, who was not only groped but suffered a broken rib and seizures during her arrest on March 17, and held incommunicado, denied constant requests to see her lawyer, for over 24 hours thereafter. Shortly after release from the hospital she appeared on Democracy Now! And showed part of a handprint, replete with scratch-marks, that police had left directly over her right breast. (She is currently pursuing civil charges against the police department)

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2 years ago (via)

5/3/12
5:50
#Occupy #Occupy Wallstreet #Democracy Now! #sexual assault #important #reblog #trigger warning #tw: sexual assault

mudora17:

LINK WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP. YOU CRAZY. LAY BACK DOWN BEFORE ZELDA FREAKS OUT. ANDY HAS STUFF TO DO.

B—BABBYYYYYY ;A;

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2 years ago (via)

5/3/12
4:58
#reblog #other's art #Lindsey #Chubby!Link

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2 years ago (via)

5/3/12
4:52
#reblog #astrid #httyd #other's art

spatsula:

reaill:

sorryforpartyreichen:

samspratt:

For some reason a bunch of folks from PBS came to my studio and interrogated me about pop culture, internet memes, fan art, and tumblr.

Here’s the video they recorded during the interrogation – which also happens to be my very first on-camera interview — pardon the nervousness … the lights were crazy bright.

pbsarts:Fan Art: An Explosion Of Creativity

The fan art community is one of the most creative and active online. Taking pop culture stories and icons as its starting point, the fan community extends those characters into new adventures, unexpected relationships, bizarre remixes, and even as the source material for beautiful art. Limited only by the imagination of the artist, the fan art world is full of surprises and brilliance.

This is absolutely incredible.
The spotlight that fanart is getting, and that certain fanartists themselves are getting, is literally enough to bring a tear to my eye.
Thank you, to each and every fanartist out there. Seriously- you all are fantastic, hardworking beings and I hope you make it far with whatever it is you want to do. 

this is just so wonderful

i saw drake’s art too woah

Okay this is EXTREMELY Validating because I’ve been trying to tell my teachers this since coming to college

GOOD ON YOU PBS

NOW DO IT AGAIN

AND INVOLVE SOME FEMALE TALENT THIS TIME

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2 years ago (via)

5/3/12
3:28
#reblog #youtube #fandom

(Source: feistyfeminist)

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2 years ago (via)

5/2/12
6:33
#reblog #important #north carolina

(Source: faroresmemory)

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2 years ago (via)

5/2/12
5:57
#reblog #Legend of Zelda #Ocarina of Time #gif

mishalmoorebloggyblog:

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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2 years ago (via)

5/1/12
8:44
#ALL OF MY TEARS #reblog #important

mudora17:

“Where is she, you witch.” 

“WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!” 


——

Probably the moment Nabs thinks it’s a good idea to stop trolling Link. 

“Dude, she’s completely safe upstairs.” 

ALKSDJFLSKDJFLKSDJFS

lkasjdflkjasdlkfjalskdfjalksdjflkasdjflkasdjfsdlafkjsdf

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2 years ago (via)

5/1/12
8:40
#reblog #Keaton's Mask #other's art #Lindsey

allthesethings:

A+. WHO EVER DID THIS NEEDS AN AWARD OMG IM DYING ADSGFDGFSDAFGHDSF

FUCK.

(Source: hangingoffhinges)

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2 years ago (via)

5/1/12
4:25
#actual cannibal shia labeouf #reblog

yes

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2 years ago (via)

5/1/12
3:38
#reblog #actual cannibal shia labeouf #one-ler

rosezemlya:

BLU!  Look, whistling.

DAMN AWESOME WHISTLING

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2 years ago (via)

5/1/12
2:18
#reblog #video #music #good guy ganny cuz I said so