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suicunesrider:

when u get online before ur friend and there’s big news in ur fandom

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Ask me thiiings

Ask me things, anon or not, stop by to say hi, hug me tight and never let me go. Whatever you wanna put in my ask box just say something <33

lozey-artblog:

Really really old fanart I did forever ago for my friend, Moon

I’ve been wanting to redraw it for awhile but finally went through to redraw old art to help cheer me up and the fanart popped up so I was like “yeah why not?” 

So I resketched it. Maybe one day I’ll actually redo it digitally.

Bulvark (left) belongs to Moon, 

Detleft (Right) Belongs to me.

Moon look I doodled old fanart aint it purty?

jaxblade:

thedorkiestviking:

papadaftpunk:

american sex education be like

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UI JUST SPIT OUT MY JUICE

My stomach hurts from how long I laughed at this before rebloggin

avatarparallels:

"Of Aang’s three children, Bumi was the one who most encapsulated his father’s penguin-sledding spirit."

- Bumi’s Bio on The Official Nickelodeon Website.

lozey-artblog:

Randomly feeling down so to get my mind off of things I decided to draw happy things, which is mainly just Lozey being dumb and happy which in turn makes me happy

berrykoolaid:

Our king has fallen

augustussinclairofficial:

R I S E

Hey Guys!

Im bored and avoiding working on concept art for my webcomic, so send me asks! It can be about anything you want! Put it on anon or not, stop by to say hi, just send an ask <3

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Do you remember the first
lightning bug
you accidentally killed?
How you squeezed it too hard
in your fist because
you wanted to keep it long enough
to show us?
No one knows what you did with
the light, or where your hand
has been since it happened,
but they’re all curious.

When did it get bad?
When did your voice turn into an
answering machine?
There’s a man at the door who wants
to save your soul. Says he’s been
looking for you,
that God sent him a message telling
him you needed his forgiveness.
The act. The circus of it all.
I’ll tell him to come back later.

Do you remember when you cracked
open by accident,
spilled your firefly sun all over my floor
like it was wine?
I do. I saw it. Proof that you
were still here,
glowing somewhere that you
forgot you could reach.

Tell me about everything you buried
and how it came climbing out of
you with a vengeance. Tell me about
beauty and the beast, the hand and
the fist,
how you remembered you could be
both the thing that opens and the
thing that closes.
Come to me.
Forgive yourself for the things
that turned you into a ghost.
Let me watch you love yourself
solid again.

Caitlyn Siehl, Phantom Hand (after April Sanger’s “The Light Inside Us”)