“Victorian Velociraptor with Violets.” Acrylic and liquid gold leaf on Rives BFK. Made by Adam Mazur.
“MOTHER WHY HASN’T THE DUKE CALLED AGAIN?”
Someone painted this.
Someone out there sat down and said that they were going to paint this.
Somebody planned this out and then did it.
What a time to be alive.
I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FUCKING THING FOR MONTHS
I love this. Completely and unironically. This makes me ridiculously happy.
(via noodle-is-gudle)
So I’ve been sitting around, resigned to ’I ship this, fuck my life’ for like two or three weeks now, and occasionally I look up from painting glittery interspecies homosexual shenanigans in space and it’s like, “Oh. Oh, right. So, this is like me and maybe like six people doing this or liking this at all. Right ho.”
On one hand, it’s like, ‘Damn, this is kind of isolating as fuck. I am frown.’
On the other, it’s like, ’…I have the potential to help raise this shit from the ground up and have the foundation of accepted shit be GLITTER and EYESHADOW. Challenged accepted, internet.“
i underestimated how much time this would take, and also forgot that unless i want to come back to my mother’s sometime in the next two two weeks, that I also have to pack the things i want to take to gallifrey tonight before driving back to the city
ugh
tinsnip hangs out with Lady + tinsnip drives home listening to The Weepies = tinsnip writes fluffy Deep Dish Nine! The equation is solved!
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saturn’s light throws a ring around the moon
and i said my prayers too soon: no one was listening
there’s a hush on the street
i can hear my own heartbeat and my lonesome breathing
but my soul’s little bird can still singI am making a mistake, he thinks as he hurries down the street, coat wrapped around him against the breath of omnipresent winter. Oh, I am making a mistake.
things are happening~~~
