I only just found SpaceRocketBunny’s awesome trueform!Castiel design. I had to try to draw it!
Hey Space, lookit this!
a 39 second cosplay skit that receives a standing ovation.
once you watch it, you’ll understand why.
THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES AND I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS MADE ME CRY BUT DAMN
And then I thought that the world is over, because nothing more genius than this could ever be made.
This is amazing.
Lady. Of. Manners.
Yes, I reblog this ever time I see it. I kind of want a print of it for my desk.
“My local library branch started doing this “Blind Date with a Book” thing, thought you guys might like it. The shelf was full when we got there, but was like this as we were leaving. The books are wrapped in paper and have different designs on them, and then a few words vaguely describing the subject matter of the book. Things like “Drama”, “Plot Twists”, “espionage”, etc. The only thing exposed on the book is the barcode that you use to scan the book out. I thought it was a pretty cool idea.”
I’ve never see anything sexier.
DOOOO WAAAANT! Must give as tip to all my librarian friends!
**please do not remove artist’s comments or repost this comic!!!**
okay so i finally finished this comic for my design class! i might eventually print it in small booklets or make multiple episodes/issues if enough interest is expressed. if you reblog this and you would be interested in purchasing/reading issues of this or comics like this, please say so so that i can gauge whether or not this is something i should pursue! <3
the final image is what the back cover will look like if i print it!
EDIT: the phrase “sorry my friendship is a crappy consolation prize” is adapted from a post by tumblr user pampampam! sorry, i meant to credit it and i was so relieved to have finished that i forgot to add this when i first posted.
I’m done explaining why fanfic is okay.
Note: this post was originally made in 2010 in response to Diana Gabaldon’s epic rant about fanfiction. The original version is still being updated. I’m reposting it to Tumblr by request, but if you have any additions, please feel free to drop a comment at LJ so they can be added to the masterpost!
Dear Author of the Week,
You think fanfic is a personal affront to the many hours you’ve spent carefully crafting your characters. You think fanfic is “immoral and illegal.” You think fanfiction is just plagiarism. You think fanfiction is cheating. You think fanfic is for people who are too stupid/lazy/unimaginative to write stories of their own. You think there are exceptions for people who write published derivative works as part of a brand or franchise, because they’re clearly only doing it because they have to. You’re personally traumatized by the idea that someone else could look at your characters and decide that you did it wrong and they need to fix it/add original characters to your universe/send your characters to the moon/Japan/their hometown. You think all fanfic is basically porn. You’re revolted by the very idea that fic writers think what they do is legitimate.
We get it.
Congratulations! You’ve just summarily dismissed as criminal, immoral, and unimaginative each of the following Pulitzer Prize-winning writers and works:
I heard people saying that if they had tests about Pokémon, they’d only get As, so I gave my students the opportunity to prove it. ;D
This is the most fun I had IN MY LIFE while preparing an exam!
I translated only parts of the exam, but if you understand Portuguese, you can check out the whole thing on this PDF.
Please tell me I’m not the first person to do this:
He hadn’t expected this when she’d answered his add.
For certain she was odd, with that white hair despite looking about seventeen and the dark robes and the big bulging bag and the skull under her arm, but he’d thought she was just a bit eccentric, like. Her no-nonsense introduction had been part of what put him at ease—“I’m Cantha,” she’d said brusquely, extending the hand not occupied with the skull, and he’d shaken it and tipped his hat to her. And that had been that.
Except it hadn’t been, because now she was doing something absolutely unholy on her side of the flat, and on his side, his works-in-progress had all gotten up (despite being dead and stuffed, and therefore presumably completely unable to do that sort of things) and started making trouble. It didn’t help that he’d had his hand elbow-deep in the pug at the time. Thank god he’d removed all the thing’s teeth.
“CANTHA!” he roared. “WHAT IN THE NINE BLOODY HELLS ARE YOU DOING?”
“I’m raising a spirit!” she replied crossly. “It’s not my fault you haven’t got the proper wards!”
And the contract had stipulated a good six months of this.
Damn and blast.
