Found this paint pail at Target- looks like Panda Painter’s!
happy halloween. its fucking halloween every day from now until the end of october. happy fucking halloween
IM WATYCHGING GOOSEBUMPS AND THIS JISY HAPPENED AND IM LAGHING SO HARD THE DADS FACE
So today on the freakin’ Tuesday before the Friday of Mickey’s Halloween party in which i have to have Diaval finished I FINALLY find a reference photo for his right side and …..well his right side had a lot of details that I did not know existed SO glad I caught that…but also I have to do more work then I thought in the next few days. That’s okay though because I love him!
I have all of the sewing done and Tomorrow is a make up and details day! I will do what i can in between my work hours but I am pretty busy tomorrow from 8 am until 8 PM….but I will get it done!
YAY! *cries self to sleep*
ALSO MY WIG IS STILL NOT HERE WHAT THE CRAP??
I’M CALLING TOMORROW BRIGHT AND EARLY BECAUSE THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
if the theatre fandom is so accepting why is it that i, cats,
I just realized that the lack of acceptance for asexuals is literally the dumbest thing.
Like, you can’t handle the thought of two dudes kissing? Okay you’re dumb and terrible whatever.
But you can’t handle the idea… Of someone… Not kissing anyone? What are you worried about? They’re gonna eat too much mac n cheese?? Draw too many dinosaurs??? Tell me
AnalThrasher69 is a good person
This is literally my favourite youtube comment string of all time.
always reblog the consenting anal thrasher
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.