Happy 19th birthday to Castra 

I’m scheduling this bc I’ll be asleep then i’m going out for the day lmao but happy birthday!! you’re so old wow!! "senpai you’re older tho"

I drew your queen of stars and hah i thought she was a teen but when i finished the lineart i found out she was 21  i haven’t played ssp yet but it’s downloaded so one day„„„„

also she’s in this dress because it’s in your astra tag anyway hbd again hope you have a lovely day uvu

ps. it’s transparent + open new tab for full view bc i’m a loser who draws on a huge canvas and always forgets to resize

mookie000:

some HQ body pillows I thew together for Otakon!

your fav childhood memory?
Anonymous

ageekyfemmeforeveringlasses:

Not paying bills

spermbanker:

seattle man. a local hero.

spermbanker:

seattle man. a local hero.

derikisu:

HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE THESE CUTIES

reesl:

Now- again, with the sailing anime,

vanchamarl:

Another paintover practice, done for fun. 

liricamore:

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liricamore:

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humansofnewyork:

Mahmoud was my driver during my time in Shiraz. Perhaps the most colorful man I’ve ever met. He speaks English in simple phrases, which always involve his name, such as “Mahmoud happy” or “Mahmoud love.” Often he just says “Mahmoud,” then points at me, and places his hands over his heart.
He is the most hospitable man I’ve ever met. If I needed to cross the street, Mahmoud became a crossing guard. He would not let me open my own car door, or my own bottle of water. At one time or another, it seemed that he offered to give me everything he owned. I once made the mistake of accepting his offer of cologne, then got sprayed eight times.
My fondest memory of Mahmoud was yesterday when we laid down to rest in a garden. Mahmoud had carefully prepared two beds using mats and blankets. I couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to let Mahmoud rest, and went for a short walk by the river. When I looked back, Mahmoud had woken up, folded up both the beds, and was running to accompany me. 
(Shiraz, Iran)

humansofnewyork:

Mahmoud was my driver during my time in Shiraz. Perhaps the most colorful man I’ve ever met. He speaks English in simple phrases, which always involve his name, such as “Mahmoud happy” or “Mahmoud love.” Often he just says “Mahmoud,” then points at me, and places his hands over his heart.

He is the most hospitable man I’ve ever met. If I needed to cross the street, Mahmoud became a crossing guard. He would not let me open my own car door, or my own bottle of water. At one time or another, it seemed that he offered to give me everything he owned. I once made the mistake of accepting his offer of cologne, then got sprayed eight times.

My fondest memory of Mahmoud was yesterday when we laid down to rest in a garden. Mahmoud had carefully prepared two beds using mats and blankets. I couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to let Mahmoud rest, and went for a short walk by the river. When I looked back, Mahmoud had woken up, folded up both the beds, and was running to accompany me. 

(Shiraz, Iran)

viria:

I NEVER KNEW HOW BADLY I NEEDED HAIKYUU!! RULE 63 UNTIL I DREW ONE. and I should be working, working on important stuff

but there was no escape, my hand was drawing uncontrollably 

also a little bonus with managers which I was too tired to finish: