the entire dash when we found out old philly was dead
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Happy Thatcher is in Hell day
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Tumblr user Vetisx asked me awhile ago about the brushes I use.
Instead of just showing you guys my brush settings in Sai, I’ll show you a process too!
[Process painting of a commission I am working on currently. Fuzzy bra…]
But yeah, I don’t use anything special… it’s just a modified version of the standard brush from Sai - Hope you guys find this helpful! ♥
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REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005) dir. George Lucas | RETURN OF THE JEDI (1983) dir. Richard Marquand
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Prompt: the avengers lose at an avengers themed trivia night
“How the fuck did none of us know Clint’s middle name?”
“It’s redacted on all his official paperwork,” Steve said, taking the martini from Tony’s hand before another emphatic gesture caused the vodka to slosh over the rim. “The address of his apartment building in Bed Stuy is part of the public record, but his middle name? Not so much.”
“That explains why you don’t know it.” Tony frowned and reached for his drink, scowling when Steve did not hand it back. “It doesn’t explain how little Miss Secret Agent over here didn’t know it.”
“I knew it,” Natasha said. She held Tony’s stare over the rim of her drink as she took a dainty sip. “I was just sworn to secrecy years ago.”
“Oh and keeping Clint’s secret is more important than our team’s honor?”
“Of course.” Natasha reached out to tap her knuckles against Clint’s. “Bros before hoes.”
“Did – did you just refer to Earth’s Mightiest Heroes as hoes?”
“Heh, her-hoes,” Clint said, earning another fist-bump from Natasha and an eye-roll from Bucky.
Tony pinched the bridge of his bridge of his nose. “So Steve only knows facts about us that he can read in our files, the Assassin Twins over there are apparently think secrets are more important than winning, and no one else here gives enough of a shit to learn Barton’s middle name.”
“Rude,” Clint muttered.
“Accurate,” Bucky replied.
“What I still don’t understand,” Tony interrupted, “is how Girl Scout Troop 616 fucking knew that Clint’s middle name is Francis!”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Clint said. He pointed at one of the gangly teenagers who was proudly taking a selfie with her Captain Marvel action figure. “Marnie lives in my building. She was there when Kate got super pissed and Full Named me at a barbecue.”
“Kate knows?!”
“Of course,” Natasha said with a smile. “I told her.”
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the year is 2027. the met gala theme is dashcon. i arrive in a navy parachute-nylon gown with a shimmering, mile long train containing a diving board, depth markers and hundreds of plastic balls. the vogue style editor dressed as Dr. Whostuck pulls me aside and begs to know the designer. i smile enigmatically and simply say, “it’s a ball gown.” all of the reporters are wearing mishapocalypse masks
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i made this for a group chat but i figured i might as well post it here too
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me: i feel strongly that everything is bad. all evidence supports this conclusion.
my cat: hm. i have counterpoint
me: impossible. what is it.
my cat:
me, voice trembling: ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ
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anyone who wants to learn to be a doctor should be accepted into medical school and allowed to study as long as they need until they are fit to graduate. we need more doctors.
people are dying. the artificial medical school caps where folks with goddam 4.0s from great fucking schools aren’t even allowed to go to medical school are part of the problem.
This practice of artificially deflating the number of medical students doesn’t produce better doctors, they’re only producing less doctors.
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