(teaching my art class)
me: and what’s the number one rule when designing characters with wings? …well?
a handful of students, sighing reluctantly: no good fa-
me (interrupting them): NO good-faith attempts at realism, EVER. you want all the bird dweebs and physicists jumping ship as EARLY AS POSSIBLE so they’re not around to cinemasins your ass when you get to the cool parts of your story, and…ugh, what now, gerald
gerald (my least favorite student): why not just do some minimal research instead of-
me: listen you little shit i can and will singlehandedly tank your 4.0 gpa
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hey babe i know you want to punch the wall in a fit of impulsive rage that you'll immediately come to regret when your knuckles split and tear on the brickwork, but i just wanted to remind you to make sure you use proper technique so you don't do any permanent damage to your wrists, alright? and come find me when you're done so i can clean your wounds with antiseptic and bandage them so they don't get infected. okay. love you.
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I love physical 100 because where else can you watch olympic athletes compete against a fucking cosplayer and lose
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Unbelievable! Apparently eating p*ssy does not give you enough sustenance after an entire day of training as a professional level climber
Inspired by Chalk It Up To Luck by @theunqualified1
(This did not happen in the fic though, i just thought it would be a funny follow up to that one scene)
You can find more art for this fic here
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