This is what my desk looks like when I’m actually doing schoolwork. That Twix container currently has Sour Patch Kids in it. The beverage is Gatorade. My things of choice when doing any form of work. 

Why can’t I just find a damn story to do my essay on?

Just a random thing.

A storm blew in last night, there was no warning, no signs of it approaching until it was too late. Chilling rain and wild wind fiercely attacked the coast. Two lovers ran hand-in-hand as fast as they could to shelter, fearing the intensity of the storm. But the storm was faster. In an instant the wind whipped around them, corralling them almost, before grasping the woman by her ankles and trying to drag her away. The man tried to hold on, tried to pull her into his arms but the storm wouldn’t let up; icy, needle like water droplets struck the man and slid between the lovers hands, causing their grip to slip while the wind continued to pull. He begged the storm to stop, but his pleads were drowned out by thunder. What was most shocking about the situation, was that the woman had given up; she was no longer resisting the storm and instead, resisting him. Eventually, the storm won and the woman was carried away, her tears blending in with the rain as it hit her lovers face.

The sun rose behind dark clouds the next day. The air was still heavy from the storm, a grey hue fell on the battered land and the man lay there under debris, crushed by the aftermath with Death not granting him freedom. His only hope, was his only love, and the storm had carried her away. 

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Random picture because talking about designing cakes reminds me of my Graduation cake.

I love squirrels. And lemons. And I wanted my graduation cake to be a representation of what I liked. So I had the lady make this cake for me. It was white cake with strawberry filling (I had a sick sense of humor, still do). The lady transported it to us the day before my graduation, when the party was—but it didn’t make it. It had fallen apart. My beautiful, wonderful, one of a kind cake, had fallen apart (we also paid $300 for it). The lady was devastated and reimbursed us in full as well as let us keep the destroyed cake. My Mom walked through the hotel lobby with it’s head on a stick while I carried the destroyed body, we got weird looks. He was a delicious little fella, I just wish I got to see it in person while fully assembled :(

This was the only recognizable part of him left, the rest was just a mess of cake in a box. 

And yes, those are more lemons in the background.

It’s Pabu!!! I love him <3 I am just on a roll today lol

First time drawing Asami, just breakin’ her in. I felt really bad for her this episode and so that’s why I chose that facial expression. 

So this is my attempt at Korra in the Avatar state. It only took me an hour surprisingly, I guess I get more done when the internet cuts out huh? Anyways, this is my first time drawing Korra, what do you think?

Is our toilet paper the anti-Christ?

My sister on the subject of our overly-religious Aunt switching OUR toilet paper from ‘Scott’ brand to ‘Angel Soft’ brand.

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[[I worked on this from 9:30pm-12:30am. I’m quite pleased. I was messin’ around with eye styles earlier in my sketchbook(I was so fucking bored) and decided that oval-y eyes are easier to draw, so I decided to use them in this pic. Anyways, tah-dah~]]

Miiinnneeeee

I made a fox pancake :3

Tonight’s dinner. I need to think of a name for it but until then: Jasmine rice with shrimp, green beans, and carrots. It sounds plain but it was bursting with flavor. I made too much rice though xD