Cool ghost photography by surrealist photographer Cristopher McKenney.
MY ANACONDA DONT
if you’re ever really sad you should probably go look at cake wrecks. your life won’t improve or anything but you’ll probably be too busy trying to decide why the word “ultrasound” is suddenly so funny to you to remember why you were sad, at least for a little while
idk man as a long time user of cake wrecks, i can honestly say that it has changed my life for the better
also people should keep in mind that sometimes when an artist says “doodle" what they mean is "stress-free art”. that doesn’t necessarily mean that the “doodle” they made is something that they didn’t work hard at or didn’t spend a long time on. some people get really out of control when they see impressive works and the artist write “just a doodle” and they think, this is it, this is the end, im no longer going to be an artist, how can i possibly compare myself.
sometimes “just a doodle” means “not working on commissions or something work-based”, so don’t fret yourselves. plus not everyone who posts art plans on a bunch of people seeing it. you don’t really expect your stupid poorly written artist caption to be seen by a lot of people via reblogs,
soon the ancient meme god nyancat will return and slay your false meme idols. the hour of the lolcat is upon us. repent. u can haz mercy
if you’re gonna shit on people for using fictional characters to motivate themselves well first of all what the fuck is your problem
mega bidoof confirmed
LET IT RIP
Diantha tugged at the lapels of her coat and sighed into the frigid night air. She scanned the horizon on the beach but could barely see anything under the haze of Cyllage City’s lights. It was becoming increasingly impossible to stay incognito, while also searching for her ride.
Suddenly, a voice broke through the night’s silence. ”Looking for me?”
The first thing Diantha saw was a flash of white teeth, and then Cynthia’s blue-gray eyes.
She hurried over to meet her, taking her sandals off with each step and bracing herself for the cold water.
Before the tide could crawl too far up her legs Cynthia swept her up onto the back of the Lapras, and then they were off. Diantha shivered and tucked her knees up under her chin.
Cynthia wrapped her arms around Diantha’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. ”I’m sorry, I kind of got lost reading the map.”
"You mean the maps Steven drew?" Diantha scoffed. "I would’ve expected seasoned explorers like yourselves would know how make a decent map."
"We explore caves Diantha, not oceans. The only star maps I’ve ever read were in ancient atlases, but I never thought I’d actually use one. Especially not when there are boats, trains, planes, cars-"
"-yeah yeah I get it."
Cynthia observed Diantha’s pout and used her thumb to push Diantha’s lower lip back up. When it drooped back down she giggled, and pressed another kiss to her neck.
"Don’t be mad," she said softly, "I guess I’m still not that good at being romantic."
Diantha’s frown slowly morphed into a smile and she finally turned to face her. ”I’m not doing much better at being patient either.”
She brushed their noses together and wrapped an arm around Cynthia’s waist. ”When did you catch a Lapras?”
Cynthia grinned sheepishly, “It’s not mine, actually. It’s Iris’.”
Lapras cooed at the name of it’s trainer. Cynthia petted it’s back absentmindedly.
"So," Diantha purred, "You had to move mountains to get here? Calling in all sorts of favors, asking me to be discrete?"
Cynthia stole a kiss before replying, and took both of Diantha’s hands in hers. ”Next time we could just order a pizza and stay in, if you’d prefer?”
Diantha smiled, and tucked herself more firmly into Cynthia’s embrace, “I think this is just fine. I love you. Thank you for doing this.”
"I love you too."
you’ve got a lil’ somethin’ right there