gingerhaole:

desert-sailor:

gingerhaole:

halfys:

Originally drawn by gingerhaole we both wanted to do a collab with each other for a while and i’m really happy I got to do this with copics. I really love the way she drew these 2 together and I had so much fun with it. 
You can see her version here: 
http://gingerhaole.tumblr.com/post/96481395917/i-did-the-linework-for-this-three-months-ago-but

This is, like… hard candy. This is gems! Look at this gorgeous color! Look at her blouse, the greenish light, the shiny crinkle in her skirt, and his sweet rosy face! And that HAIR. I just can’t imagine this being Copics, it looks like the most immaculate colored pencil.
I am really in love with this, and I’m SO so glad Halfy agreed to do this with me. This is absolutely delicious. Thank you so much, Half. You’re amazing and I adore your work!

This is beautiful, but I’m still in love with the original.

But this IS the original. She was working on this long before I did that half-assed grayscale. And this will always be my preferred version!

gingerhaole:

desert-sailor:

gingerhaole:

halfys:

Originally drawn by gingerhaole we both wanted to do a collab with each other for a while and i’m really happy I got to do this with copics. I really love the way she drew these 2 together and I had so much fun with it. 

You can see her version here: 

http://gingerhaole.tumblr.com/post/96481395917/i-did-the-linework-for-this-three-months-ago-but

This is, like… hard candy. This is gems! Look at this gorgeous color! Look at her blouse, the greenish light, the shiny crinkle in her skirt, and his sweet rosy face! And that HAIR. I just can’t imagine this being Copics, it looks like the most immaculate colored pencil.

I am really in love with this, and I’m SO so glad Halfy agreed to do this with me. This is absolutely delicious. Thank you so much, Half. You’re amazing and I adore your work!

This is beautiful, but I’m still in love with the original.

But this IS the original. She was working on this long before I did that half-assed grayscale. And this will always be my preferred version!

Sketches (by Glen Keane) and final animation

pegacornalley:

heiress-to-the-industries:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE

OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG

pegacornalley:

heiress-to-the-industries:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE

OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG

a-storm-for-every-spring:

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Dogs and Tumblr

One of these things is not like the others

discordsparkle:

arkhamboundz:

rincewitch:

leosboots:

littlekoalaotter:

It took Katara about .532 seconds to take zuko down

"Here for a rematch?" HE ASKED THE WATERBENDER WHILE STANDING ON A GLACIER ISLAND SURROUNDED BY WATER

lmao

"Here for a rematch?" HE ASKED THE WATERBENDER WHILE STANDING ON A GLACIER ISLAND SURROUNDED BY WATER

bace-jeleren:

wasifio:

Gushers sandwich with Fruit by the Foot as bread.

This is it. This is what I became an adult for. To be able to go down to the grocery store, buy a box of fruit by the foot and a box of gushers and make this and not have anyone tell me I can’t.

SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE

bowiepills:

Heathen photosession, by Markus Klinko and Indrani

- requested by Anonymous

perspectave:

i can’t wait until i’m older and have a serious relationship like think of how much fun that would be every single night would be like a sleepover with your best friend and you could make pancakes at 3 in the morning and uncontrollably snuggle when you’re bored  

hoekage:

the main thing i look forward to in life is raising dogs w/ someone i love

doodleholic:

Crystal Visions by Doodleholic

It's only me,
Who wants to wrap around your dreams, and...
Have you any dreams you'd like to ș͇͈͕̭e͓̘͇̮͛͊ͤͯ̍̌͗l͈̣͖͔l̹̮̯̭̹̦̿?

doodleholic:

Crystal Visions by Doodleholic

It's only me,
Who wants to wrap around your dreams, and...
Have you any dreams you'd like to ș͇͈͕̭e͓̘͇̮͛͊ͤͯ̍̌͗l͈̣͖͔l̹̮̯̭̹̦̿?

silvermoon424:

moonbeamtea:

AHAHAHAHAHa

Okay, as much as I rag on the old dub, this is pretty fucking amazing.

893thecurrent:

David Bowie Is, an exhibit about the remarkable career of a musician who changed our culture, opens Tuesday at the MCA Chicago—the only American stop of this show organized by the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. Read Sarah Harper’s review, and see more photos by Evan Hanover.

IM SEEING HIS DOCUMENTARY TUESDAY!!!!

homewreckingwhore:

bluhbluhhugedork:

and this is why we cosplay

those two dudes made each other’s days.