You know what, sod it.
I’m not going into school today.
I’m ahead and there’s nothing I can really do before next Flash lesson which is tomorrow.
This is a moustache cup.
It was used in the Victorian times, if you has a particularly large moustache, you would rest the moustache on the little ledge bit inside the cup, and drink through the hole, to avoid getting your moustache wet.(viaimgTumble)Fucking Victorians, man.
oh wow
Was used by the Victorians? My line manager has one.
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Figured I’d give myself a break from Flash horror with more Blue Sky doodles. First ones are just trying to figure out facial structure but the last two are more my style.
Might try a comic page or two if I have time at the weekend (also I am still slightly freaking out that the magical author even knows I exist aaaa).
I just finished catching up with the latest Blue Sky chapter…
Seriously.
Where is that support group.
My heart has been shredded into teeny tiny pieces and then stomped on by something with needles for feet and the mass of several full grown elephants.
I! HGGG! CAN’T! HGGG! BREATH! HGGG!
problem sleuth and the case of the too=high buttcrack is a fanfiction i would read the shit out ofwhat
oh my god no
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The most unapologetic nerdery I’ve posted yet.
Blue Sky is officially the most brilliant piece of Portal 2 writing in creation and it has been draining my brain’s wavelength for the past two days so scribbling this piece of shit is the only way I can have revenge.
Deal with it.
(Shamelessly referenced from this picture of the Smerch because I am terrible at drawing anyone over twenty five years old.)