The growing pains of really loving to create stuff.
I have had a few really bad days this week, and was thinking about this driving in, today. Did you have friends who liked to draw when you were younger? I did. I had a lot of friends (sizably more than those who liked to draw, even) who liked to write, as well. I would say the majority were aspiring authors. Most times it was great - you had someone to create things with, to talk about what you were making, sharing ideas. But I admit I still always felt a little disconnected, like we weren’t quite talking about the same thing. They talked a lot about how many books they would sell, and the big fan base they would have… but were not as interested in talking about the characters, the plot… and certainly not in actually sitting down and creating something.
WARNING: Sensitive Subject, read at your own caution
What have I become?
This life sucking, parasitic, tainted abomination leeching my life force away, the more I train the more it absorbs, at this stage I’ll never overtake Kakarott.
How dare I allowed this to happen to me, makes me sick to my stomach just to feel it kicking in me, taunting me with its alien existence.
This thing, this imitation of a joke of the Saiyan royal legacy, is nothing more than a mistake that was never meant to happen, curses!
Father would be mad, if anything he’d have me dead rather than even looking at him in the eyes, the last look I’ll ever get to get of him would be the back of his head, and his cape, his footsteps blurring the further he walks away, as I lie there bleeding, if he ever would so grace me with a dying wish of remaining conscious as I welcome my eventual end.
I got brought back to life from that lizard just to suffer this humiliation? To become nothing but a fucking sow in heat that would sink down to an Earthling scum’s level and engage in such lewd activities?!
Nothing on this planet is strong enough to get it out, and I would be damned to ask Kakarott to beat it out of me, that fool may be half witted but he sure isn’t that dim, may even want to adopt it himself too, wait, why am I even thinking that he would?!
This nausea, this growing pain, this, this hideously increasing girth, it’s destroying everything I ever worked for, I hate this, I hate this!
Get rid of it!
Another short writing
I hate this dish, I want something edible.
Radditz, tell them to bring me something more appropriate.
I don’t care, you think I would allow such standards to reach my lips?
That’s not my problem, take care of it Radditz.
There, you made me angry, now clean that up.
You’re all useless, I’m heading out.
Out of my way Nappa, you can’t expect me to eat this, it’s bad enough I’m seated with the rest of you, you think father would have allowed this?
Let go of me!
Oh! I, Master Frieza.
Nothing sire, just a squabble among me and my teammates and nothing more.
The mess? Radditz is just clumsy, I apologise on his behalf, it will not happen again.
No sire the food’s fine, just that I’m not hungry.
No sire it will not happen again.
A short writing excercise before work
That dream again.
These flowers felt so soft, the scent felt like they’ve lingered on my fingers.
It’s still dark.
Scouter indicating that it’s still hours before we take off.
Better be quiet so I don’t wake up these goons, not like they’ll care anyway, thank God I have my own room.
Curse these security doors, announcing to the whole world that Princess Vegeta is exiting, like it’s any of their business, do I have to submit a report every time I make a bowel movement too?
God what have I become?! Father would’ve raged at me if he heard me speaking like this!
You never came.
Curse these glaring lights.
Those scums better not come my way.
Having to come all this way for a drink, what am I a steed? I am of royal blood, I am not like any of these low class scums.
This is all your fault.
Someone’s coming, quick. Too late.
Yes General Zarbon it is late, no sir I am not lost, I am just here for a drink and am about to be on my way, good evening to you sir.
No sir Radittz and Nappa are not with me, for I do not see the purpose of having them accompanying me.
Master Frieza wants to see me? At this hour?
No sir I do not doubt your words, I shall follow suit.
Some ignorant asshole left this note on my sisters car today!! My sister was parked in a handicap spot WITH her handicap sticker on the mirror and some jerk has the nerve to write this note to her! My sister has Cystic Fibrosis, a condition which attacks the lungs. She is very sick but you cannot tell just by looking at her. She cannot breathe when walking in this heat! So screw you ignorant jerk!!! I hate you!! Please share this with whoever you can! Thank you!
Fuck people who do this. I’ve been harassed in person before for using my handicap placard, and the woman made me cry. No apologies. She just drove away.
THIS INFURIATES ME.
I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE SOMETIMES.
Makes me so mad.
I’m about to kill someone
One time my uncle parked in a handicapped spot and started to get out of the car, and some lady came up and started yelling at him. She said a bunch of rude stuff about him not being handicapped, so he pulled up his pant leg and took off his prosthetic leg without a word.
Do they expect people to fall out of the car and crawl along the floor or something? Not every disability is visible!This makes me so angry…my cousin, who will be driving in the next few years has CF. She, like many others with the illness, LOOKS like a regular person, but she is very very sick. I really hope not many people are that ignorant to think that a disability is only on the exterior.
Please don’t remove the artist’s caption/comment when you reblog a drawing/comic/etc.
I obviously can’t speak for everyone, but in my case the caption is often an addition to the joke, and if you take it away, you take away a part of my comic.
David 16 years old, cancer paitent
David 17 years old, cancer survivor
Every strand of hair on my head, every eyelash, ever eyebrow, every last facial hair I am so great full for. The hardest battles are given to the strongest warriors.
This is one of my new favorite posts <3
but if you’ve never seen this movie though
I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS MOVIE
WHAT’S WRONG WITH HIS FACE WHY IS IT JUST HIS FACE WHAT
WHY DOES LEONARDO DICAPRIO RANDOMLY HAVE A CAT ON HAND
WHY DOES THE MAN WITH THE WEIRD FACE NOT LIKE THE CAT
WAS WEIRD FACE GUY MAKING OUT WITH THE CHICK OR
WHOEVER YOU ARE YOU GO WATCH THE MUMMY RIGHT GOD DAMN MEOW
Laughing so much right now XD