reapersun:

every time i see that khan shower scene on my dash i kind of cringe inwardly and  i think of all the ways they could have made it less awkward if the director had even tried it’s like he didn’t know how to make a dudeshower sexy and then i think IF ONLY I HAD BEEN THERE it would have been like

but then it would have also been like

reapersun:

letsdrawsherlock:

March Challenge: Video Games!
(example art by reapersun)
~Ends March 31~
PLEASE READ ALL THE RULES BEFORE BEGINNING!
The theme this month is to crossover any version of Sherlock with a video game! Our definition of video game is not strict, so it can also include PC games, MMO’s and mobile apps, as well as the traditional console games. Any game that is played digitally on a screen~
Our preference is to focus on Sherlock characters being placed in the environment of the game, being designed to fit into that universe, either as a version of themselves or in the place of other characters, but if you have a good idea that involves including one of the original characters of the game, that’ll be fine too. Just don’t draw something like, realistic Sherlock dressed like normal, standing in normal looking realistic 221b with short cartoon Mario; try to use the game universe! You can still have Mario coming to Sherlock to solve a mystery, if you want to change genres, but just make sure Sherlock and 221b fit the same style as Mario lol~
Also we will NOT accept art that is simply of Sherlock characters PLAYING video games.
The examples above are BBC Sherlock and John, but please feel free to use any version of Sherlock, and any other characters you would like.
Before starting on your piece, please read the full guidelines under the read more.
Read More

New LDS! Hope you guys like~~

reapersun:

letsdrawsherlock:

March Challenge: Video Games!

(example art by reapersun)

~Ends March 31~

PLEASE READ ALL THE RULES BEFORE BEGINNING!

The theme this month is to crossover any version of Sherlock with a video game! Our definition of video game is not strict, so it can also include PC games, MMO’s and mobile apps, as well as the traditional console games. Any game that is played digitally on a screen~

Our preference is to focus on Sherlock characters being placed in the environment of the game, being designed to fit into that universe, either as a version of themselves or in the place of other characters, but if you have a good idea that involves including one of the original characters of the game, that’ll be fine too. Just don’t draw something like, realistic Sherlock dressed like normal, standing in normal looking realistic 221b with short cartoon Mario; try to use the game universe! You can still have Mario coming to Sherlock to solve a mystery, if you want to change genres, but just make sure Sherlock and 221b fit the same style as Mario lol~

Also we will NOT accept art that is simply of Sherlock characters PLAYING video games.

The examples above are BBC Sherlock and John, but please feel free to use any version of Sherlock, and any other characters you would like.

Before starting on your piece, please read the full guidelines under the read more.

Read More

New LDS! Hope you guys like~~

ohlaif said: Um.. Hi! I have a friend that follows you and she tells me you have experience at running artist tables at cons. I'm planning on purchasing a spot for the very first time for a small con. Do you have any advice for first timers?

reapersun:

I hope you don’t mind that I publish this, just in case other people would like to see it as well. Also sorry for the late reply!

-Plan ahead, try setting up a mock of your table at home so you know how you will set it up when you get there. Make sure you get there before the AA opens so you have time to set up (it takes longer than you would expect tbh)

-Doublecheck all the measurements, don’t plan for a 6x3 table and then realize when you get there the table is only 6x2.

-Bring a table cloth from home, it makes you look more professional versus just using the white plastic they usually put on them, and keeps things from skidding around.

-If you have a lot of art prints, consider building a print rig of some kind: http://aatoast.tumblr.com/post/52794396535/chuuface-i-built-it-most-artists-make-them (I’m currently using the last one and it’s the best rig I’ve tried so far). If it’s a larger con, most of the other artists are going to be using rigs like that, so it will make it a lot easier for people to see your work among all the others. If it’s a small con in a hallway or something then you probably don’t need it.

-Remember when setting up that people are going to mess with EVERYTHING, so make sure everything’s secure and stable. Don’t hang prints on the front of the table unless you really have to, it’s too low for people to really see it and also they will bump into them and tear them off if they aren’t secure.

-For anything over 5 dollars, try to price them in zeroes and fives only, so you don’t have to deal with one dollar bills that much; for example, you can sell like, 2 dollar buttons (which are popular btw, they are a pretty good moneymaker for someone starting out) but don’t sell prints for 7 dollars, or 11 dollars, because then everytime someone buys one you have to wrestle out 3 dollars change, 4 dollars change, because no one carries exact change at these things.

-Make sure you bring money from home to use for change, bring about 20 dollars in 1 dollar bills and 20 in fives, if you can (the dollars are essential if you’re going to be giving dollars in change, early in the con people usually have a lot of ATM money,  which means 20s and 100s, so someone could come up to you early on and want a 2 dollar button but only have a 20 and you can’t count on having made enough sales by that point to make change for them).

-If you have a smart phone, look into getting a Square or a Paypal card reader, so you can accept credit card payments using your phone; that’s really useful.

-Bring water in bottles and snacks from home, con snacks are expensive.

-Bring a friend or table next to a friend, so you have someone to keep an eye on your table while you take bathroom breaks, or if you want to go to a panel or look around the hall or dealers’ room. I would not recommend going to many panels while tabling.

-Bring hand sanitizer and sanitize your hands before you put them anywhere near your mouth after handling any money or hugging people; con illness is actually a really serious problem, so don’t worry someone’s going to feel offended if you sanitize after touching them. I’ve picked up some pretty serious flus and sore throats from conventions.

-Bring something to do, either a game or art supplies to draw or something, so you aren’t sitting around bored when no one is walking by.

-WATCH ALL OF YOUR STUFF CAREFULLY. People steal a lot at cons. Keep your phone close/behind the table, as well as any game systems if you bring them. Keep an eye on your merch when people are hanging around your table. Keep track of where your money is at all times. Just make sure your important things aren’t ever sitting where someone could just walk by and pick it up. Don’t let your guard down during setup/cleanup either; recently someone swiped a book from my table after the hall had closed and the passerby was really sparse, so it can happen at any point. Something will probably be stolen from you at some point, just make sure it’s not your money/phone.

-If you’re in a back to back row like most AAs, be aware of the other artists around you and make sure you don’t do rude stuff by accident, like let eight of your friends sit behind your table with you and make the people sitting behind you really uncomfortable, or keep your stuff in a mess so other artists can’t get through easily, or bring super smelly foods or make a lot of noise, or have displays that encroach on other people’s table space. Don’t hang stuff on the back of your displays to try and get attention that should belong to the person behind you. Bathe every morning and wear deodorant, but not too much perfume or anything strong.

That’s about all I can think of off the top of my head… If anyone with con experience wants to add on to this post, feel free!

reapersun:

I did this color meme on my other blog and these were the results~

I’m not accepting responses anymore so please don’t send me any, thanks~~

pixalry:

The Iconic Transportation Units Poster Series - Created by Josh Lane

Available for sale on Society6.

tablespoons:

“teenagers skip breakfast because they think it will help them lose weight” ACTUALLY NO THATS BULLSHIT TEENAGERS SKIP BREAKFAST SO THEY CAN MAKE IT TO SCHOOL ON TIME WITHOUT WAKING UP AT 4 IN THE MORNING

(Source: jesuschristvevo, via wanderouslight)

frustrated-fallen-angel:

hamburgergod:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Sarah go to bed

Well that was quite a ride across the spectrum of the human condition.

frustrated-fallen-angel:

hamburgergod:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity

Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

But you remain.

Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

A LAMINATED

PAPER

T OW E L

IDK MAN,

I D K

Sarah go to bed

Well that was quite a ride across the spectrum of the human condition.

(Source: shittybreadybun, via wanderouslight)