Anthropology Is Amazing Cuz This Is An Actual Project I Handed In On Jargon And Got Full Credit For Like

That moment when you realize cum was the first salad dressing:

So I'm taking an art class and we where doing counter balance in class and right when I was finished the professor comes over and tells me to add more colors like bitch i work in monochrome thers already 2 colors what more do you want from me so I add purple I finish the he come back around and tells me I need more color so now I add yellow and I'm thinking ok this is enough right it looks good no more but this bitch comes back around and tells me more colors you need warm colors like red or orange and I'm just sitting there like I have black blue purple and yellow isn't this enough have you ever heard of a color palette but no so I add the damn red and nowni hate it

Variation of the skull I did awhile ago

So I have to go to class in like 5 minutes but MY FUCKING HEADPHONE BROKE like my headphones and ao3 are the only sources of my sanity and this fucker broke and I can't even us old ear buts cuz my phone doesn't have the aux port

I have to go to a 4 hour art class with no headphones i am either going to die or comit murder

so patmat if you will....

they need to fight each other for the name now-

are you telling me the p.m. stands for patrick matthew

is p.m. seymour just the reverse matpat

I need this expeditiously

Someone please, I beg you right a thick. I will sell you my first wait. No Im ace, so I'm not gonna sell you my first born. I aint having no children. Those things are too slimy. I don't want one.Will find something. I will sell you my kidney.I have two of those only need one of those bitches. please someone write this I beg you.

AU where in order to be able to secretly hang out with his favourite league bro, after he gets to Gotham Damian creates a second secret identity which is literally just him in a voice modulated motorcycle helmet so he can be Red Hood’s occasional sidekick without the bats knowing it’s him, except the issue is that Damian has a lot of ‘old man’ energy surrounding him. from his weirdly mature posture, his manner of speaking, to the odd knowledge he possesses that a child of his age should NOT have; when you can’t see any part of his head, theres pretty much nothing pointing towards the fact that he’s a little kid. this leads to Hood’s subordinates instantly assuming that Hood’s sidekick is not, infact, a child, but instead a very small man/somebody with some kind of dwarfism.

Jason honestly isn’t sure whether or not he should correct his men, because on one hand its kinda funny to watch Damian awkwardly interact with this group of people who clearly think he, like them, is some 30yr old geezer with a possible wife and kids at home, not to mention its a secret identity for a reason he doesn’t want to leak information for no reason-

but on the other hand they keep offering his kid brother beers and cigarettes. which.

Goon: hey man, you see the game last night? fucking wild.

Damian, spent last night letting Tim teach him how to play with Pokémon cards but doesn’t want to seem immature: …yes. i did, indeed, watch that game.

Goon 2: fucked up that that last play wasn’t called out; the bar practically rioted. hey you should come with us next week for the next game, let us buy you a beer or somthin. Hood tags along with us sometimes, should be fun!

Damian:

Jason, struggling not to laugh:

Damian:

Damian: i have prior engagements.

Goon 1: haha, let me guess, your s/o dont want you out late?

Damian:

Damian, leaning in to Jason to whisper: what… what is an ‘s/o’

Jason, coughing to cover laughter: they uh, they think you got a wife or a husband waiting for you at home.

Damian:

Damian, turning back to the goons: i… have no idea what to say right now.

Jason: *pats him on the shoulder* alright buddy, you go finish up the weapons shipment, dont worry.

Jason to the goons, after Damian leaves: recently divorced, sore subject.

the goons: *empathetic hums of understanding*

~

Goon: here man, have a drink to take home with ya *tries to pass Damian a bottle of whiskey*

Damian: um.

Damian: *slowly edging forward to hesitatingly take the bottle, for lack of knowing what else to do*

Jason, bellowing from across the warehouse: OI!

Damian: *freezes, bottle in hand*

Goon:

Damian:

Damian: *slowly, ashamed, passes the bottle back*

Jason: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT.

Goon: uhm…

~

Goon: hey, boss? why wont you let the new guy drink?

Jason:

Jason, doesn’t want to out Damian’s identity: he’s a recovering alcoholic. im his sponsor.

Goon:

~

Damian, on the way back to Jason’s apartment: Todd.

Jason: mm?

Damian: one of your men asked if i had any chiropractor reccomendations for back pain.

Jason: *bites lip*

Damian: how old do they think i AM?

Jason:

Jason: i may have implied somewhere in your fifties.

Damian:

Damian: WHY WOULD-

Jason: IT SEEMED FUNNY.

Hiding pride flags in homophobic parents basement#2

So far they spectrum nothing

To them it is all but colorful fish