Goldblum By Elicia Donze. Drawn In PS. Please Do Not Remove Caption.

“Batman has more than one son,“ I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

“She’s right,” I hear. I look around for the owner of the voice. There in the fifth row, he stands: Bruce Wayne himself.

'The minister got up and said, 'Today I want to talk to you about sex.' And he took a red rose and he smelled it and showed how pretty it was and he threw it out into the crowd, and said, 'Everybody, smell this…touch it, I want you to see the texture in it.' and then he began one of the worst, most horrific handlings of what sex is and what sex isn't I have ever sat through. It was fear-mongering at its best. And then as it wraps up, he goes 'Where's my rose?' The rose is completely jacked up, it's broken…and he lifts it up and his point is to hold up that rose and go, 'Now who would want this? Who would want this rose?' And I remember feeling real, legitimate anger, and it was all i could do to not scream out, 'Jesus wants the rose!'

BEGONE

THOT

was updating my Artstation and realized I hadn’t posted a process video for my pseudo-historical Hela! Enjooooy

Little knitted pigeon enjoying come crisps on the pavement…

I DID IT OMG!!! happy new year!!

"i can’t figure out this problem"

teacher: use your head

Two Women, Joseph Christian Leyendecker