wicked-chocolatine:

Negan in 8×01
           « I care about my people.
I don’t want to just march them into the line of fire because I want play “my dick is bigger than yours.” It is.
We both know it.
But I’m also comfortable enough to accept the fact if it wasn’t.
I’m certainly not gonna let my people die over that shit like you’re about to.
So, Rick, what the hell can I do for you? »

singingwithoutwords:

I see a lot of positivity posts about 12-year-olds just learning to draw.  Posts cautioning us to be mindful of 11-year-olds with no grasp of anatomy and 13-year-olds whose characters are all the same person with different hair and clothes, and I love those posts.  Those are great posts.  Keep those posts coming, tumblr.

But can I ask, what about the 25-year-old who just bought their first ever sketchbook?  What about the 32-year-old who’s been drawing for a month and has just about got the hang of a human-looking face?  What about the 67-year-old who finally has time to sit down and learn how to paint like they’ve always wanted?

Not everyone starts drawing as a child.  Not everyone learned as a preteen.  Some people start in college.  Some people start when their career is going well and they feel like it’s time for a new hobby.  Some people start after they’ve retired.

Not all beginner artists are kids, and I just think the adults ones deserve some encouragement, too.