so this guy right here is one class-a asshole
he stated, as above, that he had created this artwork
after he gained 100s of RTs and favs, it appeared on my timeline and i recognised it as the work of Vince Low, who created a series of pieces in this style, paying homage to celebrities, mainly actors, with dyslexia
I read through the replies to his tweet, including “wow”s and “i’m so jealous of your art skill”s, and only spotted one other person who realised this was in fact not this guy’s art, though he completely dismissed this person’s comment saying “that guy stole my picture”……
so, me already being sick of this art theft shit, as i see it every day on the web, piped up
and you can read above (excuse the bad quality) that he completely dismissed me, saying i was “jealous”
what angers me most is that he’s getting praise from 100s of people, and they will keep praising him because they won’t see the tweets where me and the one other person pull him up on it
ALSO, I GAVE THE FUCKER PROOF THAT IT WAS NOT HIS WORK. DOWNRIGHT, PROOF FROM AN ONLINE NEWSPAPER ARTICLE THAT THE WORK WAS BY VINCE LOW, AND THE LITTLE DICKHOLE STILL DENIED IT
some may say i’m overreacting, and that i shouldn’t use such foul language, but i am completely sick of this bullshit. i’ve had this happen to me in the past, and it made me less inclined to create art to share on this site.
when you create something you’re proud of, that you put a lot of work into, and someone credits it as their own and people believe them and continue to praise them, even after they’ve been shown proof that they’re lying.. it is one of the most crushing things to ever experience, i know.
so if you experience something like this, it may not make a difference, but you need to at least try to expose the assholes and voice the truth
and please signal boost!!!
we need to try and stop this bullshit, because it is a serious issue.
it gets less better.
reported, blocked, emailed twitter staff.
Oh, one of my Gallifreyan things fell down.
I wonder which one it is…
Are you fucking kidding me?!
The one that falls down is the one that says “Goodbye John”
Probably the most important post of 2013.
"Do you want to take a nap?" The Doctor yawns and rubs his eyes.
“I’m not sleepy.” Rose scratches her head and goes back to staring at the computer.
“But Rooooose. Think of how good a nap would feel. You laying on top of me with a snuggly blanket over us?”
She has to admit it does sound good, but she isn’t really tired.
“And I know you were up all night last night.”
She sighs and closes her computer. Looks like she won’t be getting any work done anyway.
“Fine, but only for a little while.”
“Yes!” He bounces up out of his chair and drags Rose over to the couch.
She grabs the fluffy nap blanket they keep on the couch and wraps them up in it as he pulls her down onto him. She snuffles into his neck and is soon sleeping herself.
The Doctor is obsessed with taking pictures. He takes them all the time, when she just wakes up, when she’s making breakfast, even when she’s working. Most of the time she gets annoyed with him and throws a pillow at him, so he sneaks around the house like paparazzi taking them. When Rose goes out into the garden to read, those are the pictures he likes best. The ones where she has no idea he’s there hiding behind that bush that she hates, or sitting in the tree behind her.
She was in the bathtub the first time her Doctor played the piano. It started off as a few tentatively hit notes to see if he could still play it well in this body. He only plays it while she’s in the bath, maybe because he thinks she can’t hear him. He always plays the same thing over and over, sometimes he adds new thing to the tune, sometimes he redoes old part, but the tune is always unfamiliar to her.
Rose relaxes into the steamy water and waits for him to start playing. This time is different though, he doesn’t stop and start playing, he just plays it all the way through and for the first time she hears the melody all together. It starts off bright and bouncy. Rose rests her head on the rim of the tub and closes her eyes to let the music consume her, but when the song turns sad and dark Rose opens her eyes and quietly leaves the tub. She rubs her hair with a towel quickly and then wraps it around her body. She pads over to the piano and wraps her arms around the Doctor’s shoulders. A tear falls to the piano keys. He sways with the melody and more tears fall. Rose kneels down and watches his face. She brushes back his unruly hair, but doesn’t dare interrupt his song. The dark turns to soft and lulling and then ends on a quiet note. The Doctor turns his head to look at Rose and she cups his face in her left hand, running her right hand down the side of his face and to his chest. She watches her hand instead of his face. Her head tipped down, she looks up into his eyes through her lashes.
“It’s beautiful Doctor.”
He smiles sadly and she mimics it, pressing a light kiss to his lips.
They decided to buy a grill and have Tony over for a barbecue. The Doctor has been outside playing with the new grill for almost two hours now and he still hasn’t figured it out.
“Don’t tell your sister I asked, but have you seen the instructions?” he whispers to Tony as he lifts up the grill cover.
Inside Rose watches from the window and a slow smile spreads across her face. The instruction manual is on the table behind her, but she isn’t going to tell him that.
“Doctor… I have to tell you something.” She sits on the couch nervously, fiddling with her fingers.
Those seven words make his stomach clench.
“Is something wrong?” He stands up and paces around the room. Is she pregnant? She doesn’t look excited about it. Maybe she doesn’t want a baby. Did he get Rose Tyler pregnant with a baby she doesn’t want? He wouldn’t mind having a baby but it looks like Rose doesn’t. “Rose?”
“Doctor. There aren’t any Harry Potter books here.”
He freezes. A sigh of relieve floods his body. She’s not pregnant. There just isn’t any…. “No Harry Potter books?!”
Rose looks at the floor guiltily.
“How did that happen? What are we going to do Rose?!”
She chokes out a laugh at his reaction.
Some days the Doctor likes to come with Rose to the office. He sits at her desk drinking tea while she walks around and goes to meetings. He likes to watch her be in charge. She walks past him and flips her hair, it wasn’t so much walking as it was strutting. He stares at her bum and takes a sip of tea. This is not the place to be thinking those thoughts, but maybe later he can get her alone.
“Rose! Did you need something?” the Doctor calls as he sticks his head around the door.
His mouth drops as he sees her. She is sitting on their bureau stool…completely naked. She sees his reflection in the mirror and turns her head, smiling cheekily.
“I do.” She reaches up and takes her hair down from the pulled back bun she had it in, shaking it out as she walks towards him.
Her favorite thing about Pete’s world must be waking up with the Doctor. She gets to fall asleep at night in a sweaty heap with her legs tangled in his and her arms wrapped around his torso. Then in the morning she wakes up to him spooning her or gentle kisses placed along her jawline and neck.
“Hello.” He blinks sleepily at her.
Her face fills with absolute joy and she whispers, “Good morning.”
YOU KNOW I DON’T THINK THIS IS HOW THE SONG GOES
- when parents blame their children for having mental health issues
- when parents make fun of their children for being anxious about things
- when parents yell at their children for not being able to cope with stress
- when parents punish their children for failing at things
- when parents get angry at their children because they werent able to fulfill adult responsiblities
This man used a cake to resign from his job at an airport so he could focus on making cakes.
And the world was good again.
godessfae asked: “Does Nick Fury’s eye patch make Thor feel more at home, since Odin has one too?”
Yes … Maybe a little too at home.
This spoke to me
I will never not reblog this.