moonlight in art

it’s me. i’m bitches.

Players that I like purely because of my daddy issues

Honourable mentions: Patrick Maroon, pekka rinne, Carey price, Ryan whitney

Hey guys, artist with problems here.

In 3 weeks I’ll graduate and be a historian and history professor. But until now no job opportunity in sight. I’ve also been having hard fights with my mother wich makes everything even more difficult and stressful. I need to get out of here, I need to keep on therapy, so I need money.

As soon as I have handed my thesis I’ll have more free time than I know what to do with other than job hunting. So I’ll open commissions to try and start walking on my own legs. I wanted to make a completely new post but I’m feeling too down, so I’m recycling the old one. I’ll also paste here some information:

If you want a comission, you can DM me here on tumblr, or twitter, or instagram or by email.

All payments can be done only by ko-fi or paypal. It can be discussed after the decision on what will consist your commission.

Time for your commission to be done will depend on the number and type of all commissions I receive, and they will be done in order of request.

If you don’t want a commission or can’t ask for one but still want to help an artist out, you can donate on my ko-fi page. If you do so, give me a heads up here.

Information on paypal payments will only be provided after agreement on the commission.

And so everything is clear: I won’t bend my own rules to make your piece. The will and wont’s are clear enough, but if you have any doubt please DM me.

As tumblr seems to have more problems now, I won’t link anything, but here’s how you can contact me:

Tumblr: anandasamsara​

Twitter: anandasamsara

Instagram: anandasamsaraart

Email: ananda.samsara@ymail.com

Ko-fi: AnandaSamsara

If you are from Brazil, I’ll be setting the price in $1=R$2, so we’re game.

And just so you guys know, a dollar now is around 4brl, so even if you just commission a bunch of sketches it would indefinitely help me. Like, 10 sketches would pay my therapy and the commute to and fro.

If you’d be so kind to reblog, I’d appreciate it.

Help a struggling artist out.

Stop dating abusive women 2018

Hardly any women are gonna reblog this tbh 🙃

A lot of women behave like this and think this ain’t abuse

But let a nigga slap them, damage their clothes and pour a drink on them, all hell will break loose.

EVERYONE CAN BE A VICTIM OF DOMESTIC ABUSE!

Buddy has the soul of an angel and composure out of this world

Just in case anyone wants the context: He has been making music in Chicago, he recently performed to a large audience and met London on da track, who offered him an opportunity in LA. She didn’t want to leave Chicago because of her business there. He told her that she doesn’t have to go, he just needs to do this for his music. She got upset because he straight up told her that he valued his career over their relationship and she did this. 

Now I’m not a relationship expert, but I will never understand how some of y’all expect people to put you above the shit they have to do. Always put your career, your job, your livelihood first. This was all kinds of fucked up, really fucking abusive and manipulative, he should definitely go to LA with or without her. 

Many women *WILL* reblog this, because part of feminism is acknowledging that women are just as capable of being abusive as men. Acting as though women cannot be abusive is misogyny, and relies on the misogynist tropes that women are frail, and innocent in comparison to men. Any true feminist must acknowledge that neither of these things are necessarily true and that a woman is in fact capable of being abusive whether it’s to another woman, a man, or a nonbinary person. The reason we focus on abuse from men towards women is that it is more prevalent, and institutionally encouraged, justified, and allowed without consequence, while a woman even “talking back” to a man is to be “put in her place.” Don’t bring your weak, fragile “Few women will reblog this” shit up in here. We know what abuse looks like when we see it.

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

not even risking that shit

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol

man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this 

I don’t play that shit lol sorry

WHyyyy

Sorry everyone

If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only

Shiddd

this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!

It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr

I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES

LMAOOOO

Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~

I reblogged this yesterday but idc, I ain’t playing games with Madame Zeroni or Mama Kitt

Gosh darn it

You Can Go

A/N: hi i’m not dead, just haven’t known what to write, but i chose a little something from this to base it around & left it open for if anyone wanted a part two x REQUESTED? nope, just felt like i needed to write.

masterlist x

you’d cursed to yourself almost the entire duration of the ride home, but it never seemed to alleviate the overflowing guilt swimming around in your chest. he expected you to be there front row tonight, claimed you always helped him do his best but time ticked away, meetings with customers ran later than expected and loose ends that should’ve been tied up long ago were finally burned off.

“You weren’t there.” smacked you right in the face before you’d even fully entered the front door, but you weren’t even the slightest bit offended. you deserved it. “I needed you, and you weren’t there.” 

“Shawn, I know and I’m sorry. I just…I didn’t know things would run this late.” apologies fall on deaf ears as Shawn stalks down the hall towards the bedroom.

‘Mmm, I’m sure.” he mutters, doubt laced in every syllable. 

your feet carried you not much farther behind him, the heavy-laden rocks you’d been holding deep within getting 20 pounds heavier. you racked your brain for any way to rectify your actions, but it would be hard to get him to forgive you again.

“Shawn.” you called for him, but no response as the bathroom door slams to a close. your shaky fist raps at the door, only to be met with silence. “Shawn?”

you enter without permission anyways, every drop of venom in Shawn’s otherwise warm, homely eyes, infiltrate unseen inches of your mind, snatching pieces of your heart to make space for the new disdain of you that seemed to leak off his skin like a bad odor.

“Thought my silence would be understood as a ‘no’, but come in.”

“How can I make this up to you?” The words were almost pleading as they fall from your bitten lips while his tensed body slowly turns to meet your sorry gaze. 

“You truly wanna know how you can make this up to me?” You nod incessantly, greatly anticipating his guidance. His face looms above yours as he grunts “You can go. Leave.” 

If you thought you didn’t have enough heart left to break, you were dead wrong. Half of you wanted to beg him to talk it out with you──it’s what the both of you always did when there was any kind of issue──but the other half knows better and forces you to nod understandingly

doing as he asked, you pick up your bag you’d thrown on the dresser as you followed behind Shawn earlier and head for the front door. maybe he’ll come around tomorrow or next week, maybe next month. everything in you just prayed to each and every God there was that’d it would be sometime soon. 

There’s a lot of shit in this world you could take. Losing Shawn wasn’t anywhere on the list.

went to see if my late package maybe showed up without being scanned

but the post man yesterday said it would be here at ooooooooooone

is 9…………. post office closing time…….  no pkg……………………………………………………… >:C

well at least i can skip my post office visit tomorrow

i mean what did i expect really

a package?

too unrealistic

amazon sent me a replacement for my lost package and it “arrived” today

omg she recognized me immediately and got nervous with me while checking the system using my name

she was just as distraught as me when it turned up “arriving tomorrow” again but then she had another idea

mail is dumb

‘gay tv is bad for the kids’ bitch every fucking straight ‘comedy’ show stars a lazy sexist husband that drinks beer and hates his wife id rather my kids watch queer eye where grown men are respectful and kind as all men fucking should be. yall homophobic assholes are so scared of your kids “turning gay” that you let them turn into fucking monsters that will eventually plague our society just like youre doing now

ATTENTION ANYONE WHO GOT CAUGHT IN THE FIRES OUTSIDE ATHENS (GREECE): CALL 2296081841 FOR HELP

they can help with food, water and a place to sleep tonight

Please guys reblog this. I’m from Greece (thankfully I’m okay) and I can confirm things are horrible for so so many people here. So please spread the word!

im not from greece but i did the google and i can at least confirm that its a real major problem right now and i appreciate not wanting to rb stuff off tumblr until you know its true but just google Greece fires and everything’ll come up

please unmute this

I’ve never seen high school musical and now I never need to

Basketball basketball we love basketball

Watch:  Chicago woman had some great responses to a white man’s disturbing racist attacks.

I reblogged this 0.2 sec ago but I love her clapbacks so much

Yeah should be doing this more.

I just love how she says “He does not look to be of Native American descent,” lmao.

WARNING: ANIMAL CRUELTY

Apparently people have been adopting dogs and either killing them themselves or dropping them to a kill shelter (and one even said they were flying them to poor Asian areas to be eaten) under the Twitter hashtag #pitbulldropoff

This is completely cruel and evil and word needs to get around about these demons so everyone knows what these demons are planning to do to dogs once they get ahold of them.

If you know someone or if you yourself is planning to give away a pitty by craigslist soon, DONT and wait for awhile!!!! They act like they’re going to adopt them and act all nice then they get rid of them, don’t be fooled!!

DM me for uncensored names!!!!!!!!

Someone should tell these people I will fucking end them.

What the actual fuck?!? This is outrageous and disgusting!

BOOST THIS even if it doesn’t match your blog theme please

This may not be lbgt related but I couldn’t not reblog it to here. This blog is a platform that gives me a voice and I’m using it. Spread this. please.

The reason these “demons” are killing pitball puppies is because of how many children/babies pitbulls have killed

Every single breed of dog has the potential to kill. Every. Single. One. I have encountered far more violent dalmatians, chowchows, chihuahuas, and others compared to pitbulls. You are disgusting if you think the reported pitbull attacks can justify killing off an entire breed you vile excuse for a human being. 

I am a veterinary science major who has studied many breeds and their behaviors and other traits. You don’t think labs have killed kids? That goldens haven’t? Pitbull attacks are the ones that are showed to media the most, while other instances of breeds attacking is kept on the downlow because of the appearances and stigmas around the breed. The main reasons for pitbull attacks? Their owners. Either they were abused or were not kept inside. Many attacks by dogs are also energetic excited pooches wanting to play but not knowing their strength (it’s how my doberman has left me scratched up).

 I have been attacked by chow mixes, labs, collies, etc, but never a pitbull. I have a pit and she has only ever saved my life MULTIPLE times. You can’t justify the murder of an entire breed.

Killing a breed won’t save kids, responsible dog owners will.

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏^^^^^^^^

@blightout

KILLING A BREED WON’T SAVE KIDS, RESPONSIBLE DOG OWNERS WILL. 

Sorry, with the addition I made via my main blog I had to reblog this again

This is so awful. I want to cry.

Pitbulls are super sweet dogs! You can’t make a claim to a certain breed because of how people think they are. If you raise a dog correctly, they shouldn’t be violent. And any species of dog has the potential to kill.

I own a pit bull (well, terrier) and he’s the sweetest thing known to man. Any dog has the capacity to be violent— that’s why we train them. Dogs are sweet by nature. They’re bred that way. They just get excited and they aren’t really aware of how to keep their big ol’ paws to themselves. They don’t mean to hurt us or other people, but they’re animals just like us, and will respond when provoked.

If you treat a dog violently they’ll be violent, simple as that. It always astounds me that people don’t notice the connection between babies and dogs— just like you have to teach babies not to bite when they’re frustrated, you have to teach dogs not to bite when excited. So treat a dog like you’d treat a baby and teach them.

Anyway, pit bulls aren’t violent. They’re sweet little goofballs who want a belly rub. If you’re going to give your dog up for adoption, send them to no kill organizations, a trusted friend, or well known youtubers who rehabilitate pets. (This is a stretch, I know, but it’s better than handing them off to a stranger.)

Do not give your dog to PETA.

They will kill your dog. They hate pitbulls and euthanize 90% of animals in their care.

That’s all I have to say about the matter. Pitties are sweet little peanut-heads. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Boost this. No animal deserves this because of stupid human prejudice against some breeds.

This is my pitbull Odie he wouldn’t bite you If you were covered in dog food. But ‘oh how scary’ right.

Between Two 15

It felt like it had been forever since I’d swiped my proxy, the two weeks I’d taken off after my father’s funeral plus the vacation adding up. I could sense tension and pity but I shook it off as I slipped through the hall. Tom hadn’t said a word since the hospital, taking care in choosing his condolences at the memorial. Try as I might, I couldn’t ignore his nervous energy through it all, the sudden lack of beef between us incredibly odd to me. Jamie had kept his distance, sitting in the back, staying at a hotel as long as I had people visiting, and it had kept us from talking. 

He’d ventured a few sentences on the way to the airport but it wasn’t anything near what we needed to fix the crack in our relationship. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” 

“I’m… yeah, I’m fine.” 

“I could stay another day if you want.” 

“Jamie, I appreciate it but you’ve got work.”  His face fell quickly and I took his hand in mine, kissing his knuckles and a slow line up his wrist. He reached across the seat and pulled my engagement ring up, fingering the chain I’d strung it on with a frown. “I love you. You know that?” 

He slipped out of the car without another word and I watched his retreating figure, stalling in the drop-off lane to collect myself for a minute. My phone buzzed in my lap and I answered a call from him, my heart in my throat as I said ‘hello’. 

“I love you too, Grace. More than anything.” 

His words rang in my ears as I knocked on Don’s office. He was my boss’ boss and I’d been shaking in my boots since he’d emailed me. Just a time and place, nothing else in the message, that sent a shiver down my spine. I set my hand on my chest and felt the ring under my shirt, a comfort I couldn’t describe as the door opened. 

“Dillard, come on in.” 

“Of course, sir.” 

The room was bare of nearly everything, just a desk and a chair, a few degrees on the wall. He had a picture of himself with his arm around my dad on the corner of his desk and i swallowed hard as I took the seat across from him. 

“How are you? Seriously?” 

“I’m okay-” 

“You know, your dad was one of my best friends. One of the greatest guys I’ve ever known.” I nodded but he cut me off again. “Hell of an employee too. By the book, a real stickler for rules.” 

My stomach churned at the look on his face, the way his brow was set in a hard line as he studied me. His words were warm, kind, but his voice was cold. There was a tense moment of silence between us before he cleared his throat. 

“And it may have been my mistake to assume you two were the same. I hired you because of his word and, until today, I haven’t regretted it once.” 

“But you regret it now?” 

He slid a folder across the desk and tapped it twice with his index finger, ice in his words. ‘You tell me.” 

I took a second to breathe, slipping into a comfortably numb state as I snatched the folder. The paper was rough on my hands and I sat back before opening it, refusing to let him see me sweat. Nothing could’ve braced me for what I saw but I took it in with a cool demeanor. 

It was an email from Tom, sent at three in the morning on the night we’d met up in Mexico. He must’ve seen Jamie and I leaving for the airport because there was a photo of us holding hands, blurry but definitive. I couldn’t bring myself to read it but I closed the folder, sliding it back to Don. 

“No explanation?” 

“No sir.” 

“Nothing you want to say to me? To your boss?” 

The way he sneered put me on the defensive but I kept my cool, digging my nails into my palm. 

“I’m not sure what you expect, sir, but I don’t owe you anything.” 

He pursed his lips, opening his mouth to speak but repeating the action, leaning forward to set his elbows on his desk. I felt it coming and took a deep breath before crossing my legs. 

“Dill- Grace, I understand how hard it must’ve been, losing your father. I really do. I just… I can’t believe that you would do this. I mean- the- the lack in judgement, the blatant disregard for our policies. I just… this isn’t you, Grace.” 

It is. It is me.

I had an apology on the tip of my tongue but swallowed it, opting to stay silent instead. 

“But you’ve been through a tough time. I uh, I visited him once or twice- towards the end- and I can’t imagine what you had to deal with. So how about we chalk it up to a lapse in judgement and it never happens again? Huh?” 

He held out a hand to seal the deal and I took a minute, waiting for my temper to ebb at the insinuation that my father was something to ‘deal with’, that my relationship with Jamie was a lapse in judgement and a mistake. I reached up to trace the ring hanging from my neck and shook my head, finding my voice with an even tombre. 

“No.” He sat back but I stood, straightening my skirt. “I appreciate the offer to sweep this under the rug but I… no. I quit.” 

I pulled off my badge and tossed it onto his desk, snatching the folder out from under his hand. His eyes widened in shock and I rode the high of standing up for myself as I turned, stopping at the door and taking one last look. 

“I’ll have my office cleaned out by the end of the day.” I glanced at my watch and shrugged. “Actually, give me until noon.” 

“Grace-” 

“Have a good season, Don. Good luck with playoffs.”