Pewter's Pixels

Hi and welcome! This is another art gallery, as well as an easy way for me to share things I love, or feel strongly about. I tend to talk about my kids a lot.. I also talk about stupid things with my chica Vix (@hitlerchan911).

This is a NSFW blog, and I do draw adult material and occasionally reblog something not suitable for all audiences. I usually try to tag things #nsfw, but sometimes things slip through the cracks because either I forget to tag it at first, or something is so mild to me that I forget it's not appropriate for everyone. I do plenty of SFW stuff, though!

My main gallery is at pewterkat.deviantart.com (semi-NSFW)
I am also on Weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~pewterkat (NSFW)
Fur Affinity, used mostly for commissions right now: furaffinity.net/user/pewterkat (NSFW)
For adopts, go to furaffinity.net/user/pewtersadoptables (NSFW)
Last but not least, if you're into Second Life, go check out the crappy content I make on my SL blog, pewterkat-on-sl.tumblr.com.
Please don't be afraid to ask for a commission from me. :)

Also, while I don't mind if you reblog, and reblogging is greatly encouraged, please don't deliberatly take and reupload my art without asking me first.That said, if you like something of someone else's I posted from offsite, please follow the link and give them some love for their work!

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  • ability to selectively make your posts unreblogable
  • ability to completely delete your post as well as all subsequent reblogs of that post
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Can I just cry from the beauty of this?

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caseyanthonyofficial:

That gazebo is so fucked

Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?

Are

you 

sure?

I cried

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A man came to our class once,
he claimed to be a fair judge
with daughters he loved.

He asked a question to the class:
“When should a minor be tried
as an adult?”
and students began raising their hand

“murder”
he wrote it up on the board.

“robbery”
he wrote it up on the board.

I said, “Rape”
and he paused, he asked
for clarification

“You mean violent rape?”

“no I mean rape.
It is all the same.”

he looked to a boy
who said “rape only if
he used a weapon and
hurt her.”

and I said, “rape is rape,
whether his weapon is a knife,
drugs, or guilt. She said no.”

he shook his head,
and wrote
“Violent rape” on the board
anyways.

I never understood,
because you can kill somebody
quietly and peacefully with drugs,
or with guns and knives or cars;
but nobody cares if the murder was “violent”

it was still murder.

#yesallwomen by Amanda Katherine Ricketson (via kuzco2000)

Love this.

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The Frog Lobster Prince

((^larger version linked))

this is a weird picture but I committed to it so here you go lol

I demand this be a fairy tale in Elven culture

Yes

Once upon a time there was a beautiful Elven Prince who adored one thing above all else, a golden sphere that his mother had left him before her death, one that could glow as bright as the sun if he so wished.

One day, while he was playing along the shores of Sunstrider Isle, he dropped the sphere and tripped as he went to catch it, helplessly watching as the waves carried it away.

"My golden ball!" he cried as he sat up, "How will I…" he blinked as he heard a snipping and looked down.

"I can get it for you," squeaked a small voice, "All that I ask in return is that you give me a seat at your Father’s table tonight and let me sleep in your bed."

The Prince was so grateful that he agreed to the Lobster’s terms before a second thought, and the lobster snipped off his belt, carrying in both claws before going into the ocean, easily catching the ball with it, and then taking it back to the Prince.

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" The Prince cried.

"Now remember your promise and take me to your home!" the lobster said, but yelped when the prince rose and started to go away, quickly pinching the edge of his robe.

Not noticing the lobster, the Prince returned to his castle, and prepared himself for dinner, going to sit in his normal seat. A princess with thoughts of marriage went to sit next to him and yelped as she was suddenly pinched.

Everyone stared and the Lobster explained that the Prince promised him that he would offer a seat and his bed in exchange for the return of the ball, and the King nodded.

"If you promised, it must be kept," he agreed and the dinner went on as if it were perfectly normal for a lobster to be sitting at the Prince’s side.

After he said to the Prince, “Carry me to your bedroom.”

"Isn’t this enough?" he squeaked, starting to point outside, "You belong there, don’t you?"

He yelped as his finger was pinched, “Remember your promise!”

The Prince felt the stern gaze of his father and sighed, nodding in agreement and taking himself and the lobster upstairs.

The Lobster happily waddled to the bed and then looked at the Prince, “Now then, our deal is complete. Thank you for keeping your promise.”

The Prince looked sheepish, because he hadn’t really, and then looked to the Lobster, “Let me give you one more thing,” he said as he picked up the Lobster and gave him a gentle kiss on what he supposed to be the creature’s forehead.

Suddenly the lobster started to shine and grow and in his place there was a very naked man.

"Oh I am SO grateful you did that instead of the vat of boiling water option for turning me back!" he said as he rubbed the back of his head, "Thank you Prince! I was under a horrible curse!" he smiled, "And now that I am free, I shall repay you by devoting the rest of my life to you."

And he did, and they lived happily ever after.

BAWWWWWWWWWWWW

karlosmadera:

I’m still torn on whether this is the greatest thing I’ve ever done or the stupidest. 

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The main cast of “Family Guy” makes more than $225,000 each per episode.

The Family Guy franchise is worth $2 billion.

Over time, kissing lowers your levels of stress hormone cortisol, making you feel safe and secure.

Tobacco is projected to kill 1 billion people in the next century.

Everyone has a unique tongue print, just like fingerprints.

Experiencing sexual arousal from biting or being bitten is called odaxelagnia.

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The role of Captain Jack Sparrow was initially offered to Jim Carrey but he turned it down for Bruce Almighty.

The richest woman in Germany met her future husband while she was working in an apprenticeship at BMW (which she owned 12.5 percent of) under a fake name. He had no idea who she actually was until they were sure about their relationship.

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People without kids need to mind their own fucking business about what parents do with their kids unless it’s obvious there is abuse going on.

SO THERE IS SOMEONE LITERALLY FIGHTING WITH ME ABOUT WHETHER MY CHILD SHOULD BE PLAYING WITH MY NIECE’S BOUNCY BALL.

SPOILER ALERT: IT’S NOT THE CHILD’S MOTHER WHO IN FACT GAVE HIM DIRECT PERMISSION.

AND WON’T BACK DOWN, EVEN THOUGH THEY KNOW I’M ALREADY AT MY LIMIT.

My composure is gone. My nerves are frayed beyond hope of quick repair.

It’s just now noon. Make it stop.

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I think my selfie problem is getting out of hand..

This deserves at least a thousand notes !!

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Oops, my hand slipped.
an ancient artists’ proverb, used when the artist has failed to abstain from drawing something, such as a meme but especially porn.