wow-really

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honestly.

Okay but as much as we joke about Jay’s general incompetence, it’s really important to remember just what he’s up against. Sure, he doesn’t make the best of decisions sometimes, but he’s just one human facing something that’s entirely beyond a human capacity to deal with. Going back to that house three times may not have been the best of decisions, right? Well… what else could he have done? That house was his only lead. It was that or just wait in his apartment for a mysterious masked guy to show up again. And I think that kind of says something about his resolve and who he is as a person that he never allowed himself to just give up and accept whatever happened to him. He never stopped fighting. 

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when ISN’T there a mysterious tupperware of brown, though

you worship her with the blood of beasts,
letting it wash over the alter, 
then bathing yourself.

she is the moonlight that is within your eyes
and you are the howls within her songs.

you both kiss all teeth and blood,
for everything is a hunt.

she is the goddess of wild animals
and you are a creature in disguise.

the hunters have fallen in love
and they consume each other.

—  Atalanta and Artemis // t.g.
#70. (Modern AU) One day, Ghirahim wanted to go shopping in the mall. Dragging Ganondorf and Zant with him, he takes his sweet time in searching through every piece of clothing in Charlotte Russe. Ganondorf and Zant sit impatiently waiting for him. "Ugh, at least I have someone to sit w-" Ganon started, but as he turned to look at Zant, he found himself alone. Meanwhile, Zant had wondered off and watching a vendor play with a remote control airplane. After hours of Ghirahim shopping, and Ganon searching for Zant, the mall's intercom reported a lost child named Zant had been found, and that his parent, Ganondork, should come to the Lost Child booth to pick him up. Needless to say, Ganondorf prohibited the group from taking anymore mall trips.

a quick sketch, sorry for the quality

I wanted to draw Samuel Vimes and Sybil Ramkin from Discworld at a ball, with Sam wearing one of those stupid duke attire. Vimes hates those noble things, and I think Sybil doesn’t really like them either.
I imagine one of the nobles have made a racist comment so that’s why Sam and Sybil are so done. Sybil has to hold her husband’s hand otherwise he will probably kill someone (didn’t draw it tho).

I love them so much

get ready, barduil tag…. theres a storm comin ur way in the form of a fanfic

a vampire fic, no less—- which is ironic that ive got it queued up for tomorrow just as ive finished watching breaking dawn part 2—- yknow, the only twilight movie i might watch for a purpose other than irony?? *cough*LEEPACE*cough* (seriously tho, i only watched it for him hahaha)

but no for real. i wrote a fic. its over 19000 words long. and youll see it tomorrow……….. i hope i do well tho haha this is my first time posting any sort of writing on my blog (let alone something of the shipping variety…..) so im a little nervous! wish me luck, maybe? ;u;

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Crumbs (2015)  - Ethiopian post-apocalyptic surreal sci-fi

Decades after the apocalypse and after extraterrestrial life had been discovered the few inhabitants left in a hostile earth have struggled to survive by squatting and rummaging to make ends meet. For many years an alien spaceship has hovered in the skies, undisturbed and dormant, slowly rusting away. Tired of picking up the crumbs of gone-by civilizations, Gagano dreams his life away when not living in a state of perpetual fear. When the spaceship in the sky begins to turn on and after a series of freak incidents in the bowling alley that Gagano and Selam call home, our miniature sized hero will be forced to embark on a surreal epic journey that will lead him through the post apocalyptic Ethiopian landscape. As he confronts himself, his fears as well as witches, Santa Claus and second generation Nazis he will find himself only to discover that the memories that brought him on his journey and that he always thought he had were not really as he had been recalling them.

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"Can I ask you a question?"
“What?”
“Do you really think I’m a bad kisser?”
“Oh, Starsk, I was just—”
“Cos…well, if you really wanted to know…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m actually quite exceptional.”
“I don’t believe you…not yet…you’re gonna have to show me.”

anonymous asked:

I feel like everyone always compliments you on how pretty you are and trueeee true as fuck obviously but I feel like you never get enough complimented enough bout how sweet you are or how compassionate or how adorable/good your art is or how obvious it is how much you've worked to get educated and how much you care and it makes me sad but sweet pea I see alla that and I know lotsa other people do like that wife-girl and your 'kid' and they care and I care and you're all-around great.

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