“Do not draw me without reason. Do not wield me without valor.”
oh yeah baby random poll time i love making Question
me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings
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one time i went through the taco bell drive thru and when i tried to order a baja blast i said “mountain boo bah” and then i just left. couldn’t recover
a friend of mine once went to order a beefy bean and cheese burrito but ordered a “beedo beedo” instead and i think of it every time i go to taco bell
I'm a "multiple interpretations of a character are valid" person until I see an interpretation that explicitly contradicts canon and then I start chewing on the drywall.
Me: "they are fictional characters and you can have whatever thoughts or interpretations you like! You may be close to the creators intent, you may not! What does it matter! There is joy in the exploration alone"
Also me: blorbo would not fucking say that
“This character is multi-faceted and has many valid interpretations of them, but there are also aspects of them that are so set in stone that if you take them away, you’re basically talking about a totally different character.”
"Are you okay" NO. THERE ARE LITTLE FICTIONAL BITCHES IN MY HEAD. AND THEY'RE KISSING.
Evening dress, 1840s, using silk from the 1740s.
• Visiting dress.
Designer: Emile Pingat (French, active 1860–1896)
Date: ca. 1872
Medium: Silk
There’s a serial killer in your town. Unfortunately for them you are a necromancer and you have fun driving that maniac insane.
@townofcan Why would leave this masterpiece in the notes
Actress Anna Held, in fencing costume, early 20th century
doesn't quite seem your branch of fandom, but apparently CP is important enough to make vinyls now (how fitting, a "wax work" collectible)
Yeah, I saw that! And you know, even though I don’t have a record player…my passion for physical media means that the temptation is real, to be honest.
Kind of like my pipe dream to eventually rework one of my fanfics into a better CPeak novelization (you know, written by someone who can remember the characters’ eye colors and who doesn’t blatantly hate Lucille), Commission one of my artist friends to do illustrations, get it bound by one of those fanfic – binding places, and have that as a keepsake in case the movie is ever lost to the digital black hole.
Dracula's really getting less and less subtle. Stealing all of Jonathan's travel stuff, his oat, his bag (I'm fairly sure "rug" refers to his bag, which might have been made out of a bit of old carpet), anything he could have used to get home. At this point he might as well just put this sign up in Joanthan's guest room, it wouldn't even be out of place
Jonathan cutting up Dracula's Bradshaw's Guide with his teeth and pasting the train timetables everywhere until the gap reads DO IT FOR HER
[ID: A screenshot from The Simpsons of Mr. Burns smiling and gesturing at a sign that says: "DON'T FORGET: YOU'RE HERE FOREVER." He is edited to have a gray mustache. END ID]
(rug means a travel blanket for chilly trains and carriages, but the rest of this? inspired)
Anonymous asked:
Is the first WIP a fanfic too or an original work?
It's fanfic, but I've considered adapting it into something original
"Married sapphic couple buys crumbling old house to turn into a hotel/their home; discovers that they have a mutual dark past there from a previous life, and also there are pissed-off ghosts around" would make a good story either way, IMO
Reblog with a random sentence from your wip.
Kissing her felt like a lazy Sunday morning in bed, no expectations, just living in the moment.
He aimed a kick at the vampire’s knee with his steel toed boot, just to make himself feel better.
The frog, or toad, or whatever it is sits quite calmly, looking at them back and forth (and at the same time, with its creepy bulbous eyes).
“It’s like Pret, but American?” Trent stated as he scanned the menu.
So ill and tired that I could not ſpeak, I lay upon his ſilken counterpane as he had fine Victuals brought, as well as Water, which he helped me to drink with his own hand.
I have two WIPs right now and haven't decided which to focus on first. so:
“Please.” Even without looking back, she could see the Michelle’s jaw tighten slightly as tension crept into her voice. “Please don’t do this today, sweetheart. It’s nothing. Stress hallucinations, remember? The doctor said so. It’s been a really long day; let’s not spoil it.”
AND
Edith huffed and glared at her sister-in-law. “I did not set myself on fire. Some of my hair got burned, that’s all.”
You have no power over me. Jennifer Connelly as Sarah Williams in Labyrinth (1986) dir. Jim Henson
you don't like mourning dove? hwoo hoo hoo hoo?