and with this i say goodnight~

i dont know what to say about this so here’s the description so you can possibly reach your own conclusions: 

“You will love this moment I drew for the series of “The Three Caballeros.” This is actually three drawings but I combined them together. I used the outline to blend in a scene on another.

After Zoe sings a bedtime song, she approaches the Caballeros, who are already fast asleep in their new beds, giving each of them goodnight kisses. This is during many times for the later episodes I have made up! Donald is usually the last to get a goodnight kiss. See that reaction there? He just can’t resist, huh? 

Well, this is much beautiful than I would have imagine! I bet all you agree, too! 

I hope you like my beautiful art!“

“beautiful art”

~Mod Wolfrun

anonymous asked:

On a scale of 0 to 10, how drunk are you right now

A solid 7 I tried to say goodnight to my parents and ended up doing that in 3 different languages so yeah HAH

Steinunn: Wait-

Stefán: Don’t record this, Steina.

Steinunn: Stebbi, aren’t you gonna come inside?

Stefán: I’m not coming inside, dear, I’m gonna spend the night here.

Steinunn: Why?

Stefán: [scandalized] Why? I won’t let the baby plants be alone in the greenhouse, not for the first nights at least. Goodnight, dear. [to the plants] Hiiiiiiii

1. Stoutland is less efficient than the Itemfinder
2. Encounter rates for some Pokemon are too low
3. Music randomly playing backwards
4. All Pokemon attacks result in realistic bloody gashes
5. Marowak constantly says “I miss her” in perfect English
6. Perish Song affects the player in real life
7. Rumble Pack
8. Fearow’s shiny texture replaced with jpeg of a dog’s skeleton
9. mih ssim, mih ssim, nam daed a si luaP
10. Navi shows up to yell at player constantly
11. Oddjob’s tiny hitbox makes him difficult to shoot
12. Hau’s unexplained third eye
13. Volcanic eruption that encases Alola in ash, blocking out the sun and killing the dinosaurs
14. Faba
15. Wild Abra teleports away

louis: goodnight i love you, goodnight i love you, goodnight i love you, goodnight i—

harry: can we go one night without you saying goodnight to every single one of my curls

louis: absolutely not

louis: anyway, as i was saying curl number 102,

i just wanted to say i’m thankful and happy that we’re all here together and that you guys made this year a little less awful and a lot more bearable. im proud of u for not giving up and still bring here to see the year end. im glad we’re all friends and hopefully 2017 treats u better than 2016. and if not i’ll personally fight the whole year for u bc u deserve nothing but endless happiness after surviving through this year. i love u.

i feel like it’s important to realize how easy henrik and tarjei make their jobs to each other. i mean you could be the greatest actor ever on your own and still be crap interacting with other actors because something doesn’t click. but these two??? i mean, when isak touches, even is there to lean into the touch, and that’s because when tarjei makes a move, henrik is there to catch it (and vice versa). there’s a script, of course, but i feel like they truly become isakandeven when they are on camera, and the fact we as viewers can see that with just touches and looks is just incredible

You Could Have

As promised – not Kansas City OTRA, but very much inspired by it. I’ve had this as a WIP since April or so, so it’s nice to have it out. That said: I’M NERVOUS AS ALL GET OUT cause they kind of… are… there’s a crude topic in this. They’re just having a go at each other, though. ACK *flips tables* Enjoy, everybody, I’m gonna hide now. x

It’s the last song when security finds you and escorts you from your seat and through the crowd. You’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to see the show finish, but knots of excitement are twisting in your belly as you are herded past barricades where no one else is allowed to go. Music and fireworks, almost obnoxiously loud, are muffled backstage, and you hear voices, familiar by this point and one more so than the rest, saying earnest goodnights and wishes of love and safe returns home to the crowd that so worships them. Preparation to tear down and packup equipment has already started around you, and you pause in the wings, shaking your head when security tries to usher you to move.

He’ll be there. He’ll find you.

Sure enough, he’s all legs and hair when he appears at last, leaping over a thick wire before it can catch his boot and twist his ankle. He’s got a towel in his hand, but it’s useless on his long, wet, curly hair. He’s all but drenched from head to toe, with most of his grey t-shirt stained with sweat and clinging to his body, and while the heat is mainly to blame for that, the water he’d been spitting and throwing hadn’t helped (although, it had probably cooled him off).

He’s tanner than you remember him being last, but that’s what months of outdoor shows and sightseeing on off days will do to him. The muscles on his slick arms look just a little bigger and more defined, too, and even the most casual twist or bend of his heavily tattooed left arm makes ink practically jump every time.

His eyes, though, are most striking, and they’re only for you as he continues his beeline in your direction.

“You’re soaked, love,” he teases you through a cheeky grin and popping dimples with a voice like honey and sandpaper.

You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his double-entendre.

“Some twat kept spitting water at me the whole night,” you inform him, opening your arms for him.

Harry grins wider – a cocky, satisfied grin. “Yeah?” His hand slides possessively around your waist for the first time in ages and you fold your hands behing his neck. “Tell me his name an’ I’ll get him.”

Keep reading

Joseph fink laughing midway through Second Song gives me life.

Joseph fink saying “And hey, thanks” gives me life.

Joseph fink saying “I love you” gives me life.

Cecil Baldwin’s voice gives me life.

Cecil Baldwin especially saying “goodnight, night vale, goodnight” gives me life

Carlos’ existence gives me life.

Old Woman Josie gives me life.

Welcome To Night Vale gives me life.

the diary

the reality is crystal clear
it pierces through your heart
in the dark and so you drink a beer
when the weight settles and it’s hard
so you drink more until your problems
until you’re lost wandering once the
mist appears
in oblivion hoping you won’t have to
witness fear

you’re so far i could only wish you’re here
just so i have something real to hold on to
once this illusion fizzles clear and all i can
do is imagine you in your fitness gear –

still sending loving thoughts to you regardless
because the second i saw you my vision cleared

now i think back
maybe i was too in your ear
holding on so tight to you
it was inevitable i’d have to
say goodnight to you

and never again let you near

i was afraid of the destination
our fates would take so i held
on as long as i could before i
could let you go and so i let you
spread your wings and watched
you fly away

eyes drenched in tears
nights slept in fear
why you left me here
but only having myself to blame
because i’m wrecked and teared
and it’s been less than a year –

and they say time heals
but they don’t know how i feel

Bitty’s filled his head with romantic ideas about sharing a bed with Jack. When he laid in bed back home, squinting against the light of his phone in his dark room - so much darker here than in Samwell - he imagined saying his goodnights to Jack with a kiss on the cheek instead of fuzzy words on a screen. He would rest his head on Jack’s shoulder and fall asleep to the steady up and down of his chest.

It does not go like that.

His first night in Providence is spent navigating loose limbs, careful shuffling that sets the whole bed to shaking, Jack’s breath too loud in Bitty’s ear and his chest too hot along Bitty’s back. It’s finally falling into a fitful sleep with only their feet touching, and waking when Bitty rolls over, his knee landing on Jack’s groin. It’s Bitty watching the sky go from black to orange to blue through the sliver of Jack’s window with heavy eyes that can’t stay closed.

“We just need more practice,” Jack says before wrapping his arm around Bitty’s waist and pulling him tight.