annoying photo

I know it’s still months away but I’m like planning so much what to do in Japan

-Dog cafe, rabbit cafe, owl cafe….
-moomin cafe???? So I won’t be lonely??
-izakaya because I’m an adult now
-basically gonna eat all the food
-Osaka universal studios??
-exploring the rural Japanese countryside
-strawberry picking!!! They taste like candy!!
-I’m so excited I’m crying


Sebastian Stan and the Tshirt™ for the Beauty Book (2011) (x)

ASOUE as Stock Photos pt 1




Count Olaf:



a while back i saw some photos of a lady surrounded by ketchup bottles, and it was at that moment i knew what needed to be done. imho sans would make a pretty good posterboy for ketchup and other condiments.

this may very well be the worst thing i’ve ever drawn, but i don’t regret it, not one bit lmao.


I swear to heaven I don’t know why I wanted to cosplay Krista lol why I wanted to cosplay in general  So how I added filters to make it look nicer. Actually looks ugly I swear. Still incomplete, tho :B

I keep trying to get this out in different ways but I don’t think I am getting my point across as clearly as I would like to.

     I started this side blog in March 2015 because there weren’t a lot of blogs about Taron, at the time. I think he is a fantastic actor with a bright future. For the few who have asked: I do not know him and I am not affiliated with him. I made this blog because I am a fan, and because I believe he is deserving of all the right and respectful attention.
     It worked that way for awhile. I’ve been on Tumblr long enough to know that once any personal information gets leaked, people start turning on their object of affection long before they even realize they are doing it. 
     It’s disconcerting how some fans of Taron believe it’s perfectly okay to insert their opinions about his personal life into a conversation. There shouldn’t be any talk about it at all, regardless of how much entitlement you think you have. Babying him, making up stories about how you think he is in real life isn’t right. You’re just feeding this idea that this man is someone he is not and it will hurt you every time. 
     Being in the public eye does not mean he has to give us a reason for the decisions in his life. Seeing his films, seeing photos, watching interviews, even meeting him in real life does not mean we know him. He hasn’t changed. He doesn’t need our help.
     Over the past week or so, I’ve seen a lot of people taking cheap shots at his hair because they are upset with him for choosing a girlfriend they don’t approve of. To be honest, I don’t care about her or what she has done. It’s not my place to pass judgement on a situation that is none of my business. Do I have my own personal opinions on the matter? Sure. Will I share them on here? No, because I own a blog, and I do not own him.  Also, I don’t really care.
    It’s obsessive and kind of ridiculous, at this point. I’m well aware that people have opinions and I respect that, I do, so don’t go sending me salty anons. My only wish as I continue to run this blog is that people cut the bullshit. It’s negative. Stop giving it a voice. It’s not a part of the fandom that we should be proud of being a part of. For the people spreading love and positivity, I see you. You’re brilliant and I love you.

I know some people won’t care about my opinion. That’s okay.  You don’t have to engage or be my friend or follow me or any of that. Have a lovely night. xx

Alec & Jace Lightwood: a touching friendship

City of Ashes:

“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk,” Jace said. “When I got back, I bumped into this sad bastard mooning around the porch.” He pointed at Alec.

City of Glass:

“Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get of her lawn? Because I do,” Jace said.

City of Fallen Angels:

“Alec keeps sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not really.

City of Heavenly Fire:

“It’s Magnus birthday,” Alec said, flipping the phone shut. “I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t—to think that I forgot.”
“You’re pining,” said Jace.
Alec shrugged. “Look who’s talking. ‘Oh, I love her. Oh, she’s my sister. Oh why, why, why—’ ”

“Are you still mad because I broke your phone?” Jace said. “Because you broke my wrist, so I’d say we’re even.”
“It was sprained,” Alec said. “Not broken. Sprained.”

“Jace could get himself killed putting his pants on in the morning. Being his parabatai is a full-time job.” 

“The first time you saw me,” Jace said, looking down at his hands, looped around his knees, “I bet you didn’t think, He’s going to get me killed.”
“The first time I saw you, I wished you’d go back to Idris.” Jace looked over at Alec incredulously; Alec shrugged. “You know I don’t like change.”
“I grew on you, though,” Jace stated confidently.
“Eventually,” Alec agreed. “Like moss, or a skin disease.”

“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie.”
He paused, clearly waiting.
Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?”
“Because I am not your bitch,” Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.