An old collab from early 2012 that I did with my friend sylviene! <3 She originally drew the lineart for Zim, and I colored it. Would love to collab with her again in the future. She’s really great at drawing in IZ style. ;w;

Both myself and sylviene are the original creators of this artwork. I’m so happy if you like it, but please don’t repost it. Reblog this post instead, thanks! :”)

anonymous asked:

So who is karlie kloss and why do people seem to love her so much?

You really don’t know who karlie kloss is? Ok so she’s basically an actual ray of sunshine and the epitome of perfection. She’s like one of the nicest/sweetest/kindest human beings on planet earth and if you have a bad day, her smile alone can brighten up your mood like magic (though sometimes i wanna sue her bc her smile is so bright it’s gonna blind me eee…ee eeee) Anon if you want to know more about her, google her or come off anon and talk to me privately ‘cause we need more time to talk about her tbh :)

there are things that you have seen on your travels, tattooed to your eyelids, so intangible from what makes you a person that you can never wash them away with the cold, cold water

1) the universe is dark, chilly, deep, and you will feel lost in it

however, there are also moments just as important that slip away when you most need to recall them, to feel that warmth of the fire and hold it close with your hands to your heart

2) but the universe is full of stars, shining, bright, that make that dark lovely

then there are your lights- the people who always will guide you, hold you, comfort you, and show you that you, we, us, are all human, and all beautiful

3) in the end though, even a star will supernova

and the explosion, however near or far, shocks you, pains you, hurts you to your very core, the brightness that enveloped you blinds you

4) for we are all fools in our stories, and sometimes, there is no happily ever after to be told


The Terminal, Ch. VII

We’re built to last.
We’re built to last.
Oh, we’re built to last.
We’re built to last.

The section of city that the call came from was one of the worst. Lexa was no stranger to it, though it had been a while since her last visit, she felt uneasy about it. In the realest sense, she felt a certain unease slowly building throughout the last few weeks. It had nothing to do with the neighbourhood. Not the way the sky was bright blue, blinded in sun, not the hum of far away construction, the beeping of horns, nor the smell of the dirt and trash decaying in the sun, becoming skeletal in the heat. The unease sprouted in her flesh like an overstretched muscle after a long nap, dull and resistant to shrinking to normal size. But she hoped to ignored, as those things are meant to be ignored, until they go back on their own. For the moment it was simply a nagging soreness in her being that persisted in the unreachable, unscratchable spot on her back.

There were piles of trash on corners from a foregone attempt at salvaging the neighbourhood. Buildings were missing doors and windows were larger than necessary from mortars and destruction, but Lexa simply walked. There were teenagers clustered on the corner, baggies changing hands and disinterest in her existence at an all time high.

“You sure someone called this in?” she asked the radio, feeling warm sweat cascading down her back. The weight of the suit was a comfort, cradling her unease.

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endless list of favourite movies | 9. El laberinto del fauno or “Pan’s Labyrinth” (2006) dir. Guillermo del Toro

“ A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning…”

Actually, no. Don’t tell Calum it’s wrong to put his middle finger up to paparazzi. He should freely do that, considering they are standing literally where he needs to walk, harassing him with loud yells and bright flashes enough to fucking blind him, and all he wants to do is get into the car. You see Kylie Jenner, etc doing this everyone is fine with it. Just because they’re celebrities doesn’t mean they should take paparazzi’s shit.