spectales

danny totally skips out on leg day

I mean come on, he can fly. half the time he doesn’t even have his legs materialized

older buff bara danny is totally a dorito on stilts with only slightly more running endurance than you’d expect thanks to occasionally getting roped into sam’s training from hell with tucker

by their 20s danny can bench press a car but even tucker’s got him beat in a land race

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“As a child, I was taught that it was bad manners to bring attention to yourself, and to never, ever make a spectale of yourself…All of which I’ve carned a living doing.”

“My own life has been much more than a fairy tale. I’ve had my share of difficult moments, but whatever difficulties I’ve gone through, I’ve always gotten a prize at the end.“ 

“I am not beautiful. My mother once called me the ‘ugly duckling‘. But, listed separately, I have a few good features.”

Magician Goth ALWAYS attacking Captain Palette when his guard down! But C!Palette doesn’t want to fight back.. He didn’t want to fight him back!

C!Palette:Goth please! I don’t wanna fight you! We were best friend!

M!Goth:SHUT UP!! The Knight doesn’t be friend with Magician! We your enemy! And enemy never be your friend!

Palette by @angexci

Goth by @nekophy

Captain Palette and Magician Goth by @strix36

There was a reason why Magician and Knight never be friends on Underspell… Its a complicate story tough…

when you make a spectale of your method acting, but get cut to basically a cameo and your costars don’t want to hang out with you

Dark Shadows: Veteran model Stella Tennant wears an outfit made of duchesse satin and lace from Comme Des Garçons Spring/Summer 2012 in the supernatural editorial where the seasons most fantastically frozen collections featured titled ‘Cold Summer’ which was shot by photographer Sølve Sundsbø for LOVE magazine S/S 12 (issue #7 - Aftertaste)

'A spectal chill haunts this fashion’s season. For once the collections are in consensus, all displaying those myriad shades of white that glow when moonlight strikes a freshly frosted garden: an alabaster of purity and sweetness tainted with the fog of anaesthesia as we wait for the sun to return.’