I had a dream last night that I worked at McDonalds and I was behind the counter when this guy dressed in a tuxedo (with white dickie and tie) was snapping his fingers for a server. I went I over and he asked to see our “darkest red” and I knew he was talking about wine so I said “sir, this is McDonalds. The darkest red we have here is ketchup” and he had me pour him a glass of ketchup and he drank it while looking me directly in the eye.
» Because only Vin Diesel could ever be ridiculously nerdy enough to attend the UK world premiere red carpet for Guardians of the Galaxy wearing a “I am Groot” t-shirt and walking on stilts
them: oh are u excited for that new marvel movie?
"if Godzilla existed in the Pacific Rim universe the humans would never know they were being invaded since Godzilla would juts be patrolling the portal waiting for his next meal to come out."
sorry it’s so small
((screams this is great thank u!! <33))
(one.) she is close enough to touch; if you feel brave enough, foolish enough, you can reach out and brush a strand of fire behind her ear. you’d leave this room without your hand. you think it might be worth it.
(two.) her smile is different, now. it is sharp and slippery and incomplete, and not the one you are used to being thrown to you. every so often you think you catch flirtation in the flash of her teeth; you try not to let your hopes rise, but it’s hard to keep them down.
(three.) without shades of laughter dancing in her eyes, she looks like a whole new woman.
(four.) you keep tossing out snarky comebacks, and she keeps ignoring them. it’s almost familiar, but you know she’s not ignoring you because she knows how it annoys you, now.
(five.) she’s trying to hide how she’s favouring her right side, keeping the weight off her wounded leg as much as possible. you don’t know how to explain that she’ll have to try much harder to become unreadable to you.
(six.) she doesn’t use your name until she’s leaving. it stings deeper than you were expecting — she knows who you are, but she doesn’t know you, not anymore. your fingers curl into fists without your permission. you’re sure the weight of what you’ve lost must be written across your face, but she’s always been able to read you, so that, at least, isn’t new.
(seven.) you want to touch her so badly it sits like an ache in the pit of your stomach.
(eight.) you have no idea how long it will be until you see her again.
(nine.) her approval still means too much to you to be safe.
It was a LEAP, not a FALL.
I’ll be away for a week, so here’s one last doodle uvu
Cats in piles
How I spent my time at Pompeii today
Agitha joins Hyrule Warriors and my 13 years old self gets all of her dreams fullfilled.
I wanted to draw her dress since like middle school but did it only today. What a shame.
The palette challenge is surprisingly very fun to do
His name is Sparrow and he is SO BEAUTIFUL I can’t stand it.