Oct. 8 - Name an episode that made you lol
Partners in Crime.
this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day
No shit. That tom cat was like:
"This thorn invested wall means nothing."
"I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady."
and the lady cat was all:
"My brave darling."
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!
Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.
om·pha·lo·skep·sis. noun \ˌäm(p)-fə-lō-ˈskep-səs\ : contemplation of one’s navel as an aid to meditation; also : navel-gazing
The title of this entry is a tag that I first started using on LiveJournal. From an entry dated May 28, 2008: My dear friend Sunil Sebastian suggested someone in the new novel have a bionic navel. To which I was forced to reply:
Navel-gazing Retrofuturistic NeoVictorian = LintPunk
This is all lead-up to say that I have been daydreaming and costuming steampunk for some time now. I have also been writing a particular book for some time. It features a young girl named Penny Farthing, who zips about the city of Bazalgate on a motorized velocipede. I think, to date, I have written six significantly different versions of her story.
THIS is the one that sold to Amazon’s new YA imprint Skyscape:
In case you have trouble with the fine print, that’s: Lisa Mantchev’s TICKER, about a girl with a faulty clockwork heart whose dark family history draws her and her friends into a NeoVictorian conspiracy involving terrorist bombings, human augmentation, and the world beyond the veil, to Miriam Juskowicz at Skyscape, for publication in October 2014, by Laura Rennert at Andrea Brown Literary Agency (World English).
I am thrilled this. Thrilled I will be able to share her story with you. Thrilled that my sister, who has always been one of my biggest supporters, will see “her” book in print. Best of all? SHOES. Because I promised myself a pair of Fluevogs if we sold this. ADORABLE STEAMPUNK SHOES, HERE I COME.
And mind the confetti… it’s made of cogs and gears and shiny pointy pokey watch bits!
Originally published at my website.
Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
THIS IS THE BEST POST
I HAVE EVER SEEN
they really do mean everyone
what if you woke up christmas morning and your favorite character or celebrity was just casually sitting by the christmas tree with a bow on their head and was just like “oh good you’re finally awake”
"Dear Santa, why YES, a Hiddles and a Mison would make up for the busted fridge."
Welcome to Night Vale, the AU where it’s a TV show in New York.
(Or, a demonstration of why every Night Vale fan should look into The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, and vice versa.)
STEPHEN COLBERT as THE VOICE OF NIGHT VALE
ELEANOR HOLMES NORTON as MAYOR PAMELA WINCHELL
JON STEWART as A HOODED FIGURE
JESSICA WILLIAMS as INTERN DANA
OMG PRESH LIGHTNING BOLT HEADED PUPPY!!!
I NAME YOU HARRY PUPPER!!!
You’re a husky, Harry
The following is the second in a series of art-flash fiction collaborative pieces that I am doing with the talented Tara Larsen Chang.
This will be the longest night.
The cats accompany the princess on the journey back. They are her constant companions into the darkness, and their breath promises frostbite. Blood-on-snow. She is unconcerned, for their fur is her bedding and the wilderness her chamber, at least until she reaches the ice castle once more.
You have caught her attention, though, human child. You, with your mittened hands and cherry-red nose. You crashed between the trees and through the hedges, searching out mistletoe, the woods ringing with merry laughter.
But the sounds of the other children have faded into the distance and before you… before you unfolds a world, crystal-gleaming. A place where the ice queen reigns in a holly crown, her slippered feet resting on slumbering bears.
They’ve need of a jester.
Can you sing? Will you dance?
Step inside this world; you will leave no footprints here.
Originally published at my website.
I am the salesperson
I have sonic headphones
and my catch phrase is “wow I really need to get control of my life”
wow I am the lamest doctor ever
Let’s try this again because my sonic underwear was a bit… unsanitary.
I am The Teacher
I have a sonic iphone
My catchphrase is “Oh I will”
I am the Researcher (he doesn’t really have an official title so eh)
I have a sonic pen
My catchphrase is ” You’ll see”
I am the Director
I have a sonic cup
My catchphrase is “nope”
i would be the sassiest doctor ever
I’m the Electrician
I have a sonic iphone as well
My catchphrase is “I’m home”
Well this could be entertaining
I’m the Psychologist
I have a sonic hammer
My catchphrase is heheheh
I am the Quality Manager
I have a sonic novel
and my catchphrase is “Fuckin make me.”
I am The Teacher
I have a sonic computer
my catchphrase is “that looks like a butt”
are you frickin kidding me
I am the Hair stylist
My sonic is book of “Hamlet”
My catchphrase is Well, OKAY. Fine.”
I. AM. HAMLET.
I am the Secretary
my Sonic is a spoon
my catchphrase is “FUCK.”
I don’t even
I am The Mechanic. (Badass!)
I have a sonic coffee mug.
My catchphrase is “I will gladly pay you Tuesday…” O.o