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wow, shiz is dead.
“are you gonna bark all day, dog? or are you gonna bite?" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
"Depends, kiddo... my teeth r'pretty sharp. Think you can handle it?"
Are you from Japan? Because I'm trying to get in Japanties.
Smirk."I'm fr'Tennesee, but from my understanding, your destination ain't all that hard t'get to."
TARANTINO FILM QUOTES MEME.
warning;; some of the content may be nsfw & politically incorrect.
“if you any of you sons of bitches have got anything else to say, now’s your fucking time.“
“you’re acting like a first year fucking thief. i’m acting like a professional.“
“listen kid, i’m not ‘gonna bullshit you, alright?“
"i may be a bastard. but i’m not a fucking bastard.”
“thought that was pretty fucking funny, didn’t you?"
"all you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ‘aint ‘gonna get."
"you had my curiosity. but now you have my attention."
"you silver tongue devil you.”
“i’m american, honey. our names don’t mean shit.”
“that woman deserves revenge. and we deserve to die.”
“wiggle your big toe.”
“do you find me sadistic?”
“i’m ‘gonna give you a little something you can’t take off.”
“say ‘what’ again. i dare ya. i double dare you, motherfucker.”
“leave the limbs you’ve lost. they belong to me now."
"and what do i owe this dubious pleasure?"
"you are all in my cool book."
"is she dead? yes or no.”
“i’m the anti christ. you got me a vendetta kinda mood.”
“are you gonna bark all day, dog? or are you gonna bite."
"i will never forgive your ass for this."
"you have every right to ‘wanna get even."
"it 'aint suicide if you’re already dead."
"have you ever given a foot massage?"
"hate to shatter your ego, but this 'aint the first time i’ve had a gun pointed at me."
"word of advice, shit head. don’t you ever wake up.”
“you don’t owe her shit."
"wakey, wakey… eggs and bakey."
"i called him a miserable old fool."
"was that a fucking set up or what?"
"you serve the tea. i’m watching my soaps."
"when are you 'gonna learn that microwave food’ll kill you faster than a bullet?"
"well, 'aint you so sweet, you make sugar taste just like salt."
"i’m gonna ask you questions. and every time you don’t give me answers, i’m going to cut something off."
"under the circumstances, i think i ought to get a fucking academy award for how natural i’m acting."
"a dogs got personality. personality goes a long way."
"i haven’t killed anybody since 1984."
"pride only hurts. it never helps."
"now the first time you kill somebody, that’s the hardest."
so... tonight has been interesting.
psa;
i've got to run some errands. be back in approximately 2.5 hours
daddy ( ngl i thought of a different kind of daddy at first )
(dork)
Edward Rowe's eldest daughter doesn't look like him in the slightest. Where she is fair, blonde with big blue eyes that she uses more often than not to get her way, waifish and thin; he is tall and yet somehow squat, burly. His forearms take on the appearance of big, burnt loaves of bread for all the dark hair that tops them. He's almost oafish. Elliot's hair comes from her mother's side- Edwards is brown, short and bristly and religiously kept neat. His eyes are squinty to the point of looking unintelligent, but he's actually quite calculating. That, at least, Elliot will [begrudgingly] admit to getting from him, that easy manipulativeness. Of course, hers is a bit more potent. Not that he'd know, they've not spoken in almost six years.
"Well, hi there." Eddie smiles easily, like the Haskell he could so easily be related to. He extends a hand large enough to swallow Mae's, his eyebrows raised. "I wouldn't have marked you as a friend of my daughter's. No, not in the slightest. You're too sweet looking. She's a bit of a bad influence, you know." His left eye- the bad one, his vision started to go in his 40s - dips into a wink, the grin still hung on his face by invisible fish hooks, the open palm still extended.
Send “Daddy” to meet my muse’s father
The ceiling is impossibly high. Too high. Too much oak, too dark, too covered in shadows that the 6pm light dying as it bumbles through the stained glass windows can't dispers. There's too much red. Too much of a smell of smoke. She hates churches. Still, she stumbles in and winces when the door snaps shut behind her- too much finality. She's soaked to the bone, already thin clothes sticking to her like a too-tight second skin that didn't want to be outgrown. But- oh, our protagonist isn't alone. There's a solitary form, head bent in one of the pews. Isn't it a little late for prayer? "S-sorry."
Your muse walks in on mine being tortured. Send their reaction.
right.
i feel at some point i should announce that i do still exist. i don't really know how to go about this, though, and i somewhat doubt anyone on this site cares too much at this point. which i completely understand, i mean; i've been gone for months this time around. i really do care about this character but i've never done any in depth interacting with anyone, so why would it matter? but now i'm rambling. maybe i should say why i was gone - i was very very ill to the point of being more or less incapacitated these past few months, and for the sake of not wanting to bore/annoy/upset anyone with specifics i'm going to leave it at that. so i'm back, but whether or not i'll stay remains to be sign. because of the aforementioned health problems i've found out that i may have to withdraw from school, and that's an issue. i just thought i'd mention this blog is still 'functional' in case anyone needs or wants anything. much love - h
"Loser" by Beck
You can’t write if you can’t relate Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite Who’s choking on the splinters
DO YALL NOT KNOW THIS ICONIC B O P????
Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon questions.
BRING IT ON
Imagine your OTP proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food.
#AND WHEN THE REAL PROPOSAL COMES AND THEY GET FREE ICE CREAM OR SOMETHING#PERSON A IS LIKE ‘omg that was a good one the whole speech was a nice touch where did you get this ring it looks so realistic omg’#and person B is just like ‘r u fucking kidding me’
krahsos ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
[hands]
body parts meme;
[surprisingly, she has pretty small, dainty hands. that isn't to say they're soft- they're borderline chronically dry. she's got callouses on her fingers and the sides of her palms; side effect of all the time she's spent on little fix-it jobs. she finds them particularly disgusting; less a mark of a hard worker, as her father would say, buy more a reminder of the place she comes from. they're pale almost to the point of being translucent, bones and cornflower blue veins painfully visible. usually dirty, frequently covered in tiny knicks and cuts- she scratches at the backs when she's nervous. her nails aren't a pretty sight; short, chewed, or broken with lines of dirt underneath, except for the pinky nail on her left hand, which she keeps long and pink religiously.]
Reblog this if it's totally 100% okay to tag you in posts.