#foiled again!

[raspberryzingaaa]

Hate it when my mother reminds me im a Christian. Ugh! Now I have to go do that thing I dont want to do but at least Jesus is hanging out w me!

[amerasdreams]

This game of writing indecipherable words gets a bit much when I can't read my own notes...

[heavens-tiny-daggers]

*rewatches the Veronica Mars movie*: YUP, still in love with that one guy...

[roarincreations]

12/22 kirigami arthropods, a lonely Honeybee. The design and instructions are available on my Etsy.

[maraskolnikova]

“No Goosebumps!” A ficlet

Timmy is laying on Elio’s bed, knees bent, legs spread, wearing only a pair of trunks (even though it's raining outside and cast and crew have all donned trousers and long-sleeved shirts). He has a dreamy, coy smile on his face mingled with anticipation. He hears footsteps approaching and licks his lips...

Luca: (bursting in) “Teemee!! I thought I heard the sound of a mattress squeaking! What you are doing?! You weeel catch cold! Eet ees FREEEZING in this house!”

Timmy: Smile turns to a frown when he sees who it is bursting through the door. He closes his legs and sits up. “Oh, it’s... you. Hi Luca.” He grabs his fluffy white robe from the floor and covers up hastily.

Luca: “Teemee, we are not doing the 'allergy' scene today. Actually, we are done shooting for the day--it is too cold to work! I need smooth skin--no goosebumps!!” 

Timmy: “Oh I, umm...yeah no, I know it’s just... I was...like getting into character and kind of just really 'feeling' the bed. I was grounding myself and becoming one with Elio...?” He twists his mouth in an awkward smile and narrows his eyes as though checking to see if he’s getting away with this excuse.

Luca: “Ahhh...I see! You really do need to cover up it’s qui--”

Armie ambles in with a smile on his face, looking down at his phone

Armie: “Hey Tim, what’s the ‘sexy emergency’--Ohhhhhhkay heyyyy Luca!” (Sheepishly) "Umm, what are you doing here?!”

Luca: “Oddio!! Thees ees my set! Am I not allowed on my own damn set!?! I too could ask what you are both playing at here when everyone else has left for the day!”

Armie: “Ummmm...I”

Timmy: “I...ummm...we were...” 

Armie: (blushing) “Timmy and I were going to go over this scene...to save time...”

Luca: Looking Armie up and down, shocked. “Mio dio! You too are shirtless and een short shorts!!? My two leads weel surely catch their death in this drafty old house!!! You are both so hot-blooded!”

Timmy: (Muttering under his breath and punching the mattress in frustration) “You have no idea.”

Armie: (Whispering and shaking his head) “Well, we were.”

[thisbytchfastyeet]

"here, use this knife instead of the ones you keep stealing from others." he holds it by the blade as he hands it over. little does sonic know, it's a toy knife that makes squeaky noises when you try to stab someone... and the handle is slathered with the glue that sonic knows all too well nowadays.

Meme | Not Accepting

Ha! What a fool. Doesn’t he already know by arming Sonic he’s only going to be using this to his advantage? A creepy grin slides into place– the sort of grin that rivals the Joker’s and Cheshire Cat’s. The kind of grinning grin that curdles milk and makes manly men shiver and cringe.❝ I don’t know whats more funny, your stupidity or your dumbassery. Guess it doesn’t matter in the next few seconds because you’ll be dead! ❞

Fisting the knife’s handle he swings his arm in an arc as blade connects to the cyborg’s chest in repeated assaults.

squeak squeak squeak squeak.

❝ Ah? ❞

SQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAK.

[egophiliac]

So I know you haven't drawn them for a while, but I miss the Pegallams (Pegallamas?). Can we pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaase see them again? And their rider too? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee?

aww! I miss the pegallams too. :D it’s been foreeeever since I’ve drawn them so I’m kinda rusty, but here you go!

for some reason that hat is always getting eaten. you’d think that by now she’d’ve learned --

[hunnybadgerv]

Ok, so the pedicure was fun, despite the ticklish feet. 

My arms are now killing me--I’m not sure if it was push day or pull day, but it was something. 

And I want to write, but I can’t find any music to spin the gears of my brain.