#gotta be dramatic

[skywalkerbootleg]

me, with a 40°C fever, pouring hot tea in a mug from a 10cm distance:

I do not fear god

[noreingravity]

I learned how to draw them! Drew more Sun cause I needed to know how to work with those proportions ;-;

Im accepting request btw!

[decembertdr]

sometimes I want to be able to play the organ just so I can dramatically sit in a church with a long cape and play like some kind of funky vampire

[pregnantsecondo]

Hell on Earth is real and I’m living through it.

[therelentless]

@perfectdisastcr​ asked: “Hey! watch it! what are you? a raging bull? look where you are walking before you bump into people!” (from Nadja)

Hearing Nadja’s comment forced him to stop right in his tracks, but only to hiss loudly and directly at her face, it was more than evident that today he was just not having it. Earlier he had already snapped at Guillermo (but that was the usual), then Laszlo and now Nadja. Every year during this time of the season, he got like this, and there was a person to blame. Dracula. Dracula and his stupid masquerade ball that the entire vampire community liked to make such a fuss about, everyone except Nandor. They had just received their invitation that night, and it didn’t go unnoticed to him that his name had been misspelled. Probably on purpose. A small detail that any other person would have ignored, but not Nandor. This was just offensive, and he was offended.

He didn't like the guy, and he couldn't stand how the vampires treated him as he was some sort of royalty wherever he went. What about him? he himself had been a powerful warrior and king, and yet, here he was, rotting away in this house. "Oh please! how about you stop yelling for once? I bet even the neighbors can hear you, just shhh!!" Yes. He was in quite a mood.

[purpledragon57]

You can’t tell me they haven’t been practising this

[thelovethatyouhad]

If you don’t throw your head back and throw at least one arm up all dramatically while singing the shot-in-the-dark/shot-to-the-heart lines in Getaway Car, are you even listening to Getaway Car?

[ch4lk34t3r]

I walked into a gas station convenience store one day, only looking for something to quench my thirst, though, I got something far more than I asked for. As I browsed the carbonated beverage selection, I made my choice in an orange flavored drink, Fanta. I smiled as I made the connection to the absurd refreshment by the similar name, Faygo. How lucky was I that the chaotic soda was not an option today.

 I walked up to the register with one hand over my pocket and the other holding my beverage, my mind beginning to wander endlessly on the topic of the comic related to the evil soda. Once it was my turn, I handed the cashier a ten dollar bill, in which she proceeded to collect my change from the register. In one fail swoop, she counted out four one dollar bills, a dime, three pennies, and tore the receipt from the machine. With the most sick, twisted grin on her face, she handed me my change and receipt whilst saying what was once conceivable to believe to be the most cursed words of mankind.

“Your change is $4.13, m’am.”