in that lair of the Deep Ones
so-boujie:

stunningpicture:

No amount of hot showers will get rid of the glitter on me now. Hopefully you guys think it was worth it!

your beard is the night that poets write about

so-boujie:

stunningpicture:

No amount of hot showers will get rid of the glitter on me now. Hopefully you guys think it was worth it!

your beard is the night that poets write about

chaos7:

panhikattack:

chaos7:

new aesthetic: man covered in cacti, surrounded by confused police

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I don’t understand this aesthetic.

neither do the police

I finally caved and did the snapchat thing. I’m oliviamacabre, and I’m looking forward to seeing what you freaks have for me.

yangderexiaolong:

Do you ever have that outfit you wear so often you think

"Yes, this is the outfit I’d be drawn in everyday if I was a cartoon"

A scary clown I drew for the birthday of a dear friend a few weeks ago (and forgot/was somewhat hesitant to post).

A scary clown I drew for the birthday of a dear friend a few weeks ago (and forgot/was somewhat hesitant to post).

thehauntedmansiondisney:

Disney Imagineer Claude Coats Haunted Mansion Concept Art

thehauntedmansiondisney:

Disney Imagineer Marc Davis Concept Art

fatherway:

frickgerard:

fatherway:

anyways heres wonderwall

why is ur ukulele so big

i feed it well

fatherway:

frickgerard:

fatherway:

anyways heres wonderwall

why is ur ukulele so big

i feed it well

lotsofdisney:

Cinderella Pencil Test

spooky-condesce:

bitsofmashmallow:

A hugging octopus necklace that appears ghostly white by day, then wakes at night to glow brilliantly in turquoise and highlighter yellow.

Click here to see it.

Are those… Tangle buddies???

digivolvin:

last night i dreamed that scientists used a really bad picture of me to prove humans are closely related to goats and i was so insulted i woke up

mismarvell:

an angry fancast series because we deserve more women in marvel/dc movies: [3/?]

↳ ruth negga as zatanna zatara

             she begins as a stage magician, following her father’s craft, performing each motion without his instruction. somehow she always manages to tweak his technique until she outshadows him. that doesn’t stop them from rocketing to stardom, though, or as much stardom as two magicians can have.

            after he disappears (god, she hears so many fucking jokes about his true talent as a magician), she grieves until she can’t anymore. finally, she accepts an offer to headline her own show, only this time the magic comes far too easily: she keeps pulling rabbits out of hats, shoes, purses, anything; doves fly out of every door she opens; one of her assistants seems to have lost her torso.

            (she still searches for her father. they never did find his body. one day, a tall, well-muscled woman shows up on her front step wearing what can best be described as functional armor. wow, i wasn’t expecting a guest appearance. did we schedule you? zatanna laughs. we know where your father is, the woman replies. who’s we? you don’t mean—? zatanna takes a step back, but she’s smiling. so is the invisible jet parked nearby? in response, the woman just laughs and laughs.)

ghivashels:

gosh i love fan fic authors

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