Sir Someoddton of Somewhereland
Sir Someoddton of Somewhereland
For all of you who ask, “How you do dat?” “How you be good?” “What is your process?”
This is my secret method. Now you know.
(Source: shavingryansprivates, via jezzleavesthebrakeson)
A firebender-version of notime4inspiration with a very-ripped-off-but-very-bad-ass pose. :{D>
Someone’s gnome. :B
Emilie Simon, Fleur De Saison
(Source: bulletproofglasss, via kavinskysdick)
:D He’s so happy to see you!
I started on another roley poley play with this general synopsis:
A married couple finds their relationship passively crumbling. It isn’t until death due them part upon the unexpected gruesome demise of the husband that the wife is finally able to find new love— with her deceased spouse. Every night, her vampiric lover sits on her doorstep, begging to be let in to no avail. The wife is no moron to her husband’s eternal thirst for blood and for the sake of their teenage daughter, she wishes not to be his immortal bride. She will only meet with him outside with a garlic necklace tightly wound around her throat or under broad daylight, wherein he must cower in the shadows. Will the dark woos of an undead pencil pusher be too tempting?
:{D>