discovered by jarchaeology: JCPenney - The Des Moines Register - Nov. 18, 1989
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silly lil stump with silly lil fungi from the other morning.
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[ID: A digital comic in two images of Samama Khalid and Celia Ripley from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. Sam is a fat South Asian man with short, curly black hair, and a mustache and small goatee, and he is wearing a turtleneck, a cardigan, black nail polish and small black earrings. Celia is a slim Korean woman with short black hair, and she is wearing a button down shirt, a vest, rectangular glasses, an x-shaped earring, an industrial piercing, and snakebite studs. Sam is colored in solid red, and Celia is colored in solid green.
The first image is three drawings of Sam. The first is of him looking up pleadingly with his hands clasped and his eyes large and sparkly with sparkles around his head saying "Ahem, please?" The second is him holding up two tickets and smiling, saying "Ta-da! These incredibly exclusive, hardly-discounted, barely obstructed theatre tickets?" The last is him holding up the tickets to himself to read them and saying "I don't really know much about it, I just thought-" His eyes are drawn as dots in the last one.
The second image is of Celia smiling down at him with half-lidded eyes and an amused and slightly scheming smile. She is blushing lightly with a thought bubble next to her with partially blocked out text reading "I need to (blank) him and (blank blank) him until he (blank)". The censored parts also contain pink hearts on the black censor bars. end ID]
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thinkin bout that one bit. i love him <3 celia you need to kiss his silly little face or i will
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Based off of @camprell-art 's reblog :3
WAAAH THIS TOOK FOREVER MY HAND IS FALLIN OFF AHRGRGG anyways, in remembrance of @cottoncanderino spending like an hr or 2 on a lil twitter icon only to cover up the background with a (ahem) rather big-chested character, here are closeups of the icons in the pic
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Jude: I think I wanna do ballet.
[Ivan chuckled, tightening Jude’s laces with a swift yank]
Jude: Don’t laugh! Boys can do that too-.. right?
Ivan: Y’can do anythin’ y’want, bud.
Jude: I wouldn’t have to wear a tutu, would I?
Ivan: Not unless y’wanted to.
Jude: I don’t think I wanna wear anything frilly-.. none of the men in the video I found were wearing one.
Ivan: Been doin’ some research, eh?
[Ivan tried to hide it, but he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face completely]
Jude: You’re still laughing!
Ivan: I ain’t! It’s just-.. you wouldn’t suddenly be interested in ballet ‘cause a certain lil’ lady J is, would ya?
Jude: No!
Ivan: Right.
Jude: Do you think she’d be impressed though?
Ivan: What d’you reckon-.. would you be impressed if someone faked an interest in somethin’ you liked?
[Jude supposed not, causing him to frown thoughtfully]
Jude: Oh-.. maybe not.
Ivan: In my experience, folk like it better when you don’t pretend.
Jude: I thought that’s what boys are supposed to do? They’re always tryna impress girls in movies n’ stuff, and Gavin’s always telling everyone about the amazing stuff he does or buying mom fancy things that make her squeal.
Ivan: I wouldn’t pay much mind t’all that nonsense, bud.
Ivan: The best way t’make friends is t’spend time with folk n’ be yourself-.. the odd compliment here n’ there wouldn’t go amiss though, hm?
[Ivan chuckled to himself as he guided Jude’s wobbling form toward the roller rink-.. ballet, pfha!]
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Eddie: Steve, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?
Steve, naked in Eddie's bed: No, I absolutely do not.
Eddie, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither.
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They dressed him as a tiger I literally cannot pass this up.
The fiercest little cub.
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