I Aim to Misbehave.

Ramblings of a sleep deprived design student. Opinionated concerning movies and fictitious characters.
motionaday:

Nightvision
Monday: Taiyo Yamamoto

motionaday:

Nightvision

Monday: Taiyo Yamamoto

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hal-yorked:

vintageprincess48:

starkholmesdowney:

johanirae:

I sometimes end the sentence with the wrong image

I understood that reference

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ive-been-triggered-by-kankri:

catswithbenefits:

catswithbenefits:

can someone please photoshop psy’s head on a psyduck for me

never mind i got it

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has psyence gone too far

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comeflythefriendlyskies:

BASICALLY I HAVE A STRONG STRONG URGE TO FIND OUT JUST HOW BIG THIS FANDOT IS, SO LET’S ALL PLAY SOME TRAVELLING LEMON SO WE CAN SEE.

comeflythefriendlyskies:

BASICALLY I HAVE A STRONG STRONG URGE TO FIND OUT JUST HOW BIG THIS FANDOT IS, SO LET’S ALL PLAY SOME TRAVELLING LEMON SO WE CAN SEE.

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maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Plot Twist: 
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?”  Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
She could only choke out, “You’re real?”

I’M SCREAMING

FUCK IT GOT BETTER

MUCH MUCH BETTER 

SCREAMING FROM THIS PERFECTION

Reminded me of a poem I read a years ago
The Keeper and the Kept
Can you handle the blood?  Is it something you hate?Does the violence excite you?Am I too twisted and broken for you?Or is that why you keep coming back to riffle through the pages where I live?Returning to see if I will change, if the villain can become the hero?You see all my flaws, all my hidden thoughts, yet you keep returning.You have fingers as soft as the paper they caresses, eyes deeper than the black beyond the edge of the universe.You twist your hair as you read of my trials and tribulations.You bite your lip as I am wounded and left to bleed.You call my name in your sleep.You love me, you hate me, you want me, you rape me.I suffer gladly through it all.Just hoping you will return to do it all again.
deviant.art

Oh, wow.  That poem is incredible.

goldenwatcher:

sorrowsfall:

bakerstreetsdoctor:

otpswillruinyourlife:

cant-catch-this-snitch:

castiels-hunter:

caffine-addict:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Plot Twist: 

“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.

“Why are you crying?”  Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

She could only choke out, “You’re real?”

I’M SCREAMING

FUCK IT GOT BETTER

MUCH MUCH BETTER 

SCREAMING FROM THIS PERFECTION

Reminded me of a poem I read a years ago

The Keeper and the Kept

Can you handle the blood?  
Is it something you hate?
Does the violence excite you?
Am I too twisted and broken for you?
Or is that why you keep coming back to riffle through the pages where I live?
Returning to see if I will change, 
if the villain can become the hero?
You see all my flaws, 
all my hidden thoughts, 
yet you keep returning.
You have fingers as soft as the paper they caresses, 
eyes deeper than the black 
beyond the edge of the universe.
You twist your hair as you read of my trials and tribulations.
You bite your lip as I am wounded and left to bleed.
You call my name in your sleep.
You love me, 
you hate me, 
you want me, 
you rape me.
I suffer gladly through it all.
Just hoping you will return to do it all again.

deviant.art

Oh, wow.  That poem is incredible.

superwhopaganindigogiraffe:

overland-frost:

oscarcunning:

consulting-time-captain:

bjorkubus:

farahsaurius:

sdgfhvbkjlp{ñikuytrdtfghjk hola! :)

I melted when I saw that smile grow into that grin in the 1st gif.

YES HE’S BACK ON MY DASH.

ANTHONY YOU AMAZING MAN.

Best Joker cosplay ive seen in a long time.

o hai bby

he’s so pretty…. good grief…

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nadiezda:

2008 and 2012

evolución!

sketchinthoughts:

Doodle! I hope there’s a way to get some of the older generation starters in Pokemon X and Y. That would be amaaaaazing.

sketchinthoughts:

Doodle! I hope there’s a way to get some of the older generation starters in Pokemon X and Y. That would be amaaaaazing.

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quoridor:

tenkuuken:

ぴくいず//エンド

omg omg this is so cool i can’t handle it

quoridor:

tenkuuken:

ぴくいず//エンド

omg omg this is so cool i can’t handle it

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mrrobotico:

rwambush:

fierceisnotenough:

firehouselight:

blah-blahs:

doityourselfproject:

Paint primary colors on fan wings

BRILLIANT

Did we just discover how to paint with all the colors of the wind?

That comment omg

^^^^^^

mrrobotico:

rwambush:

fierceisnotenough:

firehouselight:

blah-blahs:

doityourselfproject:

Paint primary colors on fan wings

BRILLIANT

Did we just discover how to paint with all the colors of the wind?

That comment omg

^^^^^^

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