artist comments: Just a mindless sketch of Crowley & Aziraphale as owls. Crowley is a Great Horned Owl and Azira is a Barn Owl. Azira’s also full of dander and his feathers are askew so Crowley is preening him just out of sheer annoyance.
Am I kicked out of the fandom yet?
[high-res] Superwholock Omens request for claudiers, one of the giveaway winners. Sorry it’s not traditional, it was giving me a hard time on paper…but it’ll be a larger print than the trad would’ve been! ;)
Thor Odinson:THE YOUNG MAN WITH THE LEGS AS NIMBLE AS A FAWN PLEASES ME GREATLY. HE SEEMS A VERY EARNEST YOUNG LAD AND HAS WON MY FAVOR
Tony Stark: what are you talking about?
Thor Odinson: THE YOUNG WOMAN WITH THE PILLOW LIPS IS NOT PLEASING TO ME, SHE SEEMED TO BE RATHER TRAITOROUS TOWARD HER LOVE. I AM ALSO RATHER CONFUSED AS TO WHY THE YOUNG SINGING HOMOSEXUAL THINKS THE OTHER ONE WILL BECOME HIS CONQUEST WHILST HE IS CLEARLY ENAMOURED OF SOMEONE ELSE.
Tony Stark: thor…are you watching glee?
Thor Odinson: I AM WATCHING THE SINGING PEOPLE IN THE BOX THAT PRODUCES PICTURES AND INSPIRES A SENSE OF CAMARADERIE AMOUNG PEOPLE IN THE ROOM OF LIVING.
Tony Stark: Is the fawn guy asian?
Thor Odinson: WHAT IS ASIAN?
Tony Stark: okay never mind
DAFT PUNK- DEREZZED, GUITAR COVER
Silas (Transformer Prime) | Col. Miles Quaritch (Avatar)
I can’t be the only one who noticed this.
Have some Ram on ice
Asjalsjgajkajs OMG THIS PICTURE IS AWESOME ♥3♥ and I’m so happy that he is wearing my white suit design.
I have no words to show my love properly for the artist ;W;
OMG I can’t believe it. When did that happen? ;A; I LOVE YOU ALL PEOPLE, THANKS
They’ve found us
THEY KNOW
Woah..that’s my art OAO
“Okay! I have called this meeting here for peace talks,” Kinn said as he looked upon the many faces gathered around their table at Breadstix. He leaned back comfortably in his chair and nodded, a tight smile upon his lips.
“Uh, why are you the boss? I’m hotter,” said one ship arrogantly.
“Listen, Kum. We just—oh, goodday,” Klaine began, but was cut off when a young asian boy arrived with a tall, hot girl in tow.
“Who are you? You’re not a Blaine or Kurt ship,” Kinn asked. He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, I’m Brittana. I’m like everyone’s OTP. I just wanted to watch you guys fight, so I grabbed a ride with this guy,” the pretty ship said, jerking her thumb toward the other newcomer.
“And you are…?” Puckurt said.
“Bike. Bike Chanderson,” the ship said brightly, taking a spot at the table and grabbing himself some breadsticks. Puckurt folded his arms.
“Alright. As I was saying, I noticed that there’s been a lot of fighting lately, and it’s kinda ticking me off.”
“What’s it to you, Kinn? You hardly even exist anymore,” Fuck said, smirking.
“No, I agree with Kinn. Let’s just not fight,” Klaine said. He folded his hands in front of himself primly, ever the diplomat.
“Shut up, Klainebow. I’m better than you.”
“Kum! Stop it!” Kinn practically yelled. He threw his hands in the air, nearly hitting Kurtofsky in the face. Kinn paid no attention to Kurtofsky.
“Sorry… I was in the way…” the younger ship said meekly. He lowered his eyes.
“Whatever. As we know, someone’s been trying to pick fights lately, and it’s getting on everyone’s nerves. I won’t say any names but—” Kinn was cut off by an eager little blond boy.
“Oh! Oooh! Is it me? Is it?”
“No, Blam. It’s never you.”
Brittana leaned in to whisper in Bike’s ear softly. “Ten bucks a fight breaks out,” she said, winking.
“You’re on,” replied Bike easily.
“I know. I was always on.”
“So, what do you suppose we should do?” a ship said from the end of the table, running a graceful hand through his platinum hair.
“Who are you?” Puckurt asked, snorting. The other man adjusted his blazer confidently.
“I’m Blogan,” he said.
“He doesn’t even go here!” Kurtofsky cried.
“Do you even go here?” Kinn asked, looking at Blogan with curiosity.
“No. I just have a lot of feelings.”
“Riiiight…” Puckurt snickered.
“Whatever. I’m going home. I know I’m better than all of you. Besides, this isn’t real,” Kum said, standing up. He gazed down upon the other ships with something akin to disgust.
“It’s real for us!” Klaine said brightly.
“Nerd. You would make a Harry Potter reference,” Kum said as he slipped his coat on.
“You knew it was Harry Potter,” said Puckurt, waggling his eyebrows provokingly at Kum. “Whatever, I’m out of here. Fuck!”
“What?” Fuck said from the opposite end of the table.
“No, not you. I stubbed my toe. Come on, Kinn.”
“Did someone say Kum?”
“Not everything is about you,” Klaine muttered under his breath.
“Okay fine! We’ll reschedule this meeting later!” Kinn said, getting up too.
“Damn,” Brittana said. “Wanna share these breadsticks with me?” She offered a stick to Bike.
“Awesome,” he said.
“Totally awesome!” Klaine interjected from where he was.
“SHUT UP, KLAINE!”
