I'm drawing a Good Omens fan art inspired by The Lament for Icarus by Herbert James Draper. Still 4 hours to go, I think.
Video caption: Good guy who talks like a bad guy
“Perhaps you’d like to see my pets. They were ALL … rescues.”
“And as always, gentlemen, our profits will be … donated.”
“Oh, I wish I could stay and chat, but I’m afraid I have to take my friend to the airport.”
Redeemed villain who can’t let the speech pattern go
Megamind
that one friend who’s always cold: i’m cold
that one friend who can see ghosts: which is weird because you’re not even being haunted right now or anything
This idea spawned from the thought:
What if Price knew Simon before Ghost? That's why he said "It's good to see you again Simon." during the whole mask scene. To me, Price is a guy that puts a lot on himself. So... this came out.
listen i know each actor brings their own spice to a role, but i just can’t take timothee chalamet’s wonka seriously
where is the madness behind his eyes??? the malice??? the complete disregard for the laws of mankind and decency???
this man makes me fear that i’ll be shoved into a taffy machine at the slightest provocation
as! he! should!
I’m not gonna let this gem of a tag on this post go unnoticed.
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"He's insane."
"He's awesome."
I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.
To an octopus, a human is like a thinking being with blood-stained coral growing inside it.
I need to sit down and breathe into a bag for a while.
Its parts were obscenely limited in their movement. Each hinge could open or close only a small amount before reaching its limit, yet by working in concert they demonstrated unexpected dexterity, moving and manipulating the objects before it with cunning equal to my own. It was more torso than limb, as though a seal had been stretched and warped, given long grasping tentacles filled with bones like bars of coral. It’s head was most horrid of all, flat and ovoid, jutting out too small from the trunk as though it belonged to a beast half its size.
The thing rose upon its lowermost appendages, two long trunks that ended in flat, protruding flippers that branched into stubby, grasping mockeries of a sucker. It’s triple-hinged uppermost limbs were similar, but the ends branched into five smaller tentacles, each with three hinges of their own.
I froze, as the thing’s gaze fell upon me and it opened its hideous fish-jaw, filled with thick, many-shaped teeth like white shards of stone, and spoke in a shrill, discordant babble. I felt its horrid dry grip on my flesh, as those hinged appendages closed on me like the legs of a crab.
I felt the heat of its body, tasted its noxious, oily flesh through my touch, and prepared for the end, and all went black as a swoon overtook me.
I awoke, some time later, the cold and comforting water, banished back to the comfort of the sea and the dark. I should be grateful I am alive. I should cast aside the experience like a half-remembered dream.
I shall never again go swimming in search of lights above. The last thing I recall before the darkness took me was my right eye popping free of the thing’s grasp enough to see into the distance for one brief moment.
I saw thousands of lights.
ok so it turns out “horror but it’s about something mundane from the perspective of a non-human animal” fucks severely
new worldview where i think everyone else has free will and a rich, complex interior life while i am the only person who does not
Since I see a lot of people reblogging this with “#me,” or something similar, I just want to say something. I’m not going to pretend that anything I can say will reverse mental illness or undo depression. But I want to say it nonetheless.
Because of how light works, you are the center of the observable universe. If you drew a perfect map of space, and your friend several feet to your right did, they would be ever-so-slightly different at the edges. You’d have a couple of feet extra on the left side; your friend on the right.
Because of how time works, your past is utterly unchangeable—and the possibilities in your future are limitless. You alter entire timelines every time you take a breath.
Because of how the mind works, you will never be anyone else—and you will always be new. Today you isn’t yesterday you. Your personal experience is important. It has to be, because you’re the center of the universe, and because everything you do affects every other part of it.
If the universe is important, then by necessity you are important. If the universe is unimportant, then why not do your best to just relax and enjoy life?
Things are, generally speaking, rough right now. I don’t think I have to explain why. But all hope is not yet lost. If you love the world, then it is important. If you love the universe, then you love yourself. And if you don’t feel that way right now… then I’m really sorry that your situation has caused you to feel that way. But I truly believe (and hope) that you can get there. It starts with deciding to look out for number one.
Self-centeredness isn’t wrong. It’s holy. Done right, it’s a part of how the universe cares. Don’t be ashamed of self-love, and if you feel useless—just remember that there is no set purpose to life, other than to live it the way you want.
You aren’t an NPC. You’re not even a PC. You’re the P. Purpose lives within you, whether you can feel it right now or not.
Good luck now <|:^)
