inscrutable hipster catchphrase
WOW you are in the wrong place if you are looking for quality
WAHH WOOHH giveaway .…. !!
I had that number screenshotted for a while aleady but I’ve only finally got off my lazy ass to make a post for it! wheezeTHANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING ME i appreciate each and every single one of you. this’ll most likely be a pretty small giveaway so hopefully you guys will have a good chance in it. good luckkk!!
Rules :
1) You may only reblog and like this ONCE. lmao yes that’s right, don’t spam your followers…
2) You do actually have to be a follower of mine to win this!
3) Keep your askbox open when this giveaway ends so I could actually tell you you’ve won.
Infos :
1st place winner :
A waist up + a chibi + a headshot drawing of anything you want.
OR
A waist of drawing of any two character together.
OR
Chibi drawing of any two characters together.
2nd place winner :
Gets a bust + headshot OR chibi drawing of w/e you want.
3rd place winner :
Gets a chibi drawing of w/e you want.
I’ll be making a list of people each paired with a number and then using a random number generator to get the winner.
reblogging + liking it does give you 2 numbers.
The first number generated is 3rd place, 2nd number generated is 2nd, and the final number generated will be first!
Idk if there’s a better method but this will do for now haha.
The winners will be chosen on June 30th, 2013. Have your askboxes open by then!
current mood: the bartender from soul eater
The Korean promos speak to me on a spiritual level.
Omfg, Korean commercials have managed to make ‘Hannibal’ all…bishie-…what even X’D *crying* WHY IS HE SPARKLING?!
THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER!!
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? Hilarious though.
The song of My people!!!
My two favorite shows combined
I COULDN’T NOT DRAW THIS I’M STILL LAUGHING
for those who haven’t seen Hells Kitchen go watch it seriously and just imagine Hannibal on it /cHoKES
CHRYSOPOETICS
I. the world ends softly—
systole, then
the sudden absence of answer.
II. the sky burns in pieces—Beijing first,
then Bangkok. The news is full
of men and women in surgical masks,
suitcoats rimed ash-white.
Children are being kept inside, it informs,
but you catch round faces at the edge
of camera frames, small noses pressed
against windows.
(how to explain Armageddon
to those little grigori, wide-eyed and guiltless?)
your town gets hit between Nashville
and Kansas City, a few chill-sharp hours
before dawn. you stand in the gathering white,
death dusting your eyelashes.
it’s getting harder to breathe.
III. the cities flicker, fall dark. The nights
become silvercold bright; the milky way
a Jacob’s Ladder—ascending, ascending,
and impassible. Sometimes you see dark shapes
pass across the constellations, slipping
from empty to emptiness.
Their wings blot out the stars.
IV. you forget how to sing.
you forget what it was for.
V. you count your ribs one morning—trace
the crescive struts of them with your
ever-lengthening nails. There is blood
in your teeth you did not put there; war rides
a burned-out red mustang, and his mouth
tastes like the wrong end of a bullet. The pale rider
sits on the end of your bed at night, carving
and sealing shem into your skull, whispering,
the harvest is past.
Under the bloated sun, you tear down the last gods.
It is not enough, this slow monstering—
you have remembered the apple
still lodged in your throat and
you are not saved.
VI. the angels come too late,
feathers crawling with mites and eyes flat
as snakes’. The smell of ozone lingers
in their skin, and glory glory glory sounds
like a punchline.
They promise altars and arks;
the hollow earth, the ascending light.
You will be gold, and gold again.
You are not surprised when their throats
are torn open, revealed to be hollow.
VII. it is cold here at the end of all ages.
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