“Here, here - I do say, it rather seems time to progress in a forward momentum, my automechanical comrades.”
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Illustrations by Vin Pezz
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The Miscellaneous Pile
I'm sure it's around here somewhere...
These guys would be awesome buddies.
I’d hold Tea Parties with these two and Pegg/Frost that would be “…off the fuckin’ chain…”
Just sayin’.
Also, Germaine was OUTRAGEOUSLY entertaining as Boris the Animal in MIB3.
“It’s. Just. BORIS!”
(Source: movingparts, via birdicus-maximus)
Hahahahahaha! (Rinse; Repeat)
(Source: ruinedchildhood, via vejiga)
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MASTER AND COMMANDER: FAR SIDE OF THE WORLD has to be one of the finer films of the Naughties. Thoroughly enjoy it every time I scope.
Crowe.
Bettany.
Weir.
Surprise.
Brilliant.
“All hail, Lucky Jack!”
My. Gods.
Diablo. Never played it. Probably never will, but the girl in the mini-mock…
*jaw drops*
She is an abomination of Probability itself. Statistically; everything must have ‘a’ flaw… right? Right?
No, Hiddleston!
Stop it!
(Source: bofrancis, via steven-moffat)
‘INCURSION’
SMS Stories - #02 (written Dec 06)
”But why?” Questioned the cow, tail whipping impatiently even though no insects orbited its hind-quarter.
This bovine is persistent. Worried the Carrot-Warlord and worry he should, for it was an aggravated bull that slaughtered his crop-cousins those many years ago.
Angry cows are to be avoided, especially stupid ones.
He stiffelled a shiver.
”Your Majesty, as I have explained; this proposed treaty from your enemies-“
”Potential allies.”
”-from across the river,” He continued, ignoring the Kings interruption. “Is a farce. I’d even call it an offence! The Teeth-barers cannot be trusted. They’re wolves; the bridge is not for commerce, it’s for invasion!”
He seemed to be finally getting through, from his Lords expression.
”The only reason you live, Your Eminence, is due to the fact they can’t breach the river. Otherwise you would succumb to their palates and satisfy their bellies.”
The regal bovine paused and squinted.
”Why? Am I tasty?”
‘Sigh’
Meanwhile, elsewhere; God laughed…
‘ARRIVAL’
SMS Stories - #01 (written Dec 06)
And so, with trepidation gripping his throat like the collar of a too-small tshirt, the little boy ventured forth into The Flux.
His skin tingled cooley as the dimensional gate accepted the lads aethereal-being, expressing him along its existence, elated at the knowledge it was suddenly tasting the descendant of one of the ancient gODS who helped create all facets of the Multiverse; including itself.
A six hundredth of a second later he passed beyond the kaliedoscopic lip into a blindingly white realm. Tentatively, squinting behind a sheilding forearm, he stepped again straight into the softest barrier he’d ever felt.
Shocked, he blinked and looked up with shirinking pupils, into the eyes of a massive marshmellow. It peered down at him with incalculably deep orbs.
It feard him, but would not dare yield such blazen weakness, so expressed only disinterest.
“Follow me,” it bellowed. “Lord Squish-McSoftbelly of Glucose IV awaits.”.
The boy simply nodded and followed, his destiny in tow…
We have an awesome tiny blue sphere.
(via infinity-imagined)
