I cannot help but to think of how we need Killer Queen alarm clocks. Clocks the pale pink color of Killer Queen and with pointed cat ears atop them. The hour alarm is the “click” of Killer Queen activating a bomb and the wake up alarm is a nice recording of Kira's “bites za dusto” or Sheer Heart Attack’s “look over here.”
you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
Today my father is going to attain his dream of teaching his studio art course while wearing a Storm Trooper helmet and acting as though he is not wearing anything out of the ordinary
Date the man who easily flows between boundaries, in and out of the earth. In one moment, he couldn’t be anything other than human. The next, he sits lifeless on the ground, as cold and untouchable as a stone. He cultivates these disparities between him and humans. Date the man who can sense the earth’s heartbeat. In each step he takes he feels every minuscule tremor and twitch, every footstep, every sense of shock. He can feel and play the life around him like a chessmaster. Date the statuesque man. His skin is as smooth as marble and his eyes pierce like diamond. With a modest sway in his hips and lips slightly parted, his beauty strikes almost all who pass him by. When you first encounter him, you’ll be uncertain whether he’s a man at all. Date the man who draws you to him. It begins as a momentary twitch in your eye, a glance one naturally makes to catch a moving form. It escalates to a softly held gaze as he surveys the land around you, a momentary brush of fingertips as you walk past him. Soon the feeling will to tug at you, build until you crash and tumble into his arms. Date the man who can create and destroy. Whether it be a human life, a tree, a building, he can send it tumbling down without another thought. But when it’s you, when you crumble apart, he’ll gather your broken pieces and put you back together. Date the man whose rocky exterior conceals a heart of gold.
Well I was not expecting this.
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Tag with the name of the stand you got
As this is my main blog, I’ll be moving all my aesthetics to my new sideblog @higashikata-aesthetic-company. I won’t be uploading aesthetics to this blog any more, but I’ll reblog some of them.
Date the man with the patchwork hands. As they brush against yours, they feel soft and smooth. But at the same time his palms are rough and calloused. It’s not just his hands either. Every inch of his body is rough around the edges. Date the man who, by all accounts, shouldn’t exist. His body was never his, neither was his soul. From his perfectly halved irises to his two-toned skin to his very personality, he is a smattering of attributes. Yet his smile -his head tilted to the left and his eyes squeezed shut- fits every aspect of him perfectly. Date the man with no memories, the man who wishes to spend nearly every living moment with you. Don’t think he’s clingy or obsessive, as that’s far from his intention. He simply wishes to have a constant in his new memories, an anchor in his world of strangers.
Date the man who died twice before he was born.
why call it a rokakaka when you have an extensive list of names that are 100x better:
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Currently doing random things. Background image is not mine, profile picture is from JoJolion. I'm most interested in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, A Series of Unfortunate Events (both the books and the Netflix series) and Dunkirk. I may not be an artist in the drawing sense, but I do write short stories. Perhaps I'll even post them one day. Enjoy your stay. Icon is a screenshot from JoJolion, although I cannot remember which chapter.
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