#*misc

[columboscreens]

do you have any screenshots of columbo just standing there? he looks like an old dog of his leash in the park unsure what to do

this one's actually kind of hard because he does this so often. keep an eye out--i post these types of stills!

[accelldraws]

the other fish when it is time to feed them: Ah, dinner time? Splendid.

this one fish in particular: FOOD TIME!! FOOD TIME!!! OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY YES YES YES FOOD YES FOOD

love that guy

[smash-or-pass-objects]

[666-n3k0-666]

FOXCORE

[littleguymart]

(source)

[duplicitywrites]

Harry is wiping down the front counter when he notices the boy staring at him.

Full blown, wide-eyed staring—an amusing expression on a precocious boy no older than twelve or thirteen at most, with warm brown irises and a head of cute, lolling curls that must have taken his mother ages to style.

“Hello,” Harry says in a friendly way, giving the boy a little wave.

No response, though a flush of pink seems to be steadily spreading across the boy’s soft, round cheeks.

“Are your parents around?” Harry asks, now cautious, glancing around the mostly deserted parlour.

The boy coughs. Clears his throat with a tiny harrumph that sounds more cricket than croak. “No.” His chest puffs up, his chin tilting with pride. “My father lets me go around on my own.”

Not a reassuring answer, though the use of ‘father’ draws Harry’s attention to the boy’s clothes—definitely posh, from his fancy branded polo shirt to his little leather loafers.

“Wow,” Harry says, pretending to be impressed. “You know, I think I used to run around my neighbourhood at your age.” The Dursleys never batted an eye if he came home late, and probably wouldn’t miss him if he never came home at all. “How old are you?”

The flush is more prominent now, a pretty pink-red that creeps towards the shirt collar.

“Fifteen.”

That’s absolutely a lie. Harry nods like this makes perfect sense, never mind that this kid probably couldn’t even sit in a booth without his feet dangling over the floor.

“Did you want some ice cream?” Harry asks. If he keeps this boy here, at least he’ll be safe until the parents show up.

“My name is Tom,” says the boy. His keen eyes narrow in on Harry’s plastic name tag. “Nice to meet you, Harry.”

The way Tom says his name—Harry—is perfectly polite. Rich kid with manners.

[figurecollection]

[bytedykes]

all my taters become haters when i cast Evil Potato Sentience

[homestuckreplay]

who am i without homestuck

[no-hl]

Who painted this, I wonder?

PLAY THE NEW UPDATE.

[rosadellic]

john just casually playing a DS Lite is funnier than it has to be

[betweenlands]

also everyone should be watching AvidMC right now, especially if you're a fan of creative-mode building and mapmaking. beyond the slightly clickbaity thumbnails is an incredibly keen sense of storytelling and some fantastic buildings, bosses and collaborations -- the Shrouded Isles have a really cool story to tell, and Avid's way of conveying that story is both intelligent and easy to hop in on.

he's really got a talent for making up a place and then getting you to care about it within a tight timespan (usually around 25 to 40 minutes), and his editing's also top-notch and very engaging without being overly flashy. great sense of humor, too!

[harthound]

Doodling out anthro headworld ideas so i dont lose em

[devcrap]

gonna reblog some old harvey stuff over the next couple of days ignore me if you've seen em

[annapolisrose]

Looking down.

[mycroftrh]

Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous “he wouldn’t fucking say that” is “he WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinely”