I’ve been watching this Indian tv series called Betaal. It’s a zombie horror with the zombies being cursed East India Company redcoats - it’s fine, the pacing and editing isn’t great and it’s quite short but it has the funniest line in the world.
After 4 episodes of fighting and some slight (and correct) digs at the British empire, the main characters lights an old cannon aimed at the zombies and goes “This is what you call a hard brexit, motherfuckers.” Absolutely zero build up to that line, no previous commentary on current political events, just makes it all the better that they included that.
The evil “zombies-are-here” noise is a wee trumpet playing God save the queen hahahaha
That’s what the zombie Brits look like. They have a wee drummer and everything.
I think you made a mistake. That’s clearly Prince Phillip’s regimental portrait.
This art for COBB is almost finished. I’m mostly feeling good about my first attempt at digital colour. (Still need to refine Baz’s face, hair and shirt and to decide about outlines.) It’s fun to compare this image to the way it looked last week and see how much has changed.
Tags galore under the cut. And an old version if you’d like to play spot the differences.
They say the estate has been vacant for centuries, but that doesn’t explain the young man spied at the windows and in the gardens. He supposedly loves tea, and he’ll never refuse a game, but these accounts vary in credibility - as very few who have gone in have ever returned. Perhaps he’s not as young as he looks.
halloween may be over but it’s vampire au time all year around
Ruddcatha is a truly kind soul and a brain to boot! The number of times she has lent a helping hand to someone in the fandom is innumerable.
As you may know, Rudd is currently fundraising to attend a national pageant in July; if you have a moment, and would like to donate to Rudd’s ko-fi to help her get there, we would so appreciate it. Thank you, and enjoy!
As I and the baby am kind of down and out with a monster cold, I haven’t managed to finish this yet, but I definitely wanted to give you a taste at least!
Miroku ignored the ringing in his peripheral attention as long as he possibly could. The embroidery on this pocket square was proving more difficult than usual, the monogram not sitting right. He’d pulled the stitches at least twice to start over.
“Miroku!” He nearly leapt out of his skin at the harsh female voice. “Pick up this phone right now. I know you’re there!” It took him a moment to understand that the familiar voice was coming through his answering machine. He dropped his current piece and scrambled to get to the phone.
“Sango! Love. I’m sorry. I was distracted.”
There was a harrumph on the other end. “Don’t call me Love,” she muttered halfheartedly. “Anyway, I need your help.”
“Anything. Always.”
“I need a man.” Miroku was shocked into silence for a breath. FINALLY! He had been waiting years for her to… “backed out and now we’re one short so… Are you listening?”
“What? Yes. Wait…”
“The date auction this weekend,” she huffed, exasperation coating her tone. “We’re a man short and I’ve called just about every eligible bachelor I know under the age of forty.” But she hadn’t called him!
This is something rough that I wrote for my Louis/Tom Hiddleston film set AU for @louisrarepairfest during the lovely sprinting event at @writerscornercafe!
questioning my judgement in posting this wip but whatevr i think tumblr needs more danny-and-drew-and-kurtis-and-cody-and-noel content so yes here is the boy i genuinely prayed to right before my computer science paper just because he was the first and only person to come to mind lol
am in an art rut idk when i will even finish this hopefully i actually do
YES I KNOW IT IS FUCKED UP AND YES I DID NT CROP IT CLOSER BECAUSE IT LOOKS BAD! thank u
