[There's a Lego model of the city spread clear across the floor of the living-room - to-scale and somewhat disturbingly accurate, complete with matchbox taxi-cabs and miniaturized pedestrians - being shot from an angle close enough to the floorboards to make a decent show of being done documentary-style ( Read more... )

BumbleBee.

You. Me. Shopping.

Stat-like.

Dudes.

General populous of dudes, dudettes, tiny dudes, etfuckingcetera. I watched the fucking news today. Seriously. Like - for hours. I have no fucking idea why, just - the fucking channel was on and I was too fucking lazy to find the remote or, you know, get off my (fucking fine, if I do say so myself) ass and change the channel manually or ( Read more... )

I, uh - I think I need to stop being a huge fucking slut.

I mean, not to imply that I go around swapping spit and other fluids with all and fucking sundry, but I like - I look at people who are not my - I dunno, my intended or something? What words do you use for this sort of shit? I'm not classically trained. Also, all of the words other than ' ( Read more... )

[The young man is gangly - thin and pale and restless - and the wall behind him is a vivid, electric blue - a 'potentially doing harm to your retinas' electric blue, to be honest. He's sitting, but he's never precisely still - ceaselessly moving, fidgeting, bouncing ( Read more... )

Gods, that was the best fucking entrance EVER.

Not that I expected anything less, but - GOLDEN. Magic.

No really. It was fucking amazing. Afuckingmazing, even. Holy shit. Those people will never have a more exciting day in their pathetic little mortal lives. BEAUTIFUL. Fucking beautiful. Inspiring. Millions of little kids want to grow up to be ( Read more... )

.the mundane;
» Name: Jackie
» Journal: wicked_chaotic
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