Excuse me I’m just going to print this out and glue it to my face to cover the BLUSHING ASKFJA;LSFKALS
Spent the weekend at Castle Gaiman relaxing gloriously and working on a Top Sekret art project. This is not the Top Sekret art project; this is Neil on a trampoline.
As promised.
Use it wisely.
I did not know I was being sneakily filmed. It was early in the morning and I was trying to wake myself up….
Never not reblogging Neil Gaiman on a trampoline.
mortreport replied to your post: Oh GOOD an anxiety attack I was just thinking…
the WORST. sending calm thoughts and lurve and cuddles from my pack of dogs. unless you dislike dogs.
I LOVE DOGS.
Talking Heads: Once In A Lifetime
Oh hello my favourite song out of twenty billion favourite songs.
(via birdarangs)
5,904 plays/sudden attack of feels and love for everything in existence excuse me while I go bury my face in a pillow and cry
i think ur beautifuk tarnished or no rabbit
rabbit we don’t have time for you brooding. we have 5 minute date and the mayor of biscuit town waiting here.
so much effort guys
*snort*
I actually laughed for about a full minute and I keep having to make an effort not to again OH MY GOD SAM YOU ARE THE BEST.
MY ROOM MATE MUST THINK I’M INSANE LISTENING TO ME CACKLING MY ARSE OFF OVER HERE.
Oh gosh, can I just take a moment to be soppy? Because I only realized the other day that I have over 1000 followers now, and I just… I love you.
I love all of you so much. I love it when you tell me about yourself and your stories, and I love you when you’re anonymously kind, and I love you when you’re too shy to say anything to me at all but you still always reblog or click that like button or even just smile when you see my work. If it wasn’t for you people I wouldn’t have any reason to- well, anything.
So thank you; thank you for putting up with me obsessing over silent movies and animation and drawing robots too much and not updating the comic fast enough and swearing and telling you boring things about my life that you don’t need to know and being hopelessly British and nerdy and random and insecure and emotionally dependent on you and just-
thank you thank you thank you.
Oh excellent.
Knocked over a wine bottle onto the hard kitchen floor.
Shards went bloody everywhere.
Well done Mod.
Ten points.
