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ylviswagger:

tom-failure:

ylviswagger:

tom-failure:

tom-failure:

ylviswagger:

tom-failure:

To Bekka: You’re brothafucking STUNNING at portraits and capturing features in style, I wanna know to whom you sold your soul and how I do the same, pronto!

óóóóhh

well isn’t it obvious, I sold my soul to satan and all i had to do to do it…

In faaaact, I can do good drawing, but capturing features in portraits always goes wrong. And my cat bited and jumps into my face with his claws all the time. Am I hopeless, doctor?

now now, doctor swagger here, i’m sorry to inform u… it’s treatable

but it’s very hard, you just gotta keep fighting

if satan wont help u in his hella sweet kitty form, it’s a hard struggle u gotta go through

*sob* I’ll do my best, doctor Swagger!

*salutes* Yes, miss!
And I think I will need to entertain him whenever he wishes, run from him and shit… tough job. But I will, and one day I too will be the Doctor.

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ylviswagger:

tom-failure:

tom-failure:

ylviswagger:

tom-failure:

To Bekka: You’re brothafucking STUNNING at portraits and capturing features in style, I wanna know to whom you sold your soul and how I do the same, pronto!

óóóóhh

well isn’t it obvious, I sold my soul to satan and all i had to do to do it…

In faaaact, I can do good drawing, but capturing features in portraits always goes wrong. And my cat bited and jumps into my face with his claws all the time. Am I hopeless, doctor?

now now, doctor swagger here, i’m sorry to inform u… it’s treatable

but it’s very hard, you just gotta keep fighting

if satan wont help u in his hella sweet kitty form, it’s a hard struggle u gotta go through

*sob* I’ll do my best, doctor Swagger!

http://ylviswagger.tumblr.com/post/83008526817/tom-failure-ylviswagger-tom-failure-to

tom-failure:

ylviswagger:

tom-failure:

To Bekka: You’re brothafucking STUNNING at portraits and capturing features in style, I wanna know to whom you sold your soul and how I do the same, pronto!

óóóóhh

well isn’t it obvious, I sold my soul to satan and all i had to do to do it…

In faaaact, I can do good drawing, but capturing features in portraits always goes wrong. And my cat bited and jumps into my face with his claws all the time. Am I hopeless, doctor?

ylviswagger:

tom-failure:

To Bekka: You’re brothafucking STUNNING at portraits and capturing features in style, I wanna know to whom you sold your soul and how I do the same, pronto!

óóóóhh

well isn’t it obvious, I sold my soul to satan and all i had to do to do it was aquire a cat!

ITS AMAZING WHAT CATS JUMPING INTO YOUR CRADLE WHEN YOUR A BABY WILL DO

Do I have the wrong cat, now I do all the wrong drawing?

BEKKA YOU BROTHAFUCKA! HOW DO YOU CAPTURE FACES SO DAMN EASILY?!

huffelpoof:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

Or, as King Henry VIII likes to call it, a productive evening. 

theyroaredvintage:

Photo by Gianni Penati, 1972.

theyroaredvintage:

Photo by Gianni Penati, 1972.

bardsbananaphone:

humbae:

bardsbananaphone:

sethmlover:

Nice face Bard
(x)

I have no idea who those two guys are, but I have a mighty need for a fic where there are two wannabe-ylvises following around the real ylvis like lost puppies and annoying the heck out of them. Wacky hijinx ensue.

Until the real Ylvis get tired of the wannabes and tell them to go home. The wannabes are offended at being treated like children and dismissed so easily.
The wannabes want payback…

I said wacky hijinx. WACKY hijinx!!(omg write that. srsly)

bardsbananaphone:

humbae:

bardsbananaphone:

sethmlover:

Nice face Bard

(x)

I have no idea who those two guys are, but I have a mighty need for a fic where there are two wannabe-ylvises following around the real ylvis like lost puppies and annoying the heck out of them. Wacky hijinx ensue.

Until the real Ylvis get tired of the wannabes and tell them to go home. The wannabes are offended at being treated like children and dismissed so easily.

The wannabes want payback…

I said wacky hijinx. WACKY hijinx!!

(omg write that. srsly)

Maama…

sometimes-cats:

Bohemian Rhapsody is no one’s favorite song, but also everyone’s favorite song. Like, when someone asks what your favorite song is you never say Bohemian Rhapsody but when it starts playing on the radio I am pretty sure you crank it up and belt out every single lyric and you don’t even care you’re so proud.