Mrs. Packard could simply walk into Mordor. And put out her cigarette on Sauron’s eye.
The amount of fucks not given in this scene is astounding.
oh my glob you guys, drama bomb!
‘im a graphic design student’ i whisper to myself, slapping glitter text on out-take shots of my lumpy space princess cosplay test.
I’m pretty much obligated to reblog Cod-Tier when she’s up on my dash because she’s a sweetie-pie who thinks I’m Dante Basco.
i laughed a lot, you really DO look like Dante Basco tho.