Hello, my name is Zuzanna and I'm a 20-year-old New Media student from Poland. This blog will feature mostly Red vs Blue, superhero comics, video games, cartoons and inane gifs, though something ambitious might sneak in from time to time, keep your guard up. I even post stuff I draw sometimes, sorry about that.
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42. Far
The Ark is seventy-two thousands of miles wide.
It’s two hundred and sixty-two thousands of light years away from the galactic center.
From there, it’s - small thing! - twenty-five thousands light years; it’s ten trillion kilometers times 25,000, a thousand meters in each kilometer, a hundred centimeters in each meter.
1246 miles to the border.
119 miles to Saylorville Lake.
8 miles to Northwest 94th Avenue.
140 feet to the front door.
Three inches to the doorbell.
He wonders if he can do it. He doesn’t have a body to slow him down; maybe if he concentrates hard enough, he’ll float up, and up, and up, and make his way home.
He wonders how long it would take. Twenty inches per second. 63 360 inches in a mile. 5,865,696,000,000 miles in a light year. His mother’s life, in how many miles?
He wants to go home, but space is so big, and he’s just a tiny little soul.
42. Far
The Ark is seventy-two thousands of miles wide.
It’s two hundred and sixty-two thousands of light years away from the galactic center.
From there, it’s - small thing! - twenty-five thousands light years; it’s ten trillion kilometers times 25,000, a thousand meters in each kilometer, a hundred centimeters in each meter.
1246 miles to the border.
119 miles to Saylorville Lake.
8 miles to Northwest 94th Avenue.
140 feet to the front door.
Three inches to the doorbell.
He wonders if he can do it. He doesn’t have a body to slow him down; maybe if he concentrates hard enough, he’ll float up, and up, and up, and make his way home.
He wonders how long it would take. Twenty inches per second. 63 360 inches in a mile. 5,865,696,000,000 miles in a light year. His mother’s life, in how many miles?
He wants to go home, but space is so big, and he’s just a tiny little soul.
WOW THEIR ARMORS ARE NIGHTMARE LEVEL so this is quick and shitty, because I have places to be and classes to pass
anyway
have some Insubros
Why play your sims when you can draw them?
Leslie Barker, the worst witch, taking her wife for a romantic ride.
A gift for Janelle
Ass in face is how cats say hello
Schmoopy otp stuff is how I say no no no schoolwork no I am going to fail the semster no
SCREAMS
SCREMAINGIT’S ZEUS’ SHE SUBMITTED A FUCKING HOT DOG
IN A KILT
I CNA’t HLDKFJDLKJF
IT’S A SCOTTOSISH HOTDO GD???!!
IT SHOWS OFF IT’S WEIRNER JUST LETS IT ALL HANGE OUT NO UNDIES FREEBALLIN GOIN COMMANDO
The sargeant and the assassin.
Ursula Le Guin - “The Left Hand of Darkness”
First illustration in a series of 4 or 5
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(sorry it looks like that, my tablet is acting up :( )
queen-of-france submitted
AWWW SPACE HUSBANDOS
grif has a cold and simmons becomes a tissue auwuweurewuuweure
