Hanging the TARDIS.
Hanging the TARDIS.
(Source: neilgaiman)
My take on Delirium.:)
Hello ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he was a rock-star level internationally famous wicked badass author who bathed in the dust of diamonds like a particularly fabulous sparrow, he could sparkle like he’s me.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in an underground alternate universe with the man your man will never write like. What’s that in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It’s Batman, except now it’s the Dick Grayson version because his ass is that thing you love. Now look again. The tickets are now white German Shepherds!
Everything is possible when your man’s hair has a consciousness of its own. I’m on a horse.
(Source: khaleesi, via chingisforrealsies)
I think this might be one of the best uses of Twitter that I’ve ever seen.
I wish this were me.
Awwww.
adorbz.
Mistaken Identity of the Day: The Wrong Neil
A “midwestern momma” named April Roller mistakenly tweeted award-winning author Neil Gaiman believing his account belonged to one Neil Patrick Harris. What happened next may have single-handedly legitimized the existence of Twitter for all eternity:
Class act.
Awww.
:)
I got my copy of Stories, a compilation of short tales, edited by @neilhimself and Al Sarrantonio.
Bought it at Times, Suria Sabah, Kota Kinabalu.
Brought it all the way inside this side of Sabah, with hope that it’ll fill up my leisure hours.
I WANT MY COPY NOW!!!
A scene from the graphic novel adaptation of my favorite Neil Gaiman short story, Murder Mysteries. Art by P.Craig Russell.
what the fuck i need this
