October 20, 2014

Hi All!

I’m part of an all female crew (a rarity in the film industry) and we are planning to make a short sci fi film. However we need some help securing some cool sci fi locations

If you could help support us in anyway by sharing this post or donating a little I would be incredibly grateful! :)

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/mimi-short-film 

Chloe :)

September 17, 2014
cat got your tongue

cat got your tongue

April 16, 2013
Animal pick-up lines- very literal

Animal pick-up lines- very literal

March 16, 2013
marina-sedai:

Well, I have Frobishers juice.

or Frobisher’s juice ;P

marina-sedai:

Well, I have Frobishers juice.

or Frobisher’s juice ;P

(Source: owlsandpolkadots)

February 27, 2013
The story of the last unicorns on earth

The story of the last unicorns on earth

February 19, 2013

Howdy, 

Here’s a film that I made with a friend on the author Brian Aldiss as a submission to the Sundance London short film competition. 

January 23, 2013
itsghostproblems:

Yay! Diet made the feature page of hitRECord! 

itsghostproblems:

Yay! Diet made the feature page of hitRECord! 

January 20, 2013
when pigs fly, and subsequently unicorns…originally on hitrecord http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1116982

when pigs fly, and subsequently unicorns…originally on hitrecord http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1116982

January 16, 2013
So I got another tumblr for my ghosty comics...just cause (please follow if you like lame drawings with lamer jokes)

January 16, 2013
danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

reblogging because of reasons

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

image

bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

reblogging because of reasons

(Source: soy-un-vampido, via caitllinree)

January 9, 2013

ianbrooks:

He Wears It by John Woo

John Woo returns with the latest in superhero and film icon fashion, swiping their blasters and liquid metal skin for something a little more fitting. Signed prints available for purchase over at the etsy.

Artist: Behance / Website

superhero swag

December 23, 2012
Ghosts don’t know how to say ‘Merry Christmas!’ So Merry Christmas guys :)

Ghosts don’t know how to say ‘Merry Christmas!’ So Merry Christmas guys :)

December 13, 2012
It’s a freakin’ sheep- taken at Maiden Castle, August 2012

It’s a freakin’ sheep- taken at Maiden Castle, August 2012

2:11pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZvsSCyZEyD_O
  
Filed under: sheep 
November 16, 2012
Self Realisation…

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1043385

Self Realisation…

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1043385

November 1, 2012

Awesome cover!

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