FffFFFFINALLY GOT THE MIME. Normally I Main Webber In Don’t Starve (surprising No One Ever), But Of

A very expressive Mime

I wanted to just draw all the super cute faces in this

I think it’s so interesting that Sayid still prays while on the island especially after everything that happens to him while there. Does he do it just because he always has, or does he really think god is listening? Does he think keeping his grip on his faith tight will keep more people from dying? Does he do it because there is nothing else he feels like he has control over? What is he thinking about while he prays? Does he think about Shannon? Is he praying for mercy or for their survival? Is there a difference?

block man

two things i like

if theres no content for ur otp u just gatta make your own

what is this???

one of the main rules of screenwriting is don't have multiple characters names start with the same letter and the Lost writers were like HAH! Anyway here's Sawyer, Sun, Sayid and Shannon. Here's Charlie and Claire. Here's James, Juliet and Jack.

I'm not even like deaf or hoh but if you're adding subtitles to something I think you should always transcribe foreign languages too. None of that [Speaks Spanish] shit. You don't need to translate it to english. But you need to at least give the option for a deaf person to read it and understand it themselves. I don't care if it's not important to the plot. I don't care if it's just them saying like Okay or Damn or whatever the fuck. Write it down

THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING

continuity to this 

ana lucia is like a mail carrier to me

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.