
“Drop the beat, Skrillex!”
But Skrillex doesn’t drop the beat. Instead, he clutches it in his hands, unable to let it go, dooming the fate of the world in his greed.

“Drop the beat, Skrillex,” repeats a desperate Samwise Gamgee, “please.”
laughign at my own ninjasona comics

thinking about how he gets his bangs under the headband and then

im still not really over his death and its been ten years since i read it
i dont think im capable of drawing a mouth in the spot its supposed to be on a face anymore
omg thank you!!! aHH
like why piut milk in tea?? the only way ill drink that is hk style milk tea #food bc its weird otherwise

THATS NOT EVEN REAL TEA YOU UNGRATEFUL YANK
-sound of bumbling angry british persons in the distance-