Ophelie, french, old.
This blog is mainly a place to share, to laugh and to think.
I do fanarts thanks to photoshop.
I sometimes write fanfictions.
I try to be funny but I'm mainly silly.
And I run Fuck Yeah Darcy Lewis
And the Darcyland Network
well ahem that’s ZE manip I talked about
it’s supposed to be Darcy Lewis
Remember that one time when I reblogged a Drunk Uncle gifset and said:
I want a fic where drunk uncle talks with Tony Stark about shipping Darcy with someone, IDK, insane idea.
And then I added:
“I have this weird feeling I’ll have to write this one day when I’m emotionally instable.”
Yes well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
“What is life, you know?”
“No, I mean, people used to eat good old yellow canned cheese and now it’s all about organic and water being good for your tablet PFFF!”
Tony was lounging in his monstrous sofa, drinking bourbon while an overweight older man was drinking the rest of the alcohol from the bottle and gesticulating wildly, liquid sloshing everywhere.
“We should make a hungry game!”
“You mean Hunger Games?”
“That’s what I said!”
“What for?” asked Tony, interested.
“For my niece! DARCY! All those guys wants her to be their dame, bunch of democrats!”
“I don’t think reindeer is a democrat.”
“Mitt was for subj-subi-bedazzling the crowd, s’totaly the same!”
“You are drunk, drunk uncle!” Tony promptly started to giggle and after two seconds, sat up and shouted, “YOU ARE BILLIANT!”
“Yeah well, s’not like I didn’t know that…pompous liberal freak.”
“JARVIS! Find me a place I can buy to make a death arena; we’ll need a forest and a weird cornucopia in metal!”
“Sir, are you sure…”
“SHUT UP WIFI DEMON!” Drunk Uncle got a glare from Tony. “So, who’s going to be in your Darcy’s games?”
“Well…all the Avengers, obviously and the whiny alien boy because he never stops creeping on her like the creepy fuck he is.”
“Guess who I am : ‘You know what state I’m in? DENIAL!’”
“Urgh that’s tough, the green giant? Popsicle? Agent Coulson?”
Drunk Uncle tried to point his nose with one finger but had to use both of his hands.
“‘AH AH’ what? Who is it?”
“Gimme back my booze.”
Trying to update FYDL while my internet connection is being all weird and keep disconnect me every two minutes!
you found a post I wrote and exclaimed in your head ‘Hayyy!’
why, thank you !
let’s make sweet, sweet Judge Dredd love (if you don’t get it, then I’m too old or you’re too young either way, that’s cool, I’m as open as a library card).
if you didn’t get to read anything about me because you were hypnotised by the pretty pictures know that, I am french, I’m 30, I may post what could be weird french songs for you, I may share fangirl’s feels about weird unconventional ships, post an edit from time to time, spam you with SNL, Parks and Rec and other great shows that you should watch…IDK, I’ll try to appear articulate too.
well, have a nice life and thanks for following.
…except you weird sex habit porn blog I never knew about before and wow really?
I’m sorry for all the Kat Dennings madness
Do you think Loki met my cat on the flying crepes in space?
and if yes, what did they talk about?
Space Shuttle flying through Griffith Park
I’m sorry, all I see is the mating ritual of planes in the wild. I didn’t know planes were like spiders.
And see? His hair is relatively neat and he’s SANE. The two only happen at the same time!
I suck at graphics/charts but I had to do this, not even sure I’m correct.
"I knew I’d see you again, Tweety."
"Don’t call me Tweety."
"My bad; I actually thought it was your code name."
"Meh, I prefer Tweety."
and I will
Jason and Medea - John William Waterhouse
"Are you sure you should put arsenic in Africa’s water, Regina? Isn’t it, like, murder?"
"Oh my god Gretchen! Lighten up! She will totally thank me later!"
I’m sorry for me (again)