― may pang (maypang), Friday, 9 January 2004 19:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Friday, 9 January 2004 19:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― may pang (maypang), Friday, 9 January 2004 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― may pang (maypang), Friday, 9 January 2004 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)
http://www.wutheringjolie.com/drawings/0065ajdrawingnikki1.jpg
― may pang (maypang), Friday, 9 January 2004 19:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― may pang (maypang), Friday, 9 January 2004 19:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― may pang (maypang), Friday, 9 January 2004 19:38 (twenty-two years ago)
― may pang (maypang), Friday, 9 January 2004 19:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Adam Thompson (adamth), Saturday, 10 January 2004 21:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― nate detritus (natedetritus), Saturday, 10 January 2004 22:07 (twenty-two years ago)
More bad fan art please.
― moley, Friday, 2 November 2007 17:17 (eighteen years ago)
OMG, I just googled "bad fan art" and the first hit took me to a blog about oink fan art, upon which someone posted the IRE link to oink invites, insisting that oink never went down. WEIRD.
― Will M., Friday, 2 November 2007 17:43 (eighteen years ago)
Count your blessings that I can't find the brain-melter I saw earlier this year that featured:
1) Snape 2) Wings 3) Y-fronts 4) Mpreg
I suspect I've permanently sacrificed 5 IQ points just thinking about this image.
― j.lu, Friday, 2 November 2007 18:51 (eighteen years ago)
there are loads and loads of awesome david caruso fan-made wallpapers out there. like this one.
http://img102.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hcaineze5.jpg
― the table is the table, Friday, 2 November 2007 22:19 (eighteen years ago)
dammit.
here is link http://img102.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hcaineze5.jpg
― the table is the table, Friday, 2 November 2007 22:20 (eighteen years ago)
http://users.aol.com/ninjarap2/vanilla.gif
WORD IS BOND NIGGA
― pc user, Friday, 2 November 2007 23:07 (eighteen years ago)
I know there's a thread somewhere more tailored to this concept, but I can't remember the title.
ANYWAY, shit's about to get real on Sesame Street After Dark.
http://i53.tinypic.com/1tt2f9.jpg
― Johnny Fever, Friday, 10 September 2010 07:21 (fifteen years ago)
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EXkn0YAXsAAClNo?format=jpg&name=small
cursed pencil drawing of Hugh Grant
― calzino, Saturday, 9 May 2020 15:34 (six years ago)
gold. looks a bit like one of those sad demon-things by Chet Zar.
― meisenfek, Saturday, 9 May 2020 18:22 (six years ago)
that is so bad I'm tempted to think its a parody. not sure which is worse: the flat rug of hair, the giant sausage fingers threatening to poke his eye out, the huge side face, or the fact that the eyes, nose, mouth, and chin are all pointing in different directions.
― a slice of greater pastry (ledge), Saturday, 9 May 2020 19:44 (six years ago)
or the six inch height difference between his shoulders.
― a slice of greater pastry (ledge), Saturday, 9 May 2020 19:45 (six years ago)
I like the way his right eye is exactly in the centre of his face
it looks kind of like a Jim Woodring picture
― soref, Saturday, 9 May 2020 19:54 (six years ago)
it also reminds me of this bit from one of Lawrence Miles's Dr Who books
It was human. Humanoid. Male. Wearing clothes. What kind of clothes? Bregman found it hard to. care. It had a head, a normal-shaped head, and the face...The face moved as she watched. The skin broke open before her eyes. Folds unfolded, wrinkles. readjusted themselves. Sharp white objects, hard and solid, emerged from the flesh.Smiling. That was all it was doing. Smiling. Oh, God. The face was just a face, a normal face, but everything that made a human being really human had been sucked out of it. It was as if her mind couldn't accept this collection of features as a face at all. She could only see it as a lump of skin and bone, couldn't attach any humanity to it, the way you were supposed to when you came face-to-face with another living thing. The man on the bed kept smiling. A dead man's grin. Like he knew what the rest of the world would think of him, and didn't much care.
The face moved as she watched. The skin broke open before her eyes. Folds unfolded, wrinkles. readjusted themselves. Sharp white objects, hard and solid, emerged from the flesh.
Smiling. That was all it was doing. Smiling. Oh, God. The face was just a face, a normal face, but everything that made a human being really human had been sucked out of it. It was as if her mind couldn't accept this collection of features as a face at all. She could only see it as a lump of skin and bone, couldn't attach any humanity to it, the way you were supposed to when you came face-to-face with another living thing.
The man on the bed kept smiling. A dead man's grin. Like he knew what the rest of the world would think of him, and didn't much care.
― soref, Saturday, 9 May 2020 20:17 (six years ago)
https://t.co/yNl3ZeHlMN pic.twitter.com/Um8TnYhCpu— #1 Burning Treated Wood Fan 🔥🧪🌲 (@BabyFonzie) August 1, 2020
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 1 August 2020 23:20 (five years ago)