One Year Of Zack

One Year of Zack

His greasy hand wove itself through his black locks, his eyes were shut and he was lost in thought not even caring to wipe the dirty streaks off of his face. 

I just found this again and like why the hell does my mind think like this ?

I had a dream last night….

T’Challa asked Doctor Strange to make him something. Strange agreed and T’Challa left. 

An hour later, T’Challa returned, to find that Strange had created him a carriage. 

That was it. Thanks for reading. But like as I fell back asleep I was all like, “Strange made a Carriage in an hour” and being half asleep, I was cracking up at it and I don’t know why. 

~Isabel/Izzcat

Some of my work that I just now decided to reblog on my personal tumblr. Enjoy.

This is Pennywise riding a dinosaur. There is no need for more of a description. 

One Year of Zack: Day Four

Zack’s favorite thing to do when he was alone, not that it ever happened, was blast music (21st century music) and dance around his room and sing into a hairbrush like some teenage girl. 

Carol, turning up at the avengers compound in endgame: uh, hi. I’m fury’s emergency contact.

Steve: great, so you’re here to help us save the world?

Carol: no, I’m here to remove myself as fury’s emergency contact.

Steve: …

Nat: …

Bruce: …

Carol, cracking up: nah, I’m just fuckin with you. now whose ass am I kicking today?