soft satan
sad satan
little ball of rage
sassy satan
sammy satan
why did you kill gabe
:(
crying
(Source: godisnotonflatbread, via coulrofilia-sexuell)
You see this bitch? This is the fucking Audi A9 Concept vehicle.
It is the most beastly motherfucker to light up my Tumblr page.
The thing has engines in it’s wheels.
IN THE MOTHERFUCKING WHEELS.
See that futuristic design? Makes Acura designs look so 2010.
Oh? Where’s the windshield? It’s fully integrated into the roof using nano technology.
That means the bitch repairs itself.
Oh and that badass window and windshields?
It can change from solid like that to clear when you drive.
White isn’t a very sporty color? NO WORRIES. This beast can change it’s motherfucking color to whatever you fucking want.
THIS BITCH SHOULD GET IN MY GARAGE.
Well, at least I now know that I do want to have sex with cars.
(Source: cartagra)
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(via coulrofilia-sexuell)
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Once Upon a Time 8|7c, Sundays on ABC
im just gunna bookmark this post and reblog it everytime a hiatus is done and Once comes back LOL
Bringing this one back out ready for Sunday!!
(Source: ilikeubuturcrazy, via damncaptain)
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All I can think is “Fuck you, John Bender and your fucking handsome face!!”
(via coulrofilia-sexuell)
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IT ALL SOUNDS LIKE FOREPLAY TO ME
AND LOKI’S LIKE: “OOOH, TALK
DIRTYTHREATENING TO ME, BROTHER”
In which Loki will do anything to come out of Time Out!
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It’ll be easy to just fall away, let the poison reach his heart and end it all. At least he wouldn’t be alone, no more phantoms screams haunting him.
He feels weightless and heavy; is a wonderful feeling, is a terrible pain. His body is fighting but his mind is somewhere else, where there is no burdens of past mistakes.
“Redeem yourself, guilty sinner, lover, brother, son of no one anymore.
Bathe yourself in the blood of those who scorned you and hurt you, bled you and left nothing but a shell.
Rebuild yourself, out of bones and ashes.
Rise again, feed yourself sorrow, feed yourself blame, call on your Mother, your den…”
He…could just…oh!
It’ll be easy to just fall away and let the poison reach his heart, just end it all, yet, he rather not.
There’s a voice that echoes his name tethering him to the Land of the Living; there’s a promise in his bones to the ghosts of his fallen kin.
(Source: stilesed, via swingsetindecember)
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The rambles and babbles from a crazy amateur human unit
