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[calloffyourghxsts]

thatlastpartsthecatholicism:

calloffyourghxsts:

“Ah, yes. The lawyers hired by the beings colloquially and illegally referred to as ‘angels’, in order to change their state of existence to legal in the eyes of the city council. Good luck in the blood sacrifice part of the trial, Matthew Murdock. Remember, if there’s not enough blood, it’s better to just bite the bullet and fill it up with yours than face the wrath of what we dare not name here. Blood grows back. I think.”

“Plasma is replaced within 24 hours and red blood cells take four to six weeks.” He paused. “Uhm…what blood sacrifice?”

“The blood sacrifice to the ancient gods of justice?” Cecil said, his tone clearly implying that it was something everyone ought to know. “Where did you become a lawyer if you don’t know about the blood sacrifice to the ancient gods of justice? Sheesh.” Cecil paused as well. “That’s good to know.”

[calloffyourghxsts]

spliintered:

@calloffyourghxsts

Why, hello!

Gee, I guess I need to get back into the habit of this “social interaction” thing, hmm? Well, what better way to do so then with new friends!!

Ugh. Kevin. Where are you in your timeline? Is this tolerable Kevin, Kevin or obnoxious Strex Kevin?

[calloffyourghxsts]

thatlastpartsthecatholicism:

“Uh…no. It’s Matthew? Matthew Murdock. I’m one of the new lawyers you were talking about yesterday.”

“Ah, yes. The lawyers hired by the beings colloquially and illegally referred to as ‘angels’, in order to change their state of existence to legal in the eyes of the city council. Good luck in the blood sacrifice part of the trial, Matthew Murdock. Remember, if there’s not enough blood, it’s better to just bite the bullet and fill it up with yours than face the wrath of what we dare not name here. Blood grows back. I think.”

[calloffyourghxsts]

thatlastpartsthecatholicism:

“Well, when you put it that way…” Still. He’d think that it would be somewhere like city hall or a copy shop or…anywhere but a radio station.

Matt couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the next statements. “I…didn’t really chose to have chemicals splashed on my eyes when I was a kid, but I appreciate your support. It’s Cecil, right?”

“No one chooses their past, but we are constantly choosing our present, and subsequently, our future. But yes, I’m Cecil. Not sure what your name is. Hang on, I’m great at guessing. Is it... Bebbanburg? I bet I’m right.”

[calloffyourghxsts]

thatlastpartsthecatholicism:

…do you mind my asking why the braille printer is in the radio station?

“Because the blind can’t see but they can hear and radio stations are for hearing things?” Cecil replies, as though it is obvious. “Blindness is a strange choice; I maintain my stance. Surgeons could easily give you a functional third eye. Of course, you would see the future and the past and the 

VOID 

at all times, but. Sight is sight! But that’s just my opinion. You are you and your choices are what make you who you are, so.”

[just-shower-thoughts]

Gravestones are like one final tweet

[calloffyourghxsts]

villainywithoutend started following you

“Dear listeners, we have a guest in our studio. She is wearing a most excellent violet ensemble, and honestly, I am incredibly jealous of that hat she’s got. It is small and black and covered in adornments of the fruit variety. I want one of those hats. Now, I appreciate great fashion sense, but how in the world did she get into the studio? It’s supposed to be secure. That’s what we have bloodstone doors for.”

[calloffyourghxsts]

the sand turns to mud, and nothing is as we knew it. gravity drags the tears or blood to the ground, and the earth is a vampire, drinking the life force of the sky. this is not the weather. this is.

later,  follow for more pastel eldritch horror aesthetic and your impending doom. it will not come quickly. you will spend the rest of your life, waiting to die.

good night, night vale. good night.

[calloffyourghxsts]

You are one of them, Everything but femme. I won't be fooled again, You got the same kind of specs As the sex of men. I believe in Simone de Beauvoir I believe that life's a film noir.

[biologyisms-deactivated20150213]

           ’ Um, couldn’t tell you. I’d               proceed with caution, though. ‘

[calloffyourghxsts]

"Well, obviously. I'm not stupid. It may not be nutmeg, but it still has fangs."

[thewhatever]

[captainkrail]

Definitely report that.

[unclepolymer]

Pusheen the cat making some chemistry.

[carlsagan]

That cat is not wearing safety goggles, he hasn’t even bothered to clean up that spilled solvent, and he is holding that Erlenmeyer flask way too close to his face.

Pusheen the Cat, more like Pusheen the limits of lab safety

[exinternmaureen]

"...Right." She'd liked Intern Jesus. He was a bit odd but...she liked odd. Even after he'd gone all psycho it was hard to hate him. "Anything else you need?" She asked, as she was obligated to, desperately hoping he'd say 'no.' Finding a charger would probably take all week anyway. However, she had a feeling Cecil wasn't done yet.

[calloffyourghxsts]

"Well, there is one thing. It's just come to my attention that aliens are invading the Moonlite All-Nite Diner. Can you stop by and see what the situation is like? According to eyewitnesses, the aliens have multiple heads and may just be Hiram McDaniels' extended family, but they did arrive in a flying saucer and as such, we can't make assumptions just yet," he informed her.

[edhelernil-a-deactivated2018020]

please reblog this post if you adore crossovers and AUs, i want to know just how many people love throwing their muse into situations they would never experience in their canon verse

[exinternmaureen]

'Remember the college credits, Maureen. Think of how many credits you'll have when you're done with this job.' She bit back the angry responses that came to mind, instead putting on a sarcastically sweet smile. "Why yes, Cecil, I'd LOVE to," she said. "You know how much I enjoy running these seemingly USELESS errands for you instead of doing things that were actually in the job description." Gods she hated this so much. "How soon do you need it?" Where would she even find a horse?

[calloffyourghxsts]

"As soon as possible, but it's not too big of a rush. Say, by the end of the week at the latest. It's for a good cause, Maureen. Former Intern Jesus is still unaccounted for, as well as several of his victims. We need to be ready. I strongly suggest you pick up some spare ammunition for your firearm of choice while you're out. They could be anywhere."

[calloffyourghxsts]

cavumxira started following you

     "...Is rice pudding supposed to be thick, creamy, and as black as the void? No - wait - that's definitely just a very dark red, never mind. I may have overcooked it."

[calloffyourghxsts]

biologyisms started following you

     "Do you know if you can substitute cinnamon for nutmeg when it comes to rice pudding? I love nutmeg, don't get me wrong - but killing and cleaning the stuff is hard work."