#*grabs chest*

[zirconjpg]

I’m framing this and putting it on my wall

[ricekrispyjoints]

now that I'm not in the ace wrap I'm like. Fully Experiencing what it's like to not wear a bra, to not have anything going on *at all* I'm so happy

[trilliviapope]

Viola Davis' skin is so godly

[chrihedits]

#JUSTICEFORPUTITUP

[clvsterfvcks]

I want to draw Izzy holding a mistletoe over Skull’s head and kissing him on the cheek. Izzy would have to stand on a chair.

[my-house-on-mars]

all my shipping delusions aside i just love the relationship between kirisho and kyan. like are y’all aware that kyan didn’t know how to play guitar well enough and kirisho didn’t want to be in a band without him and that’s why he decided that gb should be an air band...like fuck me that’s so beautiful. that is so fucking beautiful. 

[the--good--soldier]

KILL HIM!

“NO!” Michael yelled back, clutching the angel blade tighter. His eyes glowed a brighter gold and the three flames around his forehead appeared, blood started to trickle slowly from the middle one as he tried to fight against the order but nothing worked, and the fake Adam was killed at Michael’s hand within seconds. Michael knelt down to the ground, cradling the body in his arms. He didn’t move. He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak.

[the--good--soldier]

Hello Michael.

Michael froze, his whole body stiffening as he stared down at the man in front of him in utter shock. He lifted his chin slightly, squaring his shoulders, his mind racing. “You look different.” He finally said to break the silence. “Father.”