#devourshim

[hangedstill-blog]

@devourshim : 

“ So you’re ... the one, then. ”

She holds the folder tightly pressed against her legs, as if she's trying to stop the bleeding on the images inside. She’s always imagined this; imagined herself as being composed & in control when she meets one of them. But she didn’t expect to stumble on this. Even with all her research, all her interest...

[batsend-blog]

( @devourshim​ ) 

     ❝ hi, miss sokolav. my name’s barbara gordon. ❞

     ❝ i was wondering if you knew anything regarding the MONARCH THEATER KILLING that happened last sunday. ❞

[lovesbullets-blog]

On 20/08/16, at 04:02, bingbong jeffershit wrote: > yaz is a god

[educautional-blog]

❛ oh my god. ❜ he doesn’t mean to. he really doesn’t. but he reaches out, touches the hem of her shirt, breaks into a wide smile that is less cheshire and more goofball.

❛ listen. that shirt is amazing. also, you should be a model. i’m gonna shut up. ❜

@devourshim

[lionwept-archive-blog]

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 o my god so spice 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

Send “🌟” if you think I write well. ||accepting !!

L I S T EN     A LI C E  !!!!! I love your characters so so much, and ESPECIALLY aal??? Like she’s amazing & you’re such a talented writer yourself??? I’m always like ‘lol i’ve tricked alice into rping with me…’ *finger gunz* but no, you’re also an incredible artist as well??? / so sweet / so supporting JUST??? wtf 

[legioniisms-blog]

@devourshim || starter call [x]

     >> █ || “Did you deem that action necessary, or was it a display of dominance through violent action?” Either way, it proved the assertion that organics were far more brash on this  station than other highly populated areas in the  so-called ‘Terminus Systems’.

[lovesbullets-blog]

@alice: okay so corndogs are wieners, with bread wrapped around them me: so it’s a hotdog alice: no bc it’s on a stick me: it’s a hotdog on a stick

[phantasisms-blog]

' no offense , but you kind of represent everything i despise in the world . '

       skins meme | @devourshim

       his jaw rolled as dark chuckles filled the air around them. the candles flickering as he slowly circled around his piano, papers shuffling beneath his fingers. he was  vile,  a  monster,  a  circus  f r e a k. despise had simply come to hold no meaning to him. anything he ever cared about came to despise him after some time, that was just his fate he assumed. those foolish beings in paris who celebrated his so called  DEATH   had no idea what was coming. no one mourns the wicked, for if they do a disaster awaits. that’s all he could bring, beautiful music and  DISASTER. it was intriguing to see all his enemies sleeping soundly because they thought the real threat had simply disappeared, dead, gone. but one day... a finger was raised to the air, slightly pointing towards her. a slight hint of teasing in his eyes. 

         ❛ well excuse me if i’m not thrilled to be the epitome of all you scorn in the world.––  EVERYTHING  is a very large range of things for you to despise, but then i guess i cannot judge. for i despise the human race, and they are rather– large and take up everything. now tell me did you only come here to mock me or do i owe any other assistance? if not, there is a door and you will show your way out. ❜