#headcase

[ramshacklegear]

Headcase preorder is LIVE

Preorder ends 1/8 @ 12pm PST Completion time is mid-end of February

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This sensory deprivation hood is padded and leather lined and does not restrict breathing. Max head-size is 23.5in Option of neck size is: 1. 16in 2. 17.5in Please note that these both have the same max headsize of 23.5in! Please let me know if you have any questions

[testmule]

are they… you know…

[pencilbrony]

Integrated helm

[apocalypse-polakiewicz]

preston_yarger

[couldntbedamned]

“Asa leaned against his father’s desk. “Yeah. I have to tell you something, and I need you to keep an open mind.”

“Christ, Asa, whenever you say shit like that, my eye starts to twitch.” He crossed the room to the mini-bar in the corner, opening the whiskey bottle and pouring himself two fingers full, throwing them back like a shot. His father’s day drinking was a relatively new endeavor. “You and your brother have been apart twenty-four hours and already you’ve both lost your goddamn minds—”

Headcase (Necessary Evils, Book 4)

by Onley James

The way Thomas has been THROUGH IT because of Asa and Avi is hilarious to me.

[parrhesiac]

OK, the heptalogy of trilogies is now plus one, with Defiance, and I remain amazed by Cherryh's (and Fancher's) ability to spend an entire book in the most in-one's-head rumination and drawing room exposition, and have it stay gripping, right into and out the other side of the exciting action, because the books are all about the talking and (over-)thinking. And the love and man'chi, of course.

[mrs-m-o-d-o-k]

YAP SESH !!

IT HAS BEEN YEARS, MARVEL. WE NEED SEAN MADIGAN BACK. this man got turned into headcase (aka. the black skull) JUST TO BE HYPED UP FOR NOTHING. he’s a super funny character with an interesting personality, backstory, and motives. make his wrinkly raisin self a deadpool villain or something. like?? i don’t know why he hasn’t been used since then, he’s the son of an iconic villain.

[crmsnmth]

Headcase

I can feel the eyes upon me from the shadowed corners of my bedroom the spots where the lamp doesn’t touch Where nothing good ever stirs I can feel them watching me

The judgmental stares come with dark eyes so that I can’t tell exactly where they are My skin is crawling again and I’m wondering if I’ll ever get some sleep my nightly routine is talking myself down from the ledge again

Sometimes they jump from shadow to shadow and the movement catches the corner of my eye but by the time I turn to look they’re back in the safety of the gloom Sometimes I can hear them if the night is quiet a soft swoosh like laundry on the clothesline

I dream before my eyes ever close Living life like a waking nightmare One where my screaming goes unheard and I’m begging for someone, anyone, to answer back And all I hear is the echo

I don’t need drugs to hallucinate in fact, I take drugs so I don’t do that

Ironic