#hmhm.

[evilgirlmechanicock]

I should be saving my money to get out of this house. However. I realized I could buy not only an Eevee plush but also ears and a tail for my dysphoria. Maybe I should start a throne account or something for that

[catboyoflight]

[princesafilomena]

There is this person on Instagram who calls Alastair a "Twinkie". Is it just me or does that feel wrong especially considering what the term Twinkie means? It’s not that surprising considering she hates Alastair and will apparently never forgive him for what he did at the academy, but come on you don’t need to call him "Twinkie".

Sorry what. That doesn't sound right--- Ofc it's an anti ajdjdjfh pls 😭

[dommetrix]

                    You know what I was thinking... ? Muscular tied up shibari style.

[cryptidw00rm-archive]

[starthathates]

MARCUS was an important human to Lucifer. One who managed to leave a mark on Lucifer, and perhaps is responsible for a very subtle change in his mentality. 

Lucifer believed humanity to be doomed; mere cosmic dust in the scope of things. Needless to say, though humanity was useful to Lucifer, he cared not for them. Not truthfully.

And Marcus de Beaufort would be no different; a simple pawn in his game. Another miracle to perform, and he would be over with it. Though that human proved to be quite persistent; annoyingly so. Longing always to see him, wanting no miracles of bargains— he had no interest in Lucifer’s magic; but in he himself.

It was but a small, insignificant human infatuation. And Lucifer paid it no heed, but he found it in him to humor that small man who had so graciously offered him his soul. A man whom Lucifer held a growing fondness for; even going as far as indulging his desires. 

Even now, long after Marcus’ death, Lucifer has found a part of himself to be mortal. A small, curious fragment of humanity in his cold, broken heart. In the form of a memory, a memory for a long dead man.

[detidgaf]

"Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak." With an expression too neutral to be natural, it's hard to tell whether he was serious or attempting a joke.

@concilioe | Confused A Cop Sunday

         “What the fuck was any of that that just fell outta your ugly fuckin’ mouth?” Alright, he had to think on that one, and he was pretty sure he couldn’t even remember half of what Connor said. Light travels faster than sound. Okay, yeah, light speed sure. Some people…? Appear bright until they talk…?         But…                         Wait…                                                 …         Gavin takes a long sip on his coffee, that little hour glass turning over in his skull as he tried to understand what the fuck was just said and then – Oh. One hand slapped down hard against the table, his eyes lighting up. “Holy shit I get it – That was some nerd humor if I ever fuckin’ heard it. Get the hell outta here.” A wave of his hand, a dismissal, but he was smirking about it. Whether that was a jab at him or not, that was a fucking tough one.         He got too caught up on trying to understand why he was calling people bright – Trying to think of them like actually physically glowing things. Not… Mentally bright. And boy, did he feel less than bright himself.         He needed more coffee.

[duellista]

like this for a Kaiba.