#jorparr

[ly-martin-blog2]

YOUR FUCKIGN REPLY

oMG IM SORRY I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF 

[changemeback-a]

jorparr replied to your photo

WHERE THAT DOWNLOAD @ ???

bruh

[stilesstylelinski]

jorparr answered to your photo “Guess who I’m trying to draw!? ”

what program do you use? i wanna get a tablet! also.. lydia???

I used a cracked version on the program Sai (shush don’t tell the cops man, thats uncool!) And YES I’m attempting to draw Lydia. The struggle is real!

[azurxous]

(from sideblog cynicismx) [text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[txt; stiles] No.[txt; stiles] The sex was the reward.[txt; stiles] For bringing me food.[txt; stiles] It encourages sharing.

[rigormortiis-blog]

♬ (obvs from lyd)

Send me a ♬ and I will shuffle my music and write an AU based on the song that comes up.

O death - Ralph Stanley 

❝Well I am death, none can excel                                            I’ll open the door to heaven or hell     Time and mercy is out of your reach

I’ll fix your feet til you cant walkI’ll lock your jaw til you cant talkI’ll close your eyes so you can’t see                                 This very hour, come and go with meI’m death I come to take the soulLeave the body and leave it cold ❞

Death went walking one cold, harsh winter evening. He was on his way to collect a young woman whom of which had died out in this dark forest. The crunch of leaves breaking beneath his feet. Upon walking up to the woman death frowned. She wasn’t screaming, or crying- instead she was just sitting there staring, cold- pale. Death lent down, holding out his hand;

“ It’s ok, I’ll keep you safe now.” 

[sxsure-archive-blog]

for jorparr

This definitely wasn’t right. There were a million and one things wrong with knocking on his door when she was like this but it happened, again. Jackson had made some quip about her intelligence and she had stormed out of there and right to his door. 

“can I just, can I just stay? please?”

[rigormortiis-blog]

Ok wow stop having such a pretty face

OMG ILU ;-; yOURE THE ONE WITH THE PRETTY FACE SO STAHP OK???????

[rigormortiis-blog]

Finally being in his true vessel felt good.  Zephkiel walked down the empty roads of Beacon Hills, eyes darting, looking around  keeping an eye out for demons, or worse-  his brothers. Now, the angel was very new to this world, and humans. What was that?  Zephkiel squinted at the two bright lights  quickly heading towards him.            “ I’ve never seen one of tho-” BAM.  The Archangel flew back at high speed, Vincents body grazing down the highway road. Something most wouldn’t survive, thankfully- healing in just moments was a specialty of the angels. “ Ugh-” He groaned, standing up, body glowing a light blue as it quickly healed.