#violent tw

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

anyway, white supremacy has always been a form of terrorism. it was always going to end like this. the minute you let nazis march in safety through the streets, it was always going to end like this.

[junebugzzz]

if anybody says pappu chaaru. i will literally rip ur insides out and stuff them back up ur ass

[scarfwere]

me knowing fully well jackson has every right to be called a part of the hale pack versus isaac wanting to defect to mexico as soon as he officially hears that

[imapursoon]

:0 could I bash my head in with a potato???

[supernaturaldisasterx]

After the storm, the calm does not come [Skylar Para]

As quick as the Nephilim was portaled to Idris she was walking back towards the place she had to meet with Mara. Her hands covered in blood, she wasn’t expecting one of the guards to find her in the vault where they kept the formula. It was quick, the brunette took the swords out of the belt and the man was suddenly on the ground. That wasn’t what the demon expected, but seeing the other shadowhunter bleeding just made a smirk appear on her lips. “Enjoy your time” she said as she took the formula, just stepping over the man laying on the floor. Something was telling her to mess thing up, not with the formula but for the little vessel, the list was already considerable: stealing the formula to heavenly fire, killing one of the Clave’s guards...

When the woman walked through the porta was the moment when she heard people running towards the vault, a smirk appeared on her lips. The job was done, nothing went wrong. Now the only thing she wanted was to give it to the other demon, that way the revenge would start.

...

The Nephilim opened her eyes, her eyelids seemed to weigh. Skylar took her hand to her head, feeling the now strange feeling of being able to control her own body. She could see a drop of blood rolling down her arm, that was the moment when the girl realised what she had done. For the first time in years she panicked, she had killed someone, and it seemed it hadn’t happened there, her mind just realised the demon just made her do that. The shadowhunter got on her feet and looked around, she needed to find someone. She needed to tell them it wasn’t her the whole time. The first person that appeared on her mind was Seamus, she remembered him being the last person she talked to back at the carnival. The Nephilim looked for the steele in the back pocket of the leather pants she was wearing, just to draw a glamour in her forearm, the last thing she needed was mundanes seeing her in her state.

She had to tell him everything, everything she had to do, what she did, just wishing that at least her father could understand that it wasn’t her fault, before all her world turned upside down.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥.

[ask-fattheift]

Chester, I have a feeling that Jim's gonna be slashing some ankles if you don't check up on him soon-

I-im going! I'm gonna go check on him,,

[justengulfedinstaticthings]

TEAR IT OUT.

TEAR AWAY THE BINDING CORDS AND CUT AWAY THE PUPPET STRINGS

RIP THEM FROM YOUR HEART AND THROW THEM BACK INTO THE FACE OF THE UNIVERSE AND DEATH AND ALL WHO HAVE GATHERED TO WATCH YOUR OWN PERSONAL VIVISECTION

TEAR IT OUT AND LET ETERNITY DRAIN ITSELF AWAY FROM YOU AND OUT OF YOUR VEINS

YOU WILL NOT FEEL IT AS YOU FALL.

THIS IS YOUR ANESTHESIA.

THIS IS YOUR DISSECTION.

YOU ARE YOUR OWN OBSERVER.

DEATH WILL NOT COME TO YOU, YOU ARE DOOMED TO ETERNITY, WATCHING, DROWNING, DRAINING, WAITING.

TEAR. IT. OUT.

[junebugzzz]

to the fucker who revs his motorbike right beside my window (we live on the ground floor) at exactly 4:00 AM and 6:40 PM every fucking day: i don’t know what the fuck kinda ritual you’re trying to do but one more day of this shit and i’m going to tie you up, shave you bald and burn your fucking bike down.