I Live For Marvin With Long Hair So I Thought Why Not?

Viscount Druitt: *breathes*

Ciel: Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma?

times are tough

A COMPROMISE

100 Thousand Reblogs and I will let Dark and Wilford live.

Anything less and they’re dead FOREVER.

i feel like we need to have a better line in the “gays who can drive” community between “gays who THINK they can drive” and “gays who can actually drive” because my girlfriend can actually drive and get this sexy intense look when shifting gears but my twink roommate is driving me rn and im terrified for my life he’s just singing along to panic at the disco with both his hands out the window and his eyes shut

This is a really stupid joke my fiance and I made that I spent too much time on.

But for real, where did he get those clothes from.

Ha ha ha ha ha

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@icorriez @my-dark-words @justwritingscibbles @the-wild-ego @freckled-words @multiplefandomsfangirl are all some of the best and coolest people on here, i want to thank each and every one of you for all the positivity that you spread and your constant love and the hope that you all bring me and everyone else. Keep done doing good, make 2018 great! :D

Quick sketch of this lil shit

Just Dab on through that door m8, I’m sure it will be fiiiiiiine. 

Choose Your Mistakes #7

Part seven of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you haven’t already, and be sure to make your choice below.

You reluctantly chose to take the arm with you.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t freak out a little. Wielding the arm from the elbow like a baseball bat, you smacked the claw-tipped hand against the ground. The fingers scrambled for a hold, but you slammed it down again and again until the hand went limp. Behind you, Anti pounded on the sealed hatch. You paused to regard the limp limb in your grasp, but after a mere moment of recovery, the hand became active again and flipped you the bird. You thought about stomping on it, trying to crush those fingers like a spider, but the pain in your ankle suggested that would be unwise. Besides, what would your shoes achieve that smacking it against the ground had not? The area around the hatch was sparse, the Autumn forest surprisingly well maintained for the middle of nowhere, with no apparent fallen branches or debris you could see to tie the arm to. Besides, you weren’t sure how to do that safely, and only had your headphones of shoelaces to use. There was no way of knowing whether that would even work. The banging on the hatch fell silent. A subtle, but persistent ringing sounded in your ears.

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if it makes you unable to get out of bed: you’re not faking it

if it makes you unable to think straight: you’re not faking it

if it makes you unable to brush your hair in the morning: you’re not faking it

even if you’re still able to work and smile during the day but unable to sleep or move later that day because of it: you’re not faking it

if it effects you in any way: you are not faking it

THIS IS REAL, don’t second guess yourself because others do

BE YOU!!!!