I Think This It.

Why do you allways remember the worst stuff to happen to you, but never the best. This sounds like in concept a type of torture. Good times with friends and family gone, that one awful experience in your mind every time you try to get an ounce of sleep.

Me: I should just lay down and close my eyes before leaving for work. I can't fall asleep, but I can recover some health.

Health.... HEALTH what am I a video game character taking psychic damage from working.

May i sudggest to the artists that grian's wing color this season should be the same gradient as his starter base.

BOOPS ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!

Everywhere i go i see his face.

Okay I've just I can't get this out of my Head.

You know how alastor freaks the fuck out and clearly clearly has a very big connection to his microphone?

He hasn't been really wounded but only his broken microphone is enough to make him spiral about almost dying.

And so I get thinking... Giving Charlie the mic, just for a song, a performance...

That SCREAMS I believe and trust in you. I was SHOCKED seeing him give it to her.

Now more than ever I feel like, whether he likes it or not, he would trust her and the others at the hotel with his life, and I think he's starting to realise it and is freaking out, becouse that means they have control over him, and he can't Afford to lose even an ounce of control

This is the face of someone so hurt and scared he can't even tackle it. He's in despair and even then, it takes him almost nothing to get back out there. He's so fucking scared and even then he shoves it all down, puts his mask back on and goes back to comfort his friends.

If I reblogged this every, rather unfortunate, time I wish to set out and lead a julius caesar-esque quest against the powers of this world, it shall either fall into ruin or one must scroll endlessly to reach an ounce of salvation against my frustration and rage.

The uncontrollable urge to bite and scratch to strangle and maim to push and shove and watch as the corporate ingrates grovel at my heels is one, as of yet, unachievable yet no less tangible in my own hated manifestation. That in reality, it is simply the unfortunately nonexistent and unachievable truth that it is never to come.

It was at the Google search engine where murder entered my heart

Happy International Asexual Day!

Counterpoint, counterpoint, early radios from the 1910s and 20s used vacuum tube technology to transfer electricity, which used radioactive filament to work. While most emitted alpha particles which aren't really harmful, consider this, Alastor has so much energy/power that he just bleeds off enough of the secondary beta particles to actually be harmful over time.

Geiger counter and the RADIO demon

btw it's my birthday today! no better gift for the artist than your attention!!

Marie Curie dies in 1934, goes to Hell, wants to take name the radio demon (radio from RADIATION) and finds out that it was already taken by some radio guy hasghsghgshsj (she probably will go to Heaven tho, would she be the Radio Angel???)

Guys, it works