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May I please request a moodboard based off of Zim from Invader Zim..? Zim is a big part of my childhood :3
awwee yeas!
"You will never turn me from the light, deceiver " "No, I only offer more power and praise than your light has ever given you.."
Wanted to finish this before episode 8 aired uahngjaevgujaed
ok so is hongjoong TRYING to kill me or
Really, But I thought the UA Traitor was Kirishima?
omggg nooooo!! 😭😭😭 ch 335 was a leaked chapter
Hey I'm normal? I'm so normal. I promise I am so very totally normal about Aaron and Lily's relationship and totally DON'T feel like we were robbed of having Lily and Aaron back together in mys cause their mcd relationship was SO! FUCKING! SWEET!!!
I adore them so much.
He gave her a lily as a gift for their first date?! God the idea of an awkward teen Aaron giving this pretty girl he likes a flower??! SWEET BABY WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU YOU WERE PERFECT!!
He went to the lily feilds outside their destroyed village to remember and mourn her? Oh my god I want to CRY!
And then Lily had wanted to have another child, to hopefully have a daughter?! THEY WERE GOING TO EXPAND THEIR FAMILY!! THEY WERE SO HAPPY TOGETHER AND JESSON RUINED THE ONE VALID HETEROSEXUAL COUPLE TO EVER EXIST!!!
holy fuck. i was re-watching some of diaries season 2 and FUCK. the flashback in episode 42 is already devastating enough as it is. and you mean to tell me that aaron actually hurries out into the street after lily and jacob hit the floor, hoping to find someone to come help save his family . only to see tons of corpses all over the town. people he’s known his WHOLE LIFE. his friends. his guards. EVERYONE. DEAD. NO ONE COMES TO HELP HIM. OH IM ACTUALLY SICK DUDE. THAT IS SO FUCKED UP WHAT THE HELL
No "Waah Waah" today, today we "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"
I have to deliver some extra important homework today, I've been dragging it around for a month, and my """"""partner""""" didn't do a single thing until yesterday. When he did I thought: Oh! He's doing something! Is not so much, but I can make it seem like it holds more weight... I'll ask him his sources! ... His sources were MY SOURCES, AND HIS WORK WASN'T EVEN HIS WORK! IT WAS A SHAMELESS COPY-PASTE OF DIFFERENT PARAGRAPHS. IF I DON'T DIE TODAY, HE WILL DIE. By my hands, of course. We will have a "Waah waah" tomorrow when my teacher shames ""our work"" so hard that the first person to ever write something will feel ashamed of us.
When you're feeling macho masculine "I wanna wear a binder today", but you have not done laundry and only have clothes for your girlypop mood.... (I can't explain this at all.)
I'm not even sure what to tag because I'm not sure what my gender identity is...
man I miss my gf sm
my babygirl I miss you sm 😭🙏 we can’t meet until next year school NOOOOOOO
Fuuuuu-
Tumblr is being a bitch so I’ll just post this because this is getting annoying
“What do I want to do to them?” He chuckles softly, nearly sounding amused. “What don’t I want to do to them. I want nothing more than to tear them down and apart. To feel their warm flow blood from the cuts I have made, to hear the symphony screams of anguish and agony fill the air, to taste the salty tears they cry as they beg me to stop. How lovely one of them would look on an operating table…or anywhere, really, as long as it is under my feet.”
Zane’s tongue darts out to lick his lips as he continues, “I want to take Cole’s hands apart bit by bit, slicing ribbons of skin away and shoving needles into tendons and jerking them around and watching the rest of his body react to the feeling. I want to stomp on Nya’s throat over and over and over until it caves, cut her up until she’s just a twitching, bloody mess lying on the floor. I want to hear Kai’s bones crack, listen to them sweetly splinter beneath his skin, peel it back to watch it break as cacophonies of his cries paint the air. I want to rip out pieces of Jay, see how long his eyes can stay open with my hands in his guts. I want him to stay alive for me while I tear organs from his still pulsing flesh. I want to tie Lloyd down so tight that his wrists and ankles bleed. I want to make him scream and I want to make him cry in unearthly fear and agony while I slice into his skin, leaving marks that will give him unrelenting torment for years to come. I want to make him suffer and beg and bleed and I will enjoy every moment of it. I want them all dead.”