“  seize your world .
”

                          seize your world . 

thegrimmredridinghood:

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「 ♥ 」—

              ” Are you done being a fucking asshole? I said piss off, didn’t I?

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                    ❝yeah, and then you got socked for it. wanna replay it?❞

“
The whole world in her eyes//Artist | gasaii ”

The whole world in her eyes//Artist | gasaii

kurooinu:
“ “ The Angel of Death,
warrior reborn,
capable of ??? “
— indie! yatogami kuroh; as written by kieran.
”

kurooinu:

“ The Angel of Death,
   warrior reborn,
   capable of ???      “

— indie! yatogami kuroh; as written by kieran.

“ this moment is the exact definition of perfection; i don’t know anything more intense and beautiful than two people, madly wanting each other but still restraining themselves because the tension is too flawless to be broken. ”
this moment is the exact definition of perfection; i don’t know anything more intense and beautiful than two people, madly wanting each other but still restraining themselves because the tension is too flawless to be broken.
falling-off-the-moon:
“ S U P E R P O W E R SERIES
Pyrokinesis is the psychic ability to speed up of the naturally
occurring vibrations of atoms in matter to alter temperature,
possibly to the point of ignition if combustible. At low levels,
one...

falling-off-the-moon:

S U P E R P O W E R   SERIES

Pyrokinesis is the psychic ability to speed up of the naturally
 occurring vibrations of atoms in matter to alter temperature,
   possibly to the point of ignition if combustible. At low levels,
     one could move a candle back and forth. At a higher level,
       one could put out the flame or making it relight using only the mind.

txchibxnadeactivated012015-deac:
“  home | ask | mun
”

txchibxnadeactivated012015-deac:

                                                                         home | ask | mun

euphoriatist-archive:
“  &&. you, who SMILES on the darkest of days . . .
”

euphoriatist-archive:

                  &&. you, who SMILES on the darkest of days . . .


There is a sheepish on his lips when he leans down to take a closer look at the bird, making sure he was fast asleep. Using the opportunity for a little fun on his sides, he then proceeds to push up that already crumbled shirt of Cas, exposing a bit more of his flat stomach. A marker in hand, a simple expression would be written down on it: mon bien-aimé

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        it was those rare times he actually slept— and boy, did he sleep.
the phoenix laid in munakata’s bed, taking up half and all the pillows
tucked all around his body. though, even the pillows didn’t protect
him from munakata. caspian, so sound asleep, should have awoken
at the feeling of cold, damp ink against his abs, though yet remained
in heavy slumber for several minutes until he finally stirred awake.
dark eyelashes parted and blurry vision cast out onto the bedroom, 
then down to his still bunched up shirt and the black lettering across.
confused, he didn’t pay much mind to it at first. his voice came in a 
low gruff, managing a call that would have been a grunt.

                                                      ❝—- reisi?❞

it was a damn shame he couldn’t read french upside down—