god this looks terrible

there are few places to be that are more dangerous than between me and fresh pizza
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All Forbidden Art goes into the Box™ to be hidden forever

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listen… i have a weakness for nephilim/winged stiles okay? its a weakness

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Tom is your Tom problem.

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KOZMOTIS! YOU’RE A FUSION?!

This took more time than what I hoped for, but anyways is pretty cute once looking at it complete

also, before you all think these are in perfect sync, this is Kozmotis with open eyes

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13 Going on 30 (Part 1)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead. 

Word Count: 2,186. 

A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D

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That feel when you go to get a haircut and the person tells you to take your glasses off so for the next 45 minutes you’re staring at a blurry image of yourself praying to god the moment you put your glasses back on your haircut won’t look terrible

anonymous asked:

If you have seen the new Friday the 13th all of the Jason kills could you do something with the vagabond since he's the most serial killerey. *finger guns*

Hey now, Ryan will have you know that mercenaries and serial killers are two distinctive entities thank you very much. That said, i just watched the video and good grief yes. Ryan’s got the right frame for it too, the strength to swing those axes, spikes and machete’s with deadly force, so when he goes through a bladed weapon fad Los Santos is left in shambles.

They’re all killers but Ryan certainly has more capacity for playing with his food than any of the others, a streak of wretched creativity the world could live without. It’s clearest to see in his utter apathy concerning bodies, the sick amusement that shines through in moment’s like the one time Ryan snapped someone’s neck all the way around, laughing as he called to anyone who could hear Look guys, I owl’d her!

Another stand out moment comes along when Ryan decides to use the shattered metal pole he found lying around a warehouse to speed up an interrogation he’d grown bored of. Driving the pole into the ground like a pike, pressing his captive’s face right against the sharpened tip, threatening to impale his head like a shish kebab if he didn’t talk. Unsurprisingly it proved to be one of Ryan’s more effective tactics.

While he gets away with the liberal use of axes and machetes, horrifically messy but thankfully a short lived amusement, the month of Jesus Christ what is Ryan playing with now comes to a screeching halt when he somehow gets his hands on an utter beast of a trident. Huge and heavy with razor sharp tines it wouldn’t be out of place in hell and Ryan, twirling it all around the penthouse with reckless abandon and an utterly giddy laugh, clearly couldn’t be happier. Then he takes it on a job, runs someone through and lifts the body like a trophy, and the rest of the Fake’s just pack it in, 100% fucking done and entirely unwilling to witness whatever grisly mess he’s determined to make. They leave, Ryan indignantly stays, and in all the years of FAHC shenanigans the LSPD have never faced a more horrific clean up. The trident never makes another public appearance, lost or confiscated or relegated to Ryan’s torture kit, but the stories from that day live on infamy.