a egg is hatching !
everyone who reblogs this will get a pokemon in their submit box
i promise i will send a pokemon to each person who reblogs this
if i missed u feel free to yell at me
i will use a randomizer to determine what pokemon u hatch
Imagine your icon showing up as the surprise stripper your friends hired at your birthday party
This is when you realize how many songs this movie has O.O
I think I don’t have an excuse, I just wanted to draw these ‘-‘
Remember how highbloods live a hell lot longer that lowbloods ?
Yeah. Me too…
I started crying while writing the text *gross sobbing*
[Chaos slowly awoke from the movement in his bed. He let out a yawn as his vision slowly became clear.]
Chaos: Heta… wh-what are you doing here, are you ok?
Tears were in her eyes and she looked like she was about to cry. It was thrum define and lightning outside and with one loud clap of lightning, she got under the covers and cuddled into him shaking.
[Chaos did the same and pulled the covers over himself as well. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.]
Chaos: *shush* *shush* It’s ok, I’m here.
She nodded but whimpered as another loud clap of lightning stun the air like a knife hitting paper.
Chaos: There’s nothing to be afraid of as long as I’m here.
[He gently brushed her hair with his hand.]
She nodded and snuggled closer to him for comfort.
[He continued to brush her hair as he began to hum.]
She began to drift to sleep. She yawned softly.
[He placed a pillow under head and shared the blanket with her. Then continued to hum and brush her hair as she drifted off to sleep.]
She fell asleep into a deep sleep, she was relaxed and still clinging onto him like a life line.
[Chaos placed a kiss on her crown and continued to brush her hair, until he himself drifted off to sleep as well.]
She stirred awake. She gave a yawn.
[Her movement awoke Chaos, who gave a big yawn and sat up in the bed.]
Chaos: Good morning Heta are you ok?
"Yeah I’m okay.. What happened?"
"Holy mother of Mary Shelley!"
"What the Tolkien?"
"By Victor Hugo’s spare underpants!"
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph Conrad!"
"Pardon my Molière, but I don’t give a Faulkner."
Thank you supernatural fandom
|Would you like it in the vag or ass when I rape you?|
At least now that I disabled Anonymous asks, your own face is attached to your pitiful hatemail.
And if you recognize this ugly mug, shoot me a name!
ETA: He’s been tracked down.
HIS NAME IS BRANDON BAYARD AND HE LIVES IN SUPERIOR, WISCONSIN.
Reblog the shit out of this so it shows up on every background search done by every guy trying to hire him ever.
REBLOGGING THIS ALWAYS, FUCK THIS PIECE OF SHIT