Heroes Gone Wild.

Monika. 21. Beware for this is a multifandom blog. SNK, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Sherlock, Hannibal, Star Trek, Welcome to Night Vale, and whole lot of random.
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slaughterhouse-ninetwofive:

albinwonderland:

ediebrit:

oh my fucking god

huge fucking trigger warning but oh my god

shots. fucking. fired.

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superneutrality:

niggers:

is it really that hard to put “margarine”

SCHRODINGERS BUTTER THOUGH…

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j-to-rule-the-world:

theofficialariel:

hella-nick:

bringindanoiz:

angel-of-devils:

izzayronii:

babytaeminlove:

hewasthedrummer:

lindseyway:

Story goes that this entity is the most evil known out there and it seems to seek people of all ages that do not reblog this. The name non-tumblr users have already been killed and you’re next.
That is, if you reblog this, he’ll let you live. Now, do it. My friend Katy didn’t know how to reblog and within the hour, she died. I warned her but she didn’t

ok tumblr srsly i fucking hate you but that fucking picture ok i’ll reblog this

fuckfuckfuckfuck

this is just so i can sleep alright tonight…

I’m a lil bitch, ok??

This thing looks like thE CHOCOLATE LADy from spongebob

CHOCOLATE

I remember when they invented chocolate. 
I always hated it. 

last two comments and the tumblr savior cats have made this bullshit null and void forever and ever amen.

j-to-rule-the-world:

theofficialariel:

hella-nick:

bringindanoiz:

angel-of-devils:

izzayronii:

babytaeminlove:

hewasthedrummer:

lindseyway:

Story goes that this entity is the most evil known out there and it seems to seek people of all ages that do not reblog this. The name non-tumblr users have already been killed and you’re next.

That is, if you reblog this, he’ll let you live. Now, do it. My friend Katy didn’t know how to reblog and within the hour, she died. I warned her but she didn’t

ok tumblr srsly i fucking hate you but that fucking picture ok i’ll reblog this

fuckfuckfuckfuck

this is just so i can sleep alright tonight…

I’m a lil bitch, ok??

This thing looks like thE CHOCOLATE LADy from spongebob

CHOCOLATE

I remember when they invented chocolate. 

I always hated it. 

last two comments and the tumblr savior cats have made this bullshit null and void forever and ever amen.

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mrmisterheyhey:

All hail King Joffrey Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm

mrmisterheyhey:

All hail King Joffrey Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm

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theequeenoffuckingeverything:

Literally the best bromance to ever bromance

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cactusrabbit:

cthonical:

atavistique:

cthonical:

captainhanni:

sighs @ own self

THIS IS SO CUTEADORABLEPERF SOMEBODY WRITE ME THIS STORY NOW PLZ

It was on the fortnight afore his necromancy exam, and Boy, as usual, was doing anything but studying for them. He sometimes wonders if his hobbies are too weird, if that was why all the other Necromancy & Black Magic (NBM) majors never talk to him or ask him out, but if he’s honest with himself, he far prefers amateur Faustian Satanic Rituals to the drunken cavorting of his peers, anyway.

He’s sitting on the floor cross-legged now, balancing an enormous book across his knees. He peers at the text in the dim candlelight (one must never use electricity, it’s disrespectful to tradition – kind of like trying to one-up magic in all its ancient awesomeness) and chews on the end of his pen, making careful notes down the margin, trying not to mix up Ancient Sumerian and Middle Kingdom hieroglyphics. Again.    

Finally, he closes the book on the pen, returns it to the stack of literature he’d finished reading, and rocks forward on his hands and knees.  Having retrieved the piece of bone ash he bought off eLethe.com, Boy inspects the half-formed array before him.  

Goat skulls, check. Astrological symbols, check. Finest beeswax candles, check. Pentagram… it’s there, but not quite perfect. Carefully, he traces the circle again with the ash, painstakingly avoiding the lines with his elbow –the succubus he summoned last time sulked for three hours in his fridge because she was annoyed with his sloppy array. Not really convenient when you desperately need to fetch the maggots for Potions lab.

But this is different. This is for the Horned One, the King, Lucifer, Satan, the greatest of them all. Everything must be perfect. His teeth pinches his tongue from concentration. There, all done.

Then he hesitates. Should he perform the ritual now? Or wait until he feels more confident about it? He is about to meet the only being who had ever dared defy God, after all; one can hardly bear to make any mistakes at this stage. Should he maybe be documenting it now, instead of writing it up later on? What if the Journal of Investigative Spiritual and Demonic Research wanted some kind of photographic evidence?

Well, they can suck it, a voice in his head says firmly. Besides, that’s not really even the point, is it? He’s doing this out of his own sense of scientific curiosity. Not for the fame and shit. And he’s been preparing for this for months. No better time than the present, Boy, the voice urges.

His heart pounding, he begins to recite the incantation. It’s not until he’s halfway through the evocation when he suddenly remembers he hadn’t slept or shaved in four days. He probably smells like crap, too. He wonders, vaguely, if Satan has a sense of smell. He hopes the necrotic tissue his roommate is cultivating doesn’t stink too bad.

There’s flash-bang, a puff of smoke – mauve, he mentally notes – and a roar that he feels as much much as he hears. The urns shake and pestles tremble in their mortars. Something crashes in the kitchen, but Boy barely even notices.  

Slowly, the silhouette takes shape. There’s definitely horns. And enormous, empty eyes. Everything indicates that he’s succeeded, and his knees almost give under the enormous current of relief and joy and awe coursing through his body. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he chants to himself, like a total chump. Bad Boy. Calling out for God in the presence of Satan, indeed. Why, he might think he’s not welcome. Boy clamps his mouth shut, eyes wide as saucers, his heart going ba-dump ba-dump like it’s trying to beat right out of his chest.

“You are the mortal who has brought me to this realm?” the devil says, his voice low and dark as burgundy.

Boy’s words, of course, come out in an embarassing squeal. “Ohmygoshohmygoshitworked! You’re real! The King of Hell is in my house!”

Satan pauses. “You’re not one of those Satan fanboys, are you.” Though he doesn’t sound annoyed, more amused and interested.

“I mean, I’ve read about you in books?” Boy is suddenly aware of the huge idiotic grin on his face, the heat in his cheeks, and has to raise a hand to hide it. “But it doesn’t even come close to the real thing. You’re so – so –“ Gorgeous, the voice in his head supplies unhelpfully. Powerful. Awesome. Regal. Beelzebub on a boat, he wants to touch him. That matted onyx fur, the ivory skull. And those beautiful, majestic horns. But if he shows any disrespect, he’d probably get his soul eaten, slowly and painfully, if the texts are to be believed. Oh god, what have I done.

The devil tilts his head to a side.  Then it leans forward, one great clawed hand outstretched.

FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckI’mgonnadie Boy thinks, squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to cry.  

“Starstruck, are we,” Satan says, softly. The pads of his fingers brush lightly across Boy’s cheek, making his fine hairs stand up. He stares at the otherworldly being, taken aback. The claws don’t even scrape his skin a little bit.

The fingers slide to a rest, wrapping lightly around Boy’s neck. His breath hitches, his mind a churning well of fear and hopefulness and wonder and desire and holy fuck I can’t be thinking this, and the devil says one word.

“Cute.”

And Boy could swear that beyond the layer of bone, there’s a face that is smiling.

/INHUMAN SCREECHING ev ev please you can’t just coCKTEASE LIKE THAT omg /presses hands to face and coos

*seal clap* HEEEE! I love human/monster pairings, I dooo I dooooooo <3

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thebakerstreetboyz:

I swear that’s how the scene went

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forget-me-lock:

That’s the show.

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beautifulsouthasianbrides:

Photo via DM Luxury Hair

"The South Indian Braid"

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He had really blue eyes. You know, really, really blue. 
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Dreamy.

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