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4 hours ago
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"You and me, we’re gonna go out and find a body. A dead body."

13 hours ago
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18 hours ago
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They’re looking for someone possessed, someone with a dark spirit attached to them.

23 hours ago
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nataliescourageclub:

Art History Meme ❧ 2/7 Sculptures

The Genius of Evil (1848), St. Paul’s Cathedral, Liège.
The Genius of Evil, known informally in English as Lucifer or The Lucifer of Liège, is a religious sculpture executed in white marble by the Belgian artist Guillaume Geefs. It depicts a classically beautiful man in his physical prime, chained, seated, and nearly nude but for drapery gathered over his thighs, his full length ensconced within a mandorla of bat wings.  The magnificently human figure of the iconic rebel who failed might have been expected to elicit a complex or ambivalent response. The suffering face has been read as expressing remorse and despair; a tear slips from the left eye.

nataliescourageclub:

Art History Meme ❧ 2/7 Sculptures

The Genius of Evil (1848)St. Paul’s Cathedral, Liège.

The Genius of Evil, known informally in English as Lucifer or The Lucifer of Liège, is a religious sculpture executed in white marble by the Belgian artist Guillaume Geefs. It depicts a classically beautiful man in his physical prime, chained, seated, and nearly nude but for drapery gathered over his thighs, his full length ensconced within a mandorla of bat wings.  The magnificently human figure of the iconic rebel who failed might have been expected to elicit a complex or ambivalent response. The suffering face has been read as expressing remorse and despair; a tear slips from the left eye.

1 day ago
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teenwolf:

FINALLY

1 day ago
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Folie à Deux: a Stiles/Lydia as serial killers AU

Lydia can shape Stiles into anything she chooses. What she chooses is this: blood, breath, and a slow death.

Folie à Deux: a Stiles/Lydia as serial killers AU

Lydia can shape Stiles into anything she chooses. What she chooses is this: blood, breath, and a slow death.
1 day ago
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inspired by (x) and (x)

1 day ago
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rustypolished:

then i scattered them › stiles stilinski vs will graham

I felt terrified. And then I felt powerful.
1 day ago
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1 day ago
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There comes an end to all things.

2 days ago
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"I believe Mr.Kotashi is expecting me."

2 days ago
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happylifewiththemachines:

danwasonfireonce:

gunslingerannie:

europeansdomusicalsbetter:



stockade:



You’re welcome










This is the most useful thing I’ve ever reblogged.





i used to think when people said my cousin twice removed that their cousin must’ve did some fucked up shit to get kicked out of the family twice

When I found this the first thing I thought was “now I can find out how Count Olaf is related to the Baudelaire children.”

happylifewiththemachines:

danwasonfireonce:

gunslingerannie:

europeansdomusicalsbetter:

stockade:

You’re welcome

This is the most useful thing I’ve ever reblogged.

i used to think when people said my cousin twice removed that their cousin must’ve did some fucked up shit to get kicked out of the family twice

When I found this the first thing I thought was “now I can find out how Count Olaf is related to the Baudelaire children.”

2 days ago
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I asked you to tell me about her and you asked me what I wanted to know and that’s when I knew you didn’t really love her. Because if you loved her then you would’ve told me about how her eyes light up when she laughs and she bites her lip when she’s sad. You would’ve told me about the way her teeth remind you of those glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck on your ceiling when you were little and the way her voice wraps around your bones and keeps you from shaking. You would’ve told me about the tips of her fingers and the way sunshine pours from her mouth. You would’ve told me about how she even looks pretty when she cries and the way she hides behind her hair. You would’ve told me about the way you want to live inside her ribcage and fall asleep in the crook of her neck. You would’ve told me that she tastes like the entire galaxy and she speaks in poetry. You would’ve told me that the sound of her breath while she sleeps is your new favorite song. You would’ve told me about how she’s in your blood and the way she’s got so much love in her veins that if you cut her open, you swear flowers would grow from inside of her. You would’ve told me about the way you love her, like I love you.
I heard you got a new girlfriend  (via extrasad)
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