Certified to Kick Ass
"What do you need made. An atomic bomb perhaps?"

M!A:

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indestitutione:

                                        The broken make the best
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yourneighbourjerry:

juliettesandleitner:

august 12, 2014

new york city was extra cloudy and picturesque today

Reblog if

you’re open to roleplay the following:

● abuse ( emotional, physical, drug etc.)

● crime ( murder, kidnapping, theft etc.)

● action ( fighting, races, weapons etc.)

● relationships as ( enemies, gangs etc.)

one-handsome-devil:

stormcloaca:

thoughtlessclown:

I just want a serial killer to love me is that too much to ask

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Send me ‘Fading to Dust’ for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.

inboxideas:

submitted by anonymous.

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mechanizing-the-nightmare wondered:
"You want something?"

twistedvamppaul:

twistedvamppaul:

"You got a cigarette I can bum off you?"

Paul typically preferred weed over cigarettes, but sometimes tobacco had a calling of its own. It was a once in a blue moon thing and tonight was just that. Plus, it would hold him for a while until it was time to feed on the good ol’ red stuff.

"Mind the sharks if you swim out into deeper waters, or the drug needles people are throwing in the more shallow ends," Paul said with a hint of laughter in his voice, even though he was being totally serious. His eyes were quickly fixated on the woman’s neck and most notably, a nice looking vein perfect for sinking his fangs into.

"Just gotta watch yourself around here ‘cause they don’t call this place the Murder Capital for nothing," he said almost offhandedly. "You never know what exactly you’re gonna run into around here."

"You don’t say", she tapped the end of her pipe against the sign at their rear.  The ashes mingling with the ever sifting sands below before it was stored in an unknown pocket within the folds of her jacket.  Her dark eyes were narrowed, keen ears taking in their surroundings easily.  It seemed like the herd of civilians were moving to a different venue.  Interesting.. the later it got.. the more the sheep huddled together.  

"I’ve seen worse",  it was a cryptic and strange thing to say, but overall she seemed to be an out of place person, even in the ‘murder capital.’   

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                                                           R e m e m b e r i n g .
                                                              F o r g e t t i n g .
                                                    I’m not sure which is worse.

larach-abhainn:

 

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larach-abhainn:

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