I Want To Stub My Fucking Toe, Hard.

Umm... AI google, I wouldn't call that whimsical

Probably what would have happened if they didn’t forget

aka Adrien the Living  w r e c k

I just had a thought, I was thinking about how people say Clark Kents job as a reporter for a newspaper company is extremely outdated, but like he's also an investigative reporter and we know how the government and some big companies (cough Lex) don't like them.

So... how many times do you think someone has tried to kill him?

Okay, normally, I don't do this kind of thing, but I can not get it out of my head.

Carmilla said the best thing to kill an angel with is to fight for what you love. To fight for something you believe in. And that's what the whole gang does.

Charlie fights for her dream

Vaggie fights for Charlie

Angel and Husk fight for their friends

Lucifer fights for his daughter

Sir Pentious DIED for love and friendship

Guess who doesn't win in their fight?

Alastor can not comprehend dying for friends of all things. He was fighting for power he was fighting for freedom, and he lost his fight.

Okay I've just I can't get this out of my Head.

You know how alastor freaks the fuck out and clearly clearly has a very big connection to his microphone?

He hasn't been really wounded but only his broken microphone is enough to make him spiral about almost dying.

And so I get thinking... Giving Charlie the mic, just for a song, a performance...

That SCREAMS I believe and trust in you. I was SHOCKED seeing him give it to her.

Now more than ever I feel like, whether he likes it or not, he would trust her and the others at the hotel with his life, and I think he's starting to realise it and is freaking out, becouse that means they have control over him, and he can't Afford to lose even an ounce of control

This is the face of someone so hurt and scared he can't even tackle it. He's in despair and even then, it takes him almost nothing to get back out there. He's so fucking scared and even then he shoves it all down, puts his mask back on and goes back to comfort his friends.

If I reblogged this every, rather unfortunate, time I wish to set out and lead a julius caesar-esque quest against the powers of this world, it shall either fall into ruin or one must scroll endlessly to reach an ounce of salvation against my frustration and rage.

The uncontrollable urge to bite and scratch to strangle and maim to push and shove and watch as the corporate ingrates grovel at my heels is one, as of yet, unachievable yet no less tangible in my own hated manifestation. That in reality, it is simply the unfortunately nonexistent and unachievable truth that it is never to come.

It was at the Google search engine where murder entered my heart

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Guys, it works

Adult: what do you want your future romantic partner to be like

My aro ass:.... i dont really want one

Adult: what, your heartless,don't worry you will fall in love one day

Me:....

It was at the Google search engine where murder entered my heart