BELL HAS A BAT
I just hope my lolita dresses are not laced with that scent

I was there for 20 minutes before I escaped and I still smelled like a tire that got lit on fire and spread the scent pretty thoroughly through Hazel’s house.
Thanks Hazel.

Some background: everything smells like burning rubber and sulphur
I brought the smell with me and infected her house and gave her cat an asthma attack
This is ridiculous

Hiding out at hazels after house got sprayed by a skunk ama

Best MC of 2013/14. Ever

Bonus Goto:

Last night’s Samurai Flamenco livestream hosted by Vy was a thing of miracles.

Last night’s Samurai Flamenco livestream hosted by Vy was a thing of miracles.


"I’ll be back in a few hours, Goto-san…"
"Justice can wait."

"I’ll be back in a few hours, Goto-san…"

"Justice can wait."

hazeldrop:

SAMURAI FLAMENCO SAMUMENCO SAM FLAM FLAMINGO LIVESTREAM

THE RIDE NEVER ENDS

If you’re watching samurai flamenco, tumblr saviour it before you go on your dash i reblogged some final episode shit.

i get it now…this is love, right?▐ translations thanks to   !
does 2002 feel like a lucid dream to anyone else

does 2002 feel like a lucid dream to anyone else

We’re getting sun for april fools day this year

We’re getting sun for april fools day this year

DID I SERIOUSLY JUST POST KEISUKE WITH INTESTINES TO MY MAIN BLOG

heheh
carter is a douchebag.

heheh

carter is a douchebag.

The Prison Tower 3/???

Sorry! I had to delete the one before, posted a draft and panicked.

Part 1 Here
Part 2 Here

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“Theo.”

It was sunfaded and distant, the voice in his head. It came through, stirring his senses, pulling him up from somewhere deeper.

“Theo, are you alright?”

Theo gasped, it felt as if he had suddenly been submerged in cold water, all lucidity and nausea and icy wetness at once. It was dark all around him, and he was squinting into the bright light, throwing up a hand in front of his face.

“Sten?” Theo asked. His voice sounded weak, clogged with phlegm.

“Were you sleepwalking? Come on, get over here.” He moved over to Theo, handing him his cloak. Theo looked down, he was barefoot, his nightclothes were soaked through from the rain. He felt oddly distant, not registering how cold and numb his feet were.   The heavy warmth of Sten’s cloak on his shoulders seemed to center him more firmly down, made him think about what he was doing, where he was, what was happening.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the tower.”

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hazeldrop:

a wild update appeared!

WE’RE BACK!