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lsama:

kinsara:

draelogor:

lotrlockedwhovian:

viivus:

period thoughts

that would make the funniest fucking story ever. Due to a mix up at the factory, the template for incantations that was supposed to a publishing company of dark art books is sent to a feminine products factory. Girl then accidentally summons Satan with period blood. Satan gets confused because its “dead blood” and when he shows up he realizes the sacrifice was done incorrectly so he cannot take the girl’s soul but now is bound to do her bidding because oops his bad, he showed up anyway.

PLEASE















"…I think there’s been a mistake."I did not, in fact, expect Satan, Lord and Master of the Dark Pits of Hell to be so….so….Handsome.He is. He’s handsome in a way that unnerves me, especially with the way he’s looking at me right now. It’s intense, the sort of look that doesn’t just ‘look’ at you. It’s not like in the stories, either. He’s not ‘reading me’.This is not, I promise you, a segment of 50 Shades of Fucking Hell Fire.It’s like he’s charmingly perusing the rolodex that’s my soul, taking note of everything I’ve ever done, good or bad, measuring up to the standard.And from the charming little furrow that’s starting to form between his brows(they’re black, and over a pair of eyes that are equally the color of pitch, a black so deep that you can actually sort of feel them starting to swallow your soul. This is the Abyss you’ve been warned about. This is the Abyss that stares back.), what he sees implies that there’s a lot to be desired on that rolodex."What I want to know," he suddenly says out of nowhere, to the point that it startles me, "is what fucking idiot thought putting any kind of sigil on a fucking MAXI PAD was a good idea?”

lsama:

kinsara:

draelogor:

lotrlockedwhovian:

viivus:

period thoughts

that would make the funniest fucking story ever. Due to a mix up at the factory, the template for incantations that was supposed to a publishing company of dark art books is sent to a feminine products factory. Girl then accidentally summons Satan with period blood. Satan gets confused because its “dead blood” and when he shows up he realizes the sacrifice was done incorrectly so he cannot take the girl’s soul but now is bound to do her bidding because oops his bad, he showed up anyway.

PLEASE

"…I think there’s been a mistake."

I did not, in fact, expect Satan, Lord and Master of the Dark Pits of Hell to be so….so….

Handsome.

He is. He’s handsome in a way that unnerves me, especially with the way he’s looking at me right now. It’s intense, the sort of look that doesn’t just ‘look’ at you. It’s not like in the stories, either. He’s not ‘reading me’.

This is not, I promise you, a segment of 50 Shades of Fucking Hell Fire.

It’s like he’s charmingly perusing the rolodex that’s my soul, taking note of everything I’ve ever done, good or bad, measuring up to the standard.

And from the charming little furrow that’s starting to form between his brows(they’re black, and over a pair of eyes that are equally the color of pitch, a black so deep that you can actually sort of feel them starting to swallow your soul. This is the Abyss you’ve been warned about. This is the Abyss that stares back.), what he sees implies that there’s a lot to be desired on that rolodex.

"What I want to know," he suddenly says out of nowhere, to the point that it startles me, "is what fucking idiot thought putting any kind of sigil on a fucking MAXI PAD was a good idea?”

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valiantparadox:

bro-boner:

It’s days like this that I like to remember that the Irish government are ever proud of the Spire of Dublin.

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It’s literally a 400 ft metal spike sticking out of the ground. It was supposed to be done for the new millennium but they didn’t start building it until 2002.

And it’s supposed to be self-cleaning but it doesn’t work and there’s no way to clean it.

Ireland.

not to mention it’s ‘unofficial name’

the erection at the intersection