“Robin Thicke- who is the musical personification of Tony Abbott"
No Stars
"the artistic creativity of a singing rubber fish”
I WANT TO KISS WHOEVER WROTE THAT TGSIHFIfj
Best part? This article was written by another guy. This wasn’t a woman complaining about how demeaning it was, this was guy saying “Dude you’ve gone so far no-one wants to keep defending you.”
BLESS THIS ARTICLE
missatralissa: dottewa: teamshercock: neutralmilkhovel: astroknight: littleladyfabray: “Robin Thicke- who is the musical personification of Tony Abbott" No Stars "the artistic creativity of a singing rubber fish” I WANT TO KISS WHOEVER WROTE THAT
mysweetgamerheart: WoW:: Hallow’s End by ake-tan
subterranean-lovesick-alien: Preview of a mini-comic thing I did for Hallow’s End :3
oboon: I’ve seen what I was and I know what I’ll be I’ve seen it all – there is no more to see
yourou-so-spoopy: Another WIP! Flats are done! Will shade/highlight, background, cute spoopy stuff a little later. Time for errands and a break. My eyes are all caddy-whompus 6__9!! LOL
Another WIP! Flats are done! Will shade/highlight, background, cute spoopy stuff a little later. Time for errands and a break. My eyes are all caddy-whompus 6__9!! LOL
textsfromazeroth: Happy Hallow’s End! Hope you got your horsies.
oboon: I’ve seen what I was and I know what I’ll be I’ve seen it all – there is no more to see
tyleroakley: milesjai: what the fuck is going on. I think it’s the homosexual agenda?
He hears her defeated cry as he tosses her casually back into a thick wall of ice. She tumbles and falls to her feet, bits of ice and snow twinkling down over her bloodied form. The death knight moves slowly, carefully— his footfalls are a death knell. He can hear her frenzied heart beating against her ribcage, he can smell her fear and desperation. The elf leans over, grabbing a fistful of her mohawk and tugging her upwards. She gurgles, eyes rolling before they settle on his face. He grins, lifting his runeblade—
She moves suddenly and before Tevruden knows it, he can feel something pierce through his armor. Slowly, he glances down to his chestplate and sure enough, there are fissures and cracks and— he grimaces slightly. “Light-blessed bullet, just fer joo. It ain’t gonna kill joo, but it gonna be a thorn in joor side,” Feiyn slurs. “Feiyn ain’t gonna let joo kill her without a reminder.”
Tevruden smiles and smashes her face into the ground. He can hear her heart slow, can tell by the way she’s gone limp that she’s out like a light. Not dead— he didn’t want her dead. Casually, he lifts her up and rests her on his shoulder before stalking back through the ramparts of the citadel, pleased with this one.
She would make a fine apprentice.