Names are Hallen Vakrodas, Marshall Vakrodas, Persephone Vakrodas, Derek Vakrodas, Blade, Kasia Wonder, Wyatt Matthews, Bandit Matthews, Jackson Acerbus, Peter/Petra Acerbus, Claire Erebus, Bonnie Akeldama, Anne Akeldama, Charlotte Conall, and Damian Conall. Get to know us!
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HIPSTER SHIRT. HIPSTER GLASSES. HIPSTER GLAM.
Jim Beaver is a hipster. You probably haven’t heard of him. He’s really obscure.
I made it more hipster for you
A little bit more hipster:
Fa la la ~
A few more lens flares just for shits and giggles
just reblogging this again
oh my god
you were missing some space-ness
somebody tweet this to him please
Some wolves maybe?
Tara was slammed into a tree.
There was an ungodly crunch.
Breathing was now proving to be difficult.
“Luccccifer,” it’s voice was dry and raspy, "he’s looking for Teresa.”
Tara snorted and collected all the blood in her mouth. She spat at the demon’s eyes.
"I am not that person. You dumb ass.”
She didn’t know how she was still able to walk…Still…Able to heal.
She was the one to charge now.
She killed the demon with her bare hands, snapping it’s neck. It crumbled to the ground, smoking as it denigrated into ash.
Tara leaned her back to the tree, her voice very tired, “There is no way I’m going to work today.”
Blade kept tossing and turning until he shot up wide awake and screamed, “TARA!” He was panting and sweating as he jumped out of bed, quickly putting on the rest of his clothes. He wore casual clothes this time, not wanting to possibly damage his nice suits. Soon he was out the door.
Smelling the air he ran back to her apartment knowing she probably wasn’t there. Doing what he could he turned into black dust, quickly going through the city until he found her leaning on a tree.
Turning back into his physical state he ran up to her and saw the damage. ”Wow, you’re kinda fucked up,” he whistled as he crouched in front of her.