Ive seen true evil
Do what ever you want <3

I have to say, that I rly hate it, when people bashing others for their art. Mostly because its a pairing they dont like, or something, that doesent fit to the char in their sight. But guess what? DO what ever you want and what makes you happy, and if you dont like it, ignore it, dont look at it, but plz stop making peolpe feel bad for things they love. I know that, because I have OCs wich I mostly ship with canons. Baaaaad mojo…very bad mojo…but thats okay, I like it, thats the most important thing.  And if I want to ship Mantis with a bottle of coke, I would do that.

And now excuse me, while I ship mantis and a coke…

Do what makes you happy, drink enoughe during the hot weather an bye!

xoxoxo

theshallowgrave:

Skull face with “party people” <3333

theshallowgrave:

My village had an oilseed field and a fine factory. Every day my friends and I would see our parents at work in that factory. That’s all I had. All the world I knew. Then one day, aircraft came droning in from some far-off sky. The factory was bombed. Some… “spies” had told them we were making weapons. The building burned. We tried to flee outside. The crowd blocked the exit. The crowd of people. Hot. So hot. I tried to push through their legs and get ahead, but a boot in my stomach put me on the ground. The smoke of them burning filled me up. I heard my name called… but not for long. At the infirmary they carried me to, a nurse in the corner saw me and remarked, as if it happened every day: “They should let the poor thing die.” Those are the only words of my mother tongue I remember. It was the language of my village. Until foreign troops invaded. Then the last identity I had left - the words I spoke - were pulled from me. My skin would never feel anything again. This face would be burned again, in torture, at foreign hands, but I, I still writhe in that burning factory. Doused in scalding rapeseed oil.

theshallowgrave:

My village had an oilseed field and a fine factory. Every day my friends and I would see our parents at work in that factory. That’s all I had. All the world I knew. Then one day, aircraft came droning in from some far-off sky. The factory was bombed. Some… “spies” had told them we were making weapons. The building burned. We tried to flee outside. The crowd blocked the exit. The crowd of people. Hot. So hot. I tried to push through their legs and get ahead, but a boot in my stomach put me on the ground. The smoke of them burning filled me up. I heard my name called… but not for long. At the infirmary they carried me to, a nurse in the corner saw me and remarked, as if it happened every day: “They should let the poor thing die.” Those are the only words of my mother tongue I remember. It was the language of my village. Until foreign troops invaded. Then the last identity I had left - the words I spoke - were pulled from me. My skin would never feel anything again. This face would be burned again, in torture, at foreign hands, but I, I still writhe in that burning factory. Doused in scalding rapeseed oil.

Found these black leather western boots today and i only payed 2 bucks! totally skull face :3

Found these black leather western boots today and i only payed 2 bucks! totally skull face :3

okay&#8230;.my jokes are to bad for this planet.

okay….my jokes are to bad for this planet.

OMG I GOT A SKULL FACE PLUSH!!!! So cute&#8230; T.T now my little Mantis has a homie.

OMG I GOT A SKULL FACE PLUSH!!!! So cute… T.T now my little Mantis has a homie.

hey guys, Im back, I was in Nuremburg :3

Ha Now I will coordinate a Mantis Lolita Outfit! >//u//<

theshallowgrave:

Metal gear ARK &lt;333
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0YTmyP1osQ

I…I JUST have SO MUCH MGS feelings right now

No One Understands You. I do. I DO.. lotta red here someone is having a bad day