So...nobody’s Going To Mention That His Eyes Look Green?

Just Ghost and not the game tho. No stable internet (*_*)

Magic

Imagine if-

Chase Brody was resurrected by Marvin, and the spell took a little bit of Marvin’s soul to cast, transferring magic into Chase.

Same honestly. I do this with every fandom I come across. 

My headcanon is that both Arthur and Hosea are ace. May this be because I am asexual myself? Could be. Do I have any regrets? NONE COWPOKES, N O N E

Onslaught

Lately I’ve been thinking about how powerful Charles Xavier really is. If he had an entity like the Phoenix, yikes. 

Me willpowering my way through the *sexy parts* in a new piece of media: "it's for the plot. It's for the lore. Good god I'm too ace for this. No I don't wanna fuck you, in this 7/11. Please just give me the lore so can leave"

You guys don't only use water and tissue...? 😳

My friends who just got their first glasses: i need this highly expensive special cloth to wipe them, I also have this eyeglass cleaner from the same company, did you know you shouldn't use your t shirt unless it's specifically soft

Me who's worn glasses since middle school: *slaps soap onto the glasses and washes them in the sink then wipes them with toilet paper* what

Demons Chase, Demons

(Chase POV)

“Hey guys! My name is Chase Brody and this is Bro Average! Today, since it’s so close to Halloween, we’re going to do something spooky. Human Ouija board. Today my bros Henrik and Marvin are going to help me.” In all honesty, this was Marv’s idea. Henrik said he would’nt let us do this unless he was here. He’s just paranoid. It’s not like Anti will show or anything. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself. Maybe... maybe I can talk to Jack. I.. no. “Okay bros, let’s do this!” So Marv paints the letters on me as Henrik watches. I try to smile and laugh, but what if...what if we can reach Jack this way? Maybe we can wake him up. What if we can? Noone notices that I’m faking a smile. Marv finishes, and I’m honestly nervous. Okay...breathe. I have to ask the questions. I just have to breathe. “Okay... is anybody here?” Nothing. But then the thing moves to yes. I feel warmth. This is...”Tell me your name.” If this is.. J-A-C-K. My heart catches in my throat. “Are you really...” YES. “Do you know my name?” C-H-A-S-E. Henrik and Marv look on with wide eyes. We keep at it like this for a while. Then my head starts to hurt...something’s off. Henrik and Marv don’t notice. The whole world slows down. Really. Like time almost stops. I feel sick. C-H-A-SE. “Jack?” No this... this isn’t...something  warm drips down my face. I put my hand up to my temple. Blood? Scars are not supposed to bleed. This isn’t Jack. My neck hurts, like someone is dragging something sharp across it. A thin line of blood seeps from the cut. No..No No no! “Anti.” B-I-N-G-O P-U-P-P-E-T. I can’t move. Statik flickers before my eyes. I can’t close them. M-Y P-U-P-P-E-T. I shouldn’t have done this. T-O-O L-A-T-E. I shouldn’t have tried to talk to Jack. The static buzzes in my brain. Blood pours from my temple. It’s too late. “Anti...” “Ģ̶̦̟̺͓͕̲̈́̆̅̓͐̇͛̕̚͝ͅo̷̡̺͋ǫ̴̤͓͙̹̙͙̱̺̯̠̈́̉̋͊͝ͅd̸̜͕̗̹͐̉̔̆͑̐̉̌̌̕͠͝ ̵̱͎̜́̐̈̀p̵̢̗̲̳̫͍͇͍͑̇͐̓̈̒̍̇͆̾̃̌̍́͝u̴͔͍̙͛͐̓̒̓̎̌͐̉͗͝p̵̫̯͇̺̝͓͈͇̋͒p̵̨̨̞̻̟̭̻̠̥̬͍͗̀̉̍̇͒͊̅̓͝ͅē̶̢̢̲̣̹̻̘̞̰̪̦̎̇͆̂͌̚͜͠t̶̨̧͇̳̺͎̞͎̦͋̑̍ͅ

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My Current two hyperfixations. Can you imagine what it would be like if they were related or they met. I need someone to write that lol. 

This man deserved a cat