“I Want To See The World… But I Cannot Move”

things got a little heated in the gc today

Anyway now I also play Obey me.

You can see the translation of their words down below if you're interested.

Diavolo: Human. Welcome to the hell.

Lucifer: Diavolo, I doubt humans speak Latin these days.

Diavolo: Is that so?

SOLOMON IS HOW OLD???

You’ve left me no choice

(Also lmk if you want a gif version!)

We’ll have to do dinner Thursday night instead.

I dont know what's happening on this site but I love it

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

Everyone knows a supernatural high schooler needs a silly normal sidekick to go on adventures with them. But as the only “normal” kid in a school full of superheroes, wizards, vampires, etc. you’ve finally had enough being everyone’s comic relief.

Okay okay. If we can't get a detailed description if then eating it, can we at least see their reaction to the boxes? Please :3

Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh I guuuueeessss 😏

James cocks a brow when he examines his box. It looks fancy, whatever it is. An expensive gift from Mika, perhaps? An admirer?Then he opens it, and his eyes bulge.

Erik, too, examines his box with a quizzical knot in his brow, though he’s smiling. Surely it’s something decadent from a fan. He has many, after all. If his name is on it, then it must be something personalized.Erik opens his box and it takes him a moment to fully process and piece together what he’s seeing. A chocolate dick. Sweet Satan. It’s his dick isn’t it. It is. How was this made? Erik catches himself suppressing laughter. He could think of someone to give this to…

Sam doesn’t show it but he kinda feels bad that someone got him something this fancy-looking. He’s not the type who can appreciate fancy-looking shit. That’s James’ whole schtick. He hopes it’s something he can actually use.When he opens it, he sees it in all its green phallic glory for all of a second before dead-ass dropping it on the ground and walking away, looking like a man who has been dead inside for years. And yes, the candy-coated chocolate cock cracked when it hit the ground.

Matthew is bristling and bouncing on his heels as he opens his. Someone got him something nice! Someone spent money on him! He bets its gonna be something great. He doesn’t know what, but it’s gotta be! It has his name on it! There’s gold! By sheer virtue of it being a gift it’s great of course, but now he’s dying to see—Holy Shit It’s A Penis. Made Out Of Chocolate. Oh Beelz It’s His Penis. That… that’s his penis sculpted in chocolate holy shit that’s GREAT!!!! He’s gonna get the tallest glass of milk he can pour; this bad boy isn’t lasting a day.

Damien doesn’t remember hearing anyone drop them off, and he can already hear that it isn’t from Mika. What could this be? It’s in black and gold which is… a bit of a mixed message. Commoner and Crown Prince colors. Strange…He cautiously lifts the lid. And slams it shut, hunching in on himself and spewing a laugh through his teeth like an elephant, eyes frantic in his incredulity. Damien actually lowers to his knee and covers his face with an arm, wheezing, turning pink in the face. Eventually he scrambles for his phone and takes a picture for his snapchat. -Spit-roast for the sweet-tooth.-