Your name is SAFETY FIRSTT and HOLY SHIT DO YOU EVER LOVE TAKING THE PROPER AND NECESSARY PRECAUTIONS BEFORE ENGAGING IN ANY KIND OF ACTIVITY. You are SEVEN SWEEPS OLD and your blood is a really weird colour that no one thinks is real but hey it helps you get noticed, which is always good because then you can ENFORCE THE RULES OF SAFETY AND CAUTION ON EVERYONE AROUND YOU WITHOUT BEING IGNORED.
you might be shaking your head and saying “are you fucking kidding me he cant be serious about this fantroll”
well screw you i am Dead serious
I actually kind of adore this.
I love this so much, totes making fanart later
he should have safety googles and he shouldn’t have blood, if he gets cut it should be an alarm that hurts your ears~!
An illustration I did for Instinct Magazine on unfair Adoption cases.
This should have thousands of notes.
84,908 and counting.
I reblog this every time it comes up on my dash. Such a powerful message.
This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.
Someone bumped into my chair and I said sorry.
someone bumped into my chair and i punched them in the face
someone bumped into my chair and I didn’t even give a fuck
someone bumped into my chair and i start a revolution
No one bumped into my chair because they weren’t able to assemble it.
This is a picture of my best friend and her boyfriend. Normal concert photo, right? Well, look closer in the back where the red circle is. Can you see the face?
This isn’t just some normal chain letter. My friend and her boyfriend died 3 nights after this picture was taken, the police having no idea how they died considering they were both 15 and perfectly healthy.
It turns out a boy died at that venue a few years ago at a concert. He was in the mosh pit and he hit his head and then a few nights later he was found dead in his bedroom from his skull broken and slowly bleeding to death.
If you don’t reblog this within an hour, you’ll hear faint music playing for 3 nights straight. On the 4th night, the boy will come from your closet while you’re getting ready for bed and kill you for not helping us put his soul at rest.
This is not fake. 3 people have already died from not passing this on.
I am not taking any chances
Sorry… wanna keep living..