sonneillonv:

fryadvocate:

asktheghosthost:

dragonflare92:

the-alchemy-of-grief:

((And suddenly…this is my favorite picture in the world.))

Death does not like hugs.

And then there was the time the Grim Reaper chaperoned the Junior High Prom.

“TWELVE INCHES APART AT ALL TIMES! OR I’LL KILL YOU!”

Death is like, “Next year, Pestilence gets the homecoming dance.  This shit is ridiculous.  NEXT YEAR, YOU’LL ALL HAVE HERPES.”

Thanos, c’mon, man, you used to be cool.

(via snakewife)