Roy was partial to calling them demons. Wether or not they actually spawned from hell was up to debate; the hell on earth they created, however, was not.

Sightings of them hit the outer reaches of the internet first. Blurred, pixelated pictures and videos from phones in major cities. Most people who saw these thought they were fake images created by a bored high schooler. A few took some stock in to what they saw, but even then, they had assumed it was viral marketing for some movie or video game. Oh how wrong they all were.

The first nationally recognized incident occurred when a live feed of a reporter following a skirmish in a middle-eastern war torn city broadcasted to millions said reporter getting shredded by a bipedal wood-chipper. It was large, and it had a maw and swollen gullet large enough to fit the late reporter’s torso.

@3 days ago
#creepy #i'll add more later 

blueeyedmenace:

The walking dead// Rick Grimes dad jokes redux

the walking dead// Rick Grimes dad jokes part 1

This makes me giggle every time I read it.

(via blueeyedmenace)

@6 days ago with 9215 notes

Moral of the story: don’t download funny sounding porn movies while drunk.

@1 month ago

1-800-fitness:

this is so helpful

Wonder how accurate this is…

(Source: symphonyofawesomeness)

@2 months ago with 2545 notes
coltre:

we always romanticize the ones we have lost forgetting to cherish the present. I don’t want to be sad anymore

I don’t want to be sad anymore

coltre:

we always romanticize the ones we have lost forgetting to cherish the present. I don’t want to be sad anymore

I don’t want to be sad anymore

(via vodkacupcakes)

@2 months ago with 73579 notes
#i don't 

Vapor trails claw the sky as jet black vessels pass. Their warning howl drowned the gurgling mews of her death knell as he ran from the nightmare behind him.

Rot filled his nostrils.

His side burned where insanguinate tatters clung to gore.
“No time” was the only thought that raced through his pounding head.

The smell.

His lament over her loss would come later, but survival was the only function he could manage now.
The… things. They’d been ambushed. The beasts were getting smarter. And stronger.

Why won’t the smell go away?

Their name varied- every belief and demographic seemed to call them something different. Many of them were different. But some details had remained between every god-blind abomination; where there was more concrete, brick, and rebar, there were more of them. And each one carried the scent of the death they wrought.

@3 days ago with 3 notes
#creepy #I wrote this from my phone #I bet there's lots of typos 

So I decided to try this writing thing again

It was the end of days.

The thought of which was only slightly harder to swallow then the half eaten beans he scavenged from a dumpster. But, he had no time to sulk.

In his hidden hollow, a lonely dilapidated shed in the woods away from the concrete hell, heavy feet quietly crushed bramble. Heavier breathing left a thick pungent odor that was unforgettable. Sweet and sour decay filled his nostrils.

They were here, and there would be no escape.

@1 week ago with 3 notes
#creepy 

wlukens:

This needs to be my future relationship

(Source: allthingspawnee, via the-wolfgoddess)

@2 months ago with 564032 notes

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@2 months ago with 2475 notes
eatcleaneatclean:

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@2 months ago with 424 notes