F*ckin' Metal!

“I did? Fuck me!” Damien cursed, gritting his teeth. “I’ll do it for you then. Just don’t let anyone else know.”

ikr, and yet im so scared to dash my hopes and follow people in the same fandom as me. Like, they’re probably all amazing and here i am a new potato arriving at the crime scene

Damien and his dads. They’re just... so cute. I love them so much. Help me. @ozthegreatandbashful

“WHAT THE-!? HOW IN THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU-!?” He did his absolute damnest to keep his hair styling a secret from everyone at Spooky High. But Oz, like always, could see right through him. What gave him away?

He put his hands on his hips, getting annoyed at the other’s hesitance. “I got shit to burn and people to kill, noob. Out with it!”

“What!? I mean... she’s into everyone. And everything. You’re hiding something, aren’t you? What’s this really about?”

“Yeah, sure. But it’s more like SHE hangs around ME. It’s not my fuckin’ fault we go to the same parties. Anyway, don’t waste your time, Ozzy Oz, you’re too fragile for Polly. She’s a total thot and you’re not.”

  “Yeah, no shit. You trying to plow her, noob? Is that why you wanna know so much about her?”

“Only a million times. And each fuckin’ time it’s different! Last week she said she was choked out at a bar mitzvah. Why?”

“I’m the prince of the 8th layer, fucker! You’re telling me to be careful like I’m Miss Muffet waitin’ for my insides to get tongued out by a spider or some shit. I think that’s how the nursery rhyme goes anyway. A-and my dads raised me pretty goddamn well so YEAH, I can handle myself, a-thank you!”