IT'S HERE!

SHIYTTTT

I'm gonna leave this here and slowly fade away 🧍‼️

bang bang bullet wonderland

Femboys dealing with breakup

Cute hehe

oystein trying to climb the shelves to get to the secret room he found on the ceiling

Toki~

has anyone ever thought to ask skwisgaar how hes actually doing

1/?? of my skwsigaar comics. series of him during his therapy sessions. hes trying his best

I kinda need a fanfic about this, ngl

I see your Serveta/Molly and I raise you Anja/Serveta being Scandigayvian moms together.

Euro chikito owo

The name of the manager was written on a door. This room was especially interesting for Euronymous. The key fit! The door opened and we entered. In the middle was a massive desk, behind it a red wing chair with wooden armrests. On the wall I noticed a bright square. There hung the portrait of Erich Honecker, probably until a year ago. On the desk were two telephones and a grey box with various buttons and a flexible microphone. On the left side there was a huge extension wall, of course also made of light brown Sprelacart, in the  showcases cups and pennants. I opened a cupboard door, discovered a bottle of Goldkrone and glasses in boot size. Euronymous sat down in the armchair and pretended to make a phone call. He pulled open a drawer and pulled out a pad on which he now scribbled something and signed it in a cosmopolitan manner. He was over the moon and looked like a little dictator who is sitting at the controls of power right now signing the next five-year plan or ordering the coming wave of arrests. He pressed the buttons and babbled into the receiver as if he had Stalin himself on the phone. And I was glad that he was happy as a clam. Now he even spoke a little Russian and everyone laughed! Then he opened the bottom drawer, took out a medal and happily put it on his jacket.

-Abo Alsleben: Mayhem Live In Leipzig. Wie ich den Black Metal nach Ostdeutschland brachte.