𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒. || 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘. || 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

@theartofmadeline

bliss lane

titsay
Not today Justin
The Stonewall Inn

roma★
noise dept.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Interview Vampire Daily
YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle
RMH
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Cosmic Funnies
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
$LAYYYTER
almost home
Noah Kahan

tannertan36

Product Placement
seen from Venezuela
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seen from Argentina
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@candlelitcrimson
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒. || 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘. || 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.
“ Sooo…what is the deal here? “
The overabundance of screens definitely wasn’t creepy at all.
In order to better fit in, she had to make rounds with the V’s — and by far, THIS part of the tower was the most downright fucking weirdest. The incessant buzzing of monitors made her feel itchy as if bugs were crawling in her ears — and the bright lights only made her already damaged eyes narrow from the stinging sensation.
“ Please tell me you are not playing the stalker game here. This is prime setup for a thriller film… “
@hazs-been
“ You satisfied now? I want to vomit from the ungodly amount of glitter I am wearing. “
The vampire’s drawl slurs drunkenly, her body rag dolled on the couch in a miserable slump. What better way to ‘celebrate’ than by drinking yourself stupid over your new ‘promotion’ in the wardrobe?
Val knew her as a Victorian brute. Bottle cap glasses, the occasional war paint, cuts and bruises, muscles, gothic business attire and patterned fabrics, Betty flourished in being volatile and intimidating. Then she was forced into this position due to the contract — and became the V’s living doll on stage.
A cabaret dress in velvety red, crimson eyeshadow with glitter, sparkles aligning the dress for more pizazz, pointed manicure, concealed bruises, she was eye candy. And she dreaded it.
“ …Kiiiill meeeeee…. “
@hazs-been
@candlelitcrimson cont. from here “ … Do you want to talk…? “
ཐིཋྀ "About that?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely not."
Well. Time to do what she does best.
Snuggling up to him and giving him the pretty dolly eyes, blinking and rubbing up against him with a sultry voice,
“ Oh, please? Pretty pretty please ~ ? “
Pretty please tell me your secrets?
“ I will be such a good girl if you dooooo ~ ? “
Spill them, bitch.
“ Either you are HORRENDOUSLY traumatized from your past life and you make it up with copious amounts of hypersexuality and making others feel beneath you to have some semblance of power again — OR. Or.
You’re just a narcissistic asshole who likes to make people feel like shit. “
For the analysis — that I failed sending on the other blog but now I can dO IT LMAO
meme
ཐིཋྀ "Both."
“ …
Do you want to talk…? “
god I’m trying this. ONE MORE TIME. then I’m going to throw hands