sinners never sleep;

it all tastes the same but, boy, there’s something different about your mouth. you try chasing dreams, man, it’s harder than it s e e m s. lorcan alyosius d'eath. twenty-one. half-vampire. slytherin alumini. singer. tabs with unlimited 0's new clothes b l o o d y nose powders and walking back home

[emmy4keri]

[orderfromchaos-inspo]

SHIPS OF OFC : Lorcan D’Eath & Galvin Gudgeon

featuring @fangoff & @seekerxgudgeon

[seekerxgudgeonarchive]

@fangoff

“I’ve a house, ye know.  It’s large and entirely decorated by the most unique human I know and I thought it was a pretty fun place te be.  And yet.  No rockstars have been showin’ up on my doorstep.  Why is that, do you think?”

[fangoff-blog]

“Mate, I was at my dad’s house. It’s also large and-” he paused “Well it’s not decorated by humans. But it’s still pretty fun. And I did go see Billie like as soon as I got back but you weren’t there. So it’s all your fault.” 

[fangoff-blog]

goldenprewett:

“Absolutely.” Gideon tilted his head, looking over Lorcan. It wasn’t hard to see the same markers of the lifestyle that Lorcan had been leading all over Lorcan’s face and his body. He was impossibly skinny, as usual, his eyes ringed by slight dark circles, just the slight tremor in his body proof enough to Gideon that he probably wouldn’t turn down another fix. He chose to ignore all of it. That didn’t matter, not to Gideon, not now, not ever. “Yeah, that’s good,” he said, pausing for a moment. “I missed seeing you around, you know.”

Lorcan knew Gideon saw all the signs. He honestly didn’t know when it had gotten out of his hands; Lorcan still insisted that he could stop whenever he wanted. He wasn’t sure if that was true anymore. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up and taking a long drag. Lorcan couldn’t help but feel relieved when Gideon didn’t comment on his appearence. A grin immediately spread across his lips at his words, “Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, “Fuck, I did too.” Lorcan paused for a moment, “I’m glad you’re back.” 

[aureus-meles]

fangoff:

Dude, we’ve met before. You know who I am. {he raised an eyebrow} Sure.

Yes, we have. Oh my god, we have, and I’ve totally spaced it. This just got embarrassing, sorry, it’s been a heck of a time. [ he hugs him ] Your record is the only thing that can get my daughter to sleep right now, so thank you. 

[fangoff-blog]

Oh it’s totally chill, you have a little kid right? I’ve heard that happens {lorcan laughs hugging him back ecitedly} Shit dude, that’s so cool. Most parents don’t even let their kids listen to my record, that’s fucking wicked of you. 

[aureus-meles]

@fangoff

Hang on, you’re Lorcan D’Eath, right? I know this sounds really weird, but can I give you a hug?

[fangoff-blog]

Dude, we’ve met before. You know who I am. {he raised an eyebrow} Sure.

[grimgersnaps]

@fangoff

Okay, but have you seen my shoes? I left them somewhere and I can’t find them.

[fangoff-blog]

Did you look under the bed? 

[fangoff-blog]

indogyearsimdeadsirius:

Careless speaking, so attractive. [ he grins ] That’s a matter of perspective. 

You always know what I like {he winks, smirking} You think I’m a catch.

[fangoff-blog]

lavinia-rowle:

“I r-really don’t know, I’m not subtle about it.” She snorted. “Wow, I r-really am the luckiest girl in all of England. So, where have you b-been hiding, then?”

“You’re only looking for attention,” he replied in a sing song voice before grinning. “Just needed a little break. I went to see my dad. What have you been up to?”

[fangoff-blog]

goldenprewett:

Gideon was grateful for the fact that Lorcan wasn’t asking for much from him. Everyone else would be asking for a lot—he could trust that Lorcan wouldn’t ask him for explanations or anything like that. He pressed his lips together, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m glad it’s chipper and not depressing,” he said, pausing for a moment. “You been taking care of yourself?”

“Your lucky day,” he replied teasingly, not mentioning how Lorcan’s mood seemed to have improved greatly from seeing him. No point since it wasn’t something Lorcan himself understood either. He paused for a moment, he wasn’t- not really. Lorcan had never been good at taking care of himself, it had just steadily gotten worse in the past months. “Well I spent the last three weeks with my- family,” he snorted, letting out a laugh. His definition of family was quite unconventional when compared to others, “So yeah, I’ve been doing good. Better than before.” 

[the1975hqs]

This is a banger. I’m not even gonna deny it. This is a massive tune.

Matty Healy about his own music (via the1975hqs)

[indogyearsimdeadsirius]

fangoff:

indogyearsimdeadsirius:

You’re my size {he scoffed} No thanks, I can set myself up with whoever I want. 

I didn’t really think that one out before I said it. [ he sighs ] Oh, come on. That’s no fun. 

[fangoff-blog]

See this spontaneity is what I’m here for {he raised an eyebrow before shrugging} Fine, I’m a catch. Have your fun. Set me up.

[fangoff-blog]

goldenprewett:

Gideon heard Lorcan’s voice and almost kept walking. He knew it was a bad idea for him to be around the other—hell, he knew that even before the rehab. Still, he cared about the other man, and so he stopped walking, shoving his hands into his pockets as he turned to face the other, pausing only to push his sleeves all the way down his arms. He knew Lorcan wouldn’t care. He just didn’t want to stare down at those reminders. “Yeah, long time.” A shrug lifted his shoulders. “Doing all right. Can’t complain.” He paused, tilting his head, raising an eyebrow. “You look chipper as fuck.”

“Yeah?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow because Lorcan didn’t know how to ask him if he was really okay. He had never been good with words. Instead he just nodded, grinning again, “Good, that’s great.” He  scoffed, laughing softly, “You know me mate. I’m either chipper as fuck or depressing as fuck. There’s no in between.”

[fangoff-blog]

indogyearsimdeadsirius:

Find someone your own size to make kissy faces at. Really, do you need me to set you up with someone? 

You’re my size {he scoffed} No thanks, I can set myself up with whoever I want. 

[zoekravitzs]

[gulfinspo]

Stop being dramatic.

[wordsnquotes]

sprezzatura

(noun) An untranslatable Italian word, sprezzatura is defined as “a defensive irony.” It is a studied art of concealment, it is a way to mask your true desires, thoughts, and feelings. Along with the connotations of projecting an outward carelessness, comes the elegance of exuding grace under pressure.  (via ruddwrites)

[goldenprewett-blog]

“Yes, they’re bloody track marks,” he snapped at the woman next to him on the train, a frown cut deep into his features. Gideon pressed his lips into a thin line, barely waiting for the train to stop before he got off, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking away from the judgmental woman as fast as he possibly could—he was tired of the constant judgment already, and he had only been out for a couple of days. It was enough to make him want to tear his hair out, that much was for sure. He shook his head as he muttered to himself, keeping his head ducked. “At least no one in a jazz club cares if you’re a junkie.”

[fangoff-blog]

Lorcan was leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette when he saw him. He was some distance off and Lorcan could hardly make out his features or expression but Lorcan would know him anywhere. "Gid!" He called out in an attempt to stop him as he put out his cigarette, jogging over to him. Lorcan looked at him for a moment, his drawn in expression, the tracks on his arm; but God he wasn't that much of a hypocrite. He wouldn't comment on them, wouldn't ask about them. He had identical ones on his own arms after all and despite all his faults, Lorcan had never been judgemental. Besides, he was just glad to see him, more than he would care to admit. A small grin spread over his lips, "Long time, mate. How are you?"