to get blood from a stone

indie oc #graniteskinned & #phenocrysticskin

[graniteskinned]

i’ve moved! find me here, @granitetouch

[loveel-who]

[averagefairy]

coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing pretty bad

[girlshell-deactivated20121114]

[ceeturnalia]

Luca Pasqualino by Matt Nalton

[graniteskinned]

                                                  about.

[murdcrpup-a-blog]

Reblog if your muse suffers from PTSD (severe or more mild, or even C-PTSD).

It is good to make your followers aware, because a muse having PTSD heavily influences the character and how they react and interact.

[teamlockwood]

[42/∞] photos of Michael Trevino

[graniteskinned]

@ruinaa

[ Joshua sees her walk in, and immediately his hand moves self-consciously to his wrist where the stolen power dampener resides as he can’t help but straighten in his seat. They will never be free of each other--they’ll always have this; this painful dance that pulls back scars and scabs with every step.

But the worst part, for him, and for her, is that he’s learned to love that pain. He’s come to crave it when the nights grow cold and his heart grows lonesome, because it’s familiar. With alarming frequency, he goes back to before: before he’d ruined himself for her; before he’d driven that wedge between the two of them; before he tried to replace Giselle with her; before he’d cornered her in the golden light of a chandelier and stolen an unwilling kiss from her lips; before he’d forced her to leave him with people that could only half-empathize with his past.

A knot forms in his throat, pleading to be numbed, drowned, with a drink more potent than the one that sits in front of him. ]

[ He says nothing when their eyes meet--he can’t get the words around the lump--and he’s the first one to break the contact, face hot for the way he must look to her: weak, shamed into wearing this false skin with technology he’s stolen from the very organization that makes it feel like a necessity. ]

[refiningfire]

“please forgive me for what i know i will do to you.”

Letters To My Head, number 6.

please don’t delete my caption

[michaeltrevinosource]

[nerd-utopia-deactivated20200206]

[teamlockwood]

[graniteskinned]

purging a lot of my older drafts, but also considering archiving this blog and starting fresh. i never really... meshed the two timeline blogs as well as id hoped to when i left phenocrysticskin so. this would give me the chance to do that.

[teamlockwood]

[wereimmortalremember-blog]

there was no in-between for him it was either all or nothing he wanted everything but settled for nothing

(insp.)

[mutantism-archive-blog]

graniteskinned

“I know you are deep in thought, but   there’s only so many times I can ask   you to pass the juice before it’s annoying.”

[graniteskinned]

Finally, finally he blinks out of his stupor, just in time to catch what Erik is asking for, and he moves to do so quickly, skin audibly making contact with the glass pitcher just before he slides it over.

“Do you ever wish you could move other things? Not just metal?”

The question almost comes out of no where, and Josh surprises himself with his boldness is asking at all.