* // w i c k e d .

( greyson "grey" adams ). twenty-one. "there ain't no rest for the wicked. Money don't grow on trees. I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed. There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back. Though you know, I wish I could. Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good."

[rolvnds-blog]

Emery had been invited to a rather inconspicuous gathering of like-minded people but, that was no surprise to them. They had been invited to other parties that night as well because, after all, living in Vegas, there was almost always something to do. After arriving at the destination, a warehouse that had been refurbished into a pseudo night club. There was more people than they were expecting, and they didn’t know any of their names or their faces yet. Or, at least, hadn’t recognized anybody. Emery wasn’t smiling but it became increasingly difficult to keep it up when they saw the person next to them’s eyes roll. “Nice to see you too,” They greeted back at them, sarcastically. “If I might say, you don’t necessarily seem enthralled with the party-goings. Maybe a drink would help?” They asked and fetched two beers, thinking on their feet, only to return to where the two of them were standing against one of the walls. Emery gave one drink to the other. “…Here. Now you can always remember me as the person who got you alcohol in a stitch.”

[greysonadams-blog]

Greyson wasn’t sure why he was here. He loved the security of the night’s darkness. Most people are more scared at night because they’re less aware of their surroundings. Grey on the other hand loved it for that very reason, he felt less visible among the dark. Being in a night club had the same effect, you blend into the mesh of bodies moving and the roar of music- your own voice hushed among others talking, you become less visible unless you want to be. He was new to Vegas, he hadn’t adapted to the party aspect of it quite yet. He was shocked that the person next to him even noticed his eye roll let alone him, in the sea of people. He laughed harder than she should and took the beer welcomingly. He felt the bitter cold and condensation in his palm in comparison to his lightly sweating body against his hand from the beer being chilled before it was given to him. “I’m never one to turn down alcohol,” He took a long drink from the bottle. “We’re gonna step out for a cigarette, so you can always remember me as the person who gave you a cigarette in a stitch.”

[greysonadams-blog]

this is my first and only rp and both people i replied to quit smh

[psych-facts]

“At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, and that he does them well.”

(via viciously-yours)

[gallagherista]

[roman-lindstrom-blog]

Roman rested on the slab of concrete outside the rooms of the first floor of the Starlit Motel, taking a break from working on his car parked in the Nevada heat. He pulled a pack of menthols from his coveralls’ pocket, tugging one out and sticking it into his mouth as he lit the sucker up. He noticed a figure nearby, and he tried to think of something friendly to say, some sort of conversation to make. His old military counselor used to tell him to reach out rather than keep everything inside. “Yunno, I’m thinkin’ about gettin’ a Tinder,” he began with a budding smile, “only ‘cause I don’t want that time Method Man stepped on my foot to be the highlight of my life.” Right. He really needed to work on this whole reaching out thing.

[greysonadams-blog]

Grey’s first reaction was to study the pack of menthols instead of actually looking at the person in front of him. Menthols, he thought, fuckin gross. He then reached into his slightly dusted pants pocket for his pack of Marlboro red 100s to show the man standing in front of him what a real cigarette was. “Method man is amazing and I kind of wish he would kick my ass?” Grey made a light chuckle. “Well, I’ve never used tinder. I prefer the awkward ol’ fashion exchange of approaching women in public. I’ve learned the more apathetic you seem to them the better it goes, but what do I know? Haven’t actually dated anyone in years.”

[tapeducttemporary-deactivated20]

at a really specific time @ night i feel like i wanna fall in love or som shit lmao but then i wake up and im ok again

[fmleos]

After trying and failing for at least three minutes to get Siri to help her with a simple question, Theo had grown frustrated. Jamming her thumb on the home button and pressing it down, tone malicious and eyes filled with a fiery hatred, “Hey, Siri-” she called, before enunciating every syllable, “why are you such a dumb cunt?” The phone beeped, signalling it got her question before replying in a robotic voice ‘I am, as yet, imperfect. But I’m learning’ the tiny device in the palm of her hand spoke back. Theo almost let out a half-laugh, shaking her head as she flicked ashes from the cigarette dangling between her fingers. She leaned against the railing on the second floor, “is it weird I feel bad for calling her a dumb cunt now?” She questioned, to no one in particular. She knew she’d gained a few ears from her booming voice travelling throughout the motel, resting her chin on her palm as she inhaled another drag.

[greysonadams-blog]

Grey’s phone bellowed through the barely illuminated apartment. Eyes refusing to open he half-assed searched through the sheet covering him. Where was this destroyer of sleep? Groaning in frustration he sat up and threw the sheet off in one fluid motion, hearing a dull thud against the hardwood floor. He almost wished it would be cracked for ruining his sound sleep. Finding the phone he looked for broken glass. None! Androids never crack, he thought to himself letting out a light sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure who called but he wasn’t about to find out just yet. He needed his first cigarette of the day before he was ready to conquer anything. Some people have the saying: ‘don’t talk to me before I have my coffee first.’ For Grey, it was his cigarette. He checked the old digital alarm clock he had from back when he first moved from his father’s house. One o’ clock, it read. He wondered if this was one A.M.. or one P.M. He was never sure after a long sleep due to the thick black curtains he had hung. Blackout curtains were both a blessing and a curse.

Fumbling for his Marlboro Red 100′s and lighter, he then started walking out of his room. He wasn’t about to put on more clothes than he had on, deep navy blue boxer briefs and basic white crew neck shirt. At one A.M. this would be fine to be perched on his balcony, one P.M. well he’d just leave that up to chance that it’d hopefully be dark out. Walking into the kitchen he let out a light curse under his breath. The sliding glass door in the living room had light shining through it. Fuck it, he thought. Grey wasn’t going to stop now. Sliding it open, he stepped onto the balcony, feeling the warm wood beneath his feet. He lit the cigarette between dry lips and filled his lungs and exhaled the smoke. How he loved the first puff of a cigarette. Sitting down onto his empty deck he started staring off into the Nevada sky. Silence interrupted by the person below his balcony, their voice growing louder by each question they were asking. He started staring through the small gaps in the wood trying to find who was making this noise. What the hell were they saying? He was a people watcher by nature, always has been. He decided his only option to hear them better was to lay down and put his ear up to the spaces between the wood on the balcony. Pursing his cigarette in his mouth he laid down on the balcony, his head against the wood. In a booming voice he heard her use of the word ‘cunt’; enunciating every syllable.

Greyson laughed so hard he spit the cigarette out from his mouth. Laughing at the fact that as soon as he sprawled out to eavesdrop, the woman yelled, and also at the sarcastic question she gave her phone. Oh shit, he thought in fear, did she hear him? Wait... where was his cigarette? His precious first cigarette of the day! He panicked looking for it over the entire wood surface. Suddenly the realization hit him. It must have fallen through the space between the wood. Looking down through a crack he saw it, half lit from surviving the fall, on the deck below him. He wasn’t about to let the first cigarette of the day go without a fight. “Hey, girl below me!” He yelled. “First off, she’s a dumb cunt because she’s an iPhone. Second off, I’m gonna need you to get my cigarette that fell on your balcony.”

[fi-gallaghers]

[hemoglobin]