ticking time bomb.

you drink a little to forget something. jamie knight. twenty five. reaper. i’m made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly suppressed anger.

[jcmiex]

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@jcmiex

“I just missed them okay?” Better than telling him she’d been avoiding his calls because that would be far too unlike her. As much unlike her as the two empty bottles of wine that sat next to each other on the coffee table above a plethora of grimoires and completely irrelevant blue prints, the witch switching back and forth between the two as if she could fully comprehend much of either at that point in time. “My phone must be dead or something.”

                 “Seems like it,” he stated as his hands made their way deep into his pockets. Staying clean was definitely not easy for the male, eyes instantly wandering towards the two bottles of wine that sat empty. “Sav, you’re clearly not okay and I’m not going to stand here until you talk to me.” Insensitive, probably, but his insides were craving any sense of a narcotic to keep him calm over the fact that his ex was still alive and that his best friend was toying around with an original vampire. “Let me at least ---- clean up this place.”

[jcmiex]

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@jcmiex

        “What? Don’t look at me like that. A bleeding burger is as close as I can get to the real thing without killing someone.” Saying it out loud made it that much worse—- but that much easier to cope with. Bea prodded at the patty with the toothpick which came stabbed into it, bun, lettuce, tomato and all. Lively eyes crawled upwards to his profile, taking in every inch of his appearance. “Why do you look so gloomy? It’s a beautiful day outside; don’t ruin what’s left of my good mood.” Her hyperactive tendencies were worsened in this state. Dead but still so very alive, the raven haired woman sat forward in her side of the booth.

                That was a questionable statement -- especially since he was about to endure watching her eat said bleeding burger, but his lips stayed shut and he eyes stayed plastered on his ---- ex-girlfriend? The question still lingered, at least in his mind, his hands still cold and his brain still trying to figure out the details of that night, how he came back to his senses with blood on his hands, her dead body laying on the floor. “Sorry,” he finally stated, sitting up in his seat and allowing his shoulders to relax despite his mind rushing in circles, almost thinking he was dreaming; Bea couldn’t just be alive, that’s not how the universe worked ----- right? 

[jcmiex]

               “So is this our new bonding subject? Dead exes that have managed to come back from the dead and run into us when we least fucking expect it?” He asked, rubbing at his eyes before leaning back in his seat. Pupils finally dilated back to their regular size as his high came down, hands already trembling for another hit as he lifted his water bottle filled with vodka to his lips, taking as long as a drink he could while looking at his best friend across from him. ( @xhwitchy )

[prettymysticfalls]

[jcmiex]

prettymysticfalls:

Are you going to experience a fear of missing out now that you’re no longer working on the show? I mean, It’s sort of inherent in the work of an actor that you’ll get that. I’ll get more fear of missing out if I’m just doing one thing for ages and then not doing other things. I was talking to someone recently who said that they were surprised that that was it, and they said it’s “only been three years” — three years is quite a long time! For me, I think that more of my fear of missing out comes from thinking about all the other jobs I’m not able to do. It was a terrific, terrific experience and I loved it, but it was good. I think it was good for the show because it was unexpected, it opens up room for the other characters, and I get to do other things as well. It doesn’t feel like it was too soon, three years is a long time.

[hot-guys-in-sweaters]

[wenchyfloozymoo]

[jakegyllenhaal]

[chandlermuriels]

[jcmiex]

MADDOX;

                   —- ( @jcmiex )

                   “Moodier than usual, that’s my reason for asking.” the warlock explained in his usual flat tone that would suggest he didn’t care, but that was never the case with the person he was currently talking to. “So its either tell me, or be alone — and I know how much you love that.”

                 “I remember requesting to be alone,” he shot out before rising the bottle of alcohol to his lips, raising his eyebrow towards his best friend. “It’s just a regular day for me, you know seeing dead people without fucking wanting to, slept with Savannah and can barely look in her eyes ---- oh yeah, and my ex-girlfriend apparently isn’t dead.”

[jcmiex]

BEATRICE;

Bea wasn’t happy; she was a mess. The human— before becoming what she was now— had a real life. Filled with ups and downs, yes, but it was one that had a living, breathing future. She could move past the fights and breakups, the ever so often small moments of disappointment, but she’d been alive. Now she had a terrible, tenacious need for blood— it consumed her entirely. The thirst overtook her even as she stood on The Knight family’s doorstep. She fought it poorly, nails digging into her palms as she shook a step back. “I am dead, Jamie. I’m a fucking—-” She stopped short, though her voice hadn’t dropped from its volume. “So you saw me? And you just left?” Resuming, the memory of the night came back into her mind, because for once it had actually left her train of thought. It was a shock, considering how incredibly anxiety ridden she’d been since awakening to a new her. “You didn’t even bother to stick around?” She’d slammed a door in his face, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t pound on it until she opened it again. That’s what he should have done. It was only her bedroom door, after all. Even if he had been there when she died— she truly knew nothing of his whereabouts, he shouldn’t have left. “No call to 911? Nothing?” A harrowing feeling rose in her chest, one of pure frustration and hopelessness. 

                  Frozen, Jamie stood there as her voice became background noise to the ringing that began to take over his hearing and his heart thumping against his chest. The sweat began to form on his forehead and his hands, unable to think of a reason or explanation as to why Bea was barging into this place and explaining her side of the story, trying to scream at him for leaving her side, something he could never forgive himself for but that didn’t make up for the way he simply made others deal with the mess while he stayed in his bedroom in Red Creek with his body shaking from the tears and fear that rang through his body for months. Finally letting his eyes focus on his ---- ex? ---- girlfriend, wanting to just grab her and be thankful that she wasn’t rotting like he pictured in multiple dreams that flooded his mind in reminders, but he stood in the same place he was when he opened the door and tried to form words into sentences. “I’m ---- sorry,” he finally whispered, almost laughing at himself on the behalf of the woman, realizing how stupid it was to apologize for leaving someone he loved in the pool of her own blood without even knowing what happened. “I thought ----,” he paused, tears taking over his tear ducts and his voice beginning to crack under the pressure of holding them back. “I thought I ------ I thought I killed you,” he finally said, shaking his head as the tears began to make their way down his face. “I ---- fuck,” he cursed, his hands forming into fists and craving the pain that would rush through his body if he just turned and threw it into the wall next to his body.

[jcmiex]

CASSIDY;

“Now you’re just indulging me.” She wasn’t stupid; she knew what people thought of her, though she cared even less than she ever might have before. “You could be a fucking great motivational coach, you know that, Knight? Who needs self help books when we’ve got you around.”

                 “You caught me on a good day,” he muttered with a hint of a smirk on his lips before it disappeared as per usual, shrugging a shoulders towards the werewolf next to him. “Would I be? Thank you, I like to think that my advice is pretty easy to follow. Upset? Take a fucking shot. Angry? Punch the damn person then take a shot.”

[jcmiex]

DEVLIN;

“Fair fucking point. It’s a dream of mine, glad to see the feeling is mutual in here tonight. You haven’t even told me how nice I look, but it’s fine… I’m used to you playing hard to get.”

               “I’d be shocked if anyone in this town doesn’t wanna drop dead at this fucking point. I don’t think you need anyone else to boost your damn ego, Clery. You do it enough yourself with the amount of time you spend in front of a mirror.”

[jcmiex]

HAILEE;

Hailee figured that sadness would hit her soon, that it would drown her if she stopped and allowed it to, and with that logic, the hunter kept herself busy. She started with packing and then took more shifts and asked for more practices – this was perhaps her first time seeing someone outside of work and practice. “I am. I can totally be a pirate. And we can steal gold and never come back to this forsaken town”

               If he was completely sober, it wouldn’t have taken the reaper long to figure out the look that was hiding behind the large eyes of the younger woman across from him; he sported the same look after finding out about Blaike for weeks until he found his numbness of choice. Nodding his head at her words, he went along with the distraction if he meant less of a heart-to-heart conversation. “And how do you think we’ll steal the gold? I mean you’re tiny but I’m not sure you’ll be able to lift up all that much of it at once.”

[jcmiex]

SAVANNAH;

It had been heer subconscious, surely it had to be. Savannah had never before felt unsure of anything at all around her best friend, but even still everything that might have once come naturally felt quite the opposite now. She wouldn’t have changed anything, perhaps how much she’d had to drink that night, but in the weeks following their slip up, she’d noticed things changed. His relationship had fallen apart and she’d been part of that reason, it lodged a wrench where such ease once was. “Me?” She balked a little, shaking her head. “I’m..– No I don’t need anything, really.” She wasn’t okay though, but far be it from her to let anyone know that, so she smiled. “I’ll take a hard pass on the good-morning shots, I think you probably had more than enough for both of us last night. I could definitely do with a coffee though.” She felt like she hadn’t slept for a week.

                There had been a line that had been drawn the moment him and Savannah met, both of them knowing where it was and knowing where to stop their comments (more-so on Jamie’s account), and that line was blurred and managed to disappear the night both of them took one too many shots and ended up tangled in his sheets while Thalia managed to call him multiple times like a regular worried girlfriend would do. The images were pound in his brain, the images that he wished would disappear with his guilt with each drink he took throughout the day or the lines that he lined up in the morning before attempting to move through his day, numb to the bones and doing his regular like a robot to the society resting behind his apartment door. Snapping out of his thoughts, he let out a small chuckle with a nod of his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as the high began to come to a downwards slope standing across from the blonde witch. “Are you sure about that?” He asked, hoping it came out more sincere than he heard it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was probably one of the people in Red Creek that understood where she stood at this point. “Probably did, I’ll agree to that one. Alright --- then let’s go get you some coffee.”

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[jcmiex]

arilyrics:

The Hills // The Weeknd

[zendayascoleman]

[jcmiex]

zendayascoleman:

get to know me meme [1/5] male characters → wes gibbins

“I wasn’t born in Ohio. I was born in Haiti. My mom moved us here when I was one. I was the only black kid in our town. Everyone wanted me to be good at basketball, but I sucked. I’m allergic to peanuts. I have a really bad sense of direction. My mom killed herself when I was twelve. My favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip. I’ve never been to Europe. I’m afraid of heights. Someday, I want a dog, but not from a breeder… the pound.”

[jcmiex]

SAVANNAH;

She drew her own hand over the expanse of her arm where he’d grabbed her, over and over until the friction created some kind of warmth. This wasn’t what she wanted to talk about, in fact she was happy to have had the distraction of his call. It was sure as hell a lot easier to swallow than everything that had fallen to the shoulders of the two eldest Fontaine children in the wake of their loss. Releasing her bottom lip from between her teeth she laughed lightly, void of too much humor and shook her head. “I don’t want to worry about other stuff, Jamie. Trust me, it’s fine. My day has been better spent getting you out of lock up than it would have been doing anything else I need to do. — You can buy me lunch later to make up for it.”

               He hated it, how she rubbed her arm as though she was trying to get his damned germs off her. A step over the boundary that was only making his heart pound against his chest at the thought of losing Savannah over something they did when they drunk. Something he would never regret ---- but something he could almost feel like she definitely regretted. “Then what do you need?” He finally asked, standing up straight and shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. Act like everything was normal, that was the only thing he could do in this situation. “You need a coffee? Fuckin’ bagel? How about some good-morning shots to start off the day?” He asked, in a small teasing voice before letting the smile form on his lips.