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       Being nothing else but a damp, the motel held no big expectations to begin with ; and yet, as it was the best Faith could do, a certain amount of peace was all she asked for. The concept was good at its core, and yet Faithâs new neighbor seemed to hold no understanding of it. He kept making a drunken karaoke right behind her wall  ââ  all of which, after several knocks to the wall led Faith to his door.  â  Hey, asshole!  â  She banged loudly at the door.  â  Turn that down a notch, would you  ââ  some people are tryinâ to watch something.  â
@lovesbxtch THAT THING.
The world swayed and spun before the vampireâs eyes as he let another empty bottle tumble from his grip. The previous ones found resting places in pieces after he chucked them haphazardly across his motel room, so this latest bottle should consider itself lucky. Heâd sung himself hoarse to keep his mind off why heâd gotten positively hammered in the first place, but now he was feeling despair and crushing heartbreak ready to swallow him whole again. His head fell into his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. The banging at his door ricocheted in his skull and he groaned. What was that bitch yammering about?
âOh SOD off. Like your lifeâs so bloody terrible,â he hollered back before falling back onto his bed and draping an arm across his face. âPoor you. Canât miss the latest of Dawsonâs bleedinâ Creek, can ya?â He could taunt all he wanted, but he was currently missing said episode of Dawsonâs Creek because heâd thrown a fit and broken his own tele. Therefore, he wasnât about to be the only one suffering around here. That was his line of logic about all this, at least.
// iâm trying so hard to stay focused right now. waiting for the beau to text me about christmas plans + i get to see him tomorrow so like. iâm all kinds of spastically (is that a word??) excited. ahhhhhhhh!!!!
âItâs snowing!â
sentence starters; christmas edition.
âWell Iâll be damned. Looks like itâll be a white Christmas this year after-all,â Spike mused. He grinned down at the vampiress beside him before sticking his tongue out to catch a few flakes on his tongue.
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@drusillawantstoplay // continued from: here
Spike could tell dawn was still a few hours away, and yet he felt utterly content where he was. No matter how wild their antics got and how much he craved the excitement and destruction, he still would trade it all for these moments of tenderness. Did it make him a poofter? Sure. Did he care? At the moment, no. Spike absently let his fingers brush through her soft tresses and watched the flames dance before them. The fire had been lit when theyâd âborrowedâ the place from the previous inhabitants. Her smile warmed his dead heart. âWhatâs got my princess so entranced?âÂ
âYou, my friend, are a Grinch. A real Scrooge.â
sentence starters; christmas edition.
âOh right, anâ youâre a regular bloody Santaâs helper, yeah? Pot, meet kettle, luv.â
âYou, my friend, are a Grinch. A real Scrooge.â đ
sentence starters; christmas edition.
âWell when youâve lived as long as I have, Christmas really loses its charm...,â he trailed off, recalling the few Christmas Eveâs heâd enjoyed. âWell, âcept those years when it was just Dru anâ I.â Spike got a faraway twinkle in his blue eyes. âShe was so happy that year we feasted on drunken party-goers and shagged each other senseless next to a roaring fire.âÂ
sentence starters; christmas edition.
âWould you like to make paper snowflakes with me? Youâre going to help me clean up the mess, though!â
âYouâre the worst at wrapping presents, do you want me to wrap them for you?â
âCome on, itâs Christmas! Cheer up!â
âI just want to make someone elseâs Christmas special.â
âYou should treat every day like itâs Christmas.â
âYou can jingle my bells.â
âI made you some hot chocolate!â
âWhatâs your favorite Christmas movie?â
âChristmas is far too commercialized.â
âMerry Christmas!â
âDo you believe in Santa Claus?â
âYou, my friend, are a Grinch. A real Scrooge.â
âIâm not kissing you, no matter how much mistletoe we pass under!â
âLook⊠mistletoe!â
âI love to drive by the houses at night and look at the Christmas lights; lights are something Iâve never had the patience for myself.â
âWanna help me bake Christmas cookies?â
âI canât afford much for Christmas.â
âIâve had enough of Christmas songs!â
âThatâs the ugliest sweater Iâve ever seen!â
âWhatâs your favorite Christmas song?â
âIâve always hated Christmas. Iâve always felt the need to buy something for everyone.â
âItâs snowing!â
âWhatâs on your wishlist this year?â
âI never really liked Christmas. Iâm allergic to the Christmas trees, someone always spikes the eggnog⊠and Iâm always alone on Christmas.â
my kink: beautiful women who could kill me with their bare hands
â  I see only reflections that belong to someone else âŠÂ someoneâs girlfriend, someoneâs daughter, someoneâs student, someoneâs slave, someoneâs victim -
                  someoneâs heartbreak
âIf itâs my help youâre wantinâ, âm gonna need a bit more  from you, ducks. You scratch my back, I scratch yours,  yeah? Money anâ smokes before Iâll listen.â
âHome sweet home.â
I just canât stay away from Spike for long. The Big Bad is back and ready for some threads. Did a total ârevampâ on my blog (pun intended) and I really need some writing partners. Went on a massive unfollow spree + now my dashboard is sad and lonely.
Actively seeking Spuffy ships.