We’ve been here for like, an hour. What kind of trouble do you think I could possibly get into? Oh I have a l l k i n d s of thoughts about that.
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@roommate-from-hell
We’ve been here for like, an hour. What kind of trouble do you think I could possibly get into? Oh I have a l l k i n d s of thoughts about that.
Laura peeked through her fingers covering her face as a man’s horrified screams blasted from the computer speakers. She rarely watched horror movies, but it was Carmilla’s turn to pick the movie. Laura figured that if Carmilla could survive Frozen than she could survive a horror flick of her girlfriend’s choosing.
Wrong.
“This is different. I had a heroic vampire come save me. This guy has…no legs now,” she inched closer to her girlfriend as the man’s terrified cries of pain continued to pour from the speakers.
Laura immediately turned to rest her head on Carmilla’s shoulder as she felt her girlfriend’s arm come to rest her shoulders. Her attention left the horrors flashing across her computer screen and landed on Carmilla. A smile tugged at Laura’s lips.
“This isn’t a ploy,” she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s torso. “But I can’t help it if I want to spend some alone time with you. Plus…you’re cuddly.”
Carmilla rested her cheek against the top of Laura's head. She then lightly scoffed upon hearing the "heroic" word. "I'm heroic? Fighting through the Alps to find you hardly garners enough praise for that. But I suppose it's better than being the roommate-from-hell." A joking smile crossed Carmilla's features before she returned her attention to the movie. Okay, so maybe the flick was a bit gruesome. But it'd also be a lie to say that she wasn't at least enjoying the fear-induced cuddling effects it had. "You know...we can change it if you want."
tinyvampirebait
"After everything that’s happened, who would have thought you'd still be scared of horror flicks." With a yawn, Carmilla stretched her arms above her head before resting one around her girlfriend's shoulders. She urged the petite brunette closer to her with a content purr. "Unless of course, this is your little ploy to have us cuddle some more."
“Great!” the tiny brunette wanted to jump up and down in excitement. It had felt like ages since she spent time with Carmilla alone. “Well, since you were so nice to hang out with Lafontaine, you get to decide what we do together tomorrow. But until then…do you want to watch The Avengers with me?”
Carmilla clicked her tongue. “If I had it my way, we’d be going to the talk on Goethe that I wanted to catch. Though I suppose The Avengers would be better than that 50 Shades crap I’ve been hearing about lately. It’s the superhero team, right?”
"Do vampires poop?"
“Seriously, Cupcake? Of all the things to ask, you ask me that?”
“Well, I see you eat normal food all the time so I just wondered what happens to that food after you eat it. I know the blood keeps you alive, but you don’t need to eat human food. So what happens to it? Does it magically disappear? Can your body even process it? Do vampires poop?”
“Um, I’m a vampire, not a rock. Just because we’re you know...undead and all...it doesn’t mean our insides magically change.” A pause. "I can’t believe I’m answering this. Yes. Vampires poop.“
( roommate-from-hell }
❝Has anyone ever told you all that leather kinda makes you look like you’re in one of those zombie movies or something? It’s really badass❞
"...Huh -- That's one I never heard before." The brunette looked up from her book in boredom and pegged the male in front of her as a random Zeta she never met. Kirsh's frat bro perhaps. "What, no spiel about dudescorts? Are you Zeta beefcakes trying to change up greetings or whatever?"
Well, it was worth a shot.
“Okay then. Maybe next year we can try to have a party. So, uh, maybe tomorrow night we could go out? Just you and me?”
Spending times with the lackwits was something she was still getting used to. Lately their recent encounters were’t half bad...had it not been for the fact that she could only take so much idiocy at once. Though being with Laura, just the two of them, sounded far more appealing than some party. “I think I might like that very much.”
Was…was Carmilla actually having fun with her friends? A large, happy smile spread across the small brunette’s face.
“I’m glad you two had a good time. You know what we should do? We should throw a party!”
“As thrilling as that sounds, I said sometimes, Cupcake. Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”
tinyvampirebait
“So what? We had some fun. Even bio-geeks need to let loose sometimes.”
This Is What the Kids Are Saying || roommate-from-hell
"Mircalla, dear, we need ta talk."
"Dammit Mutha, what the fuckz dis all 'bout? yous promised me yo''d leave Laura alone if we listened ta yo' 'bout dat sword. We ain't got time fo' yo shiz, ya feel?"
"Do vampires poop?"
"Seriously, Cupcake? Of all the things to ask, you ask me that?"
Happy 2015!
Happy New Years ladies and gents! I know I'm almost a week late for that, but whatever. As an update, I'm going to be active again since the holidays are over, and shall be slowly going through my drafts pile. /criesoverthesheernumber (even though I cry I'm still excited to do every single drafted thread. Seriously though.) And on the bright side I've finally updated a Verses page as well as a general Rules page since well -- this blog has gotten a lot more followers than I ever imagined it would. Be sure to check that out when you get the chance :D
Runaway AU || roommate-from-hell
"Oh c’mon, Carm," Laura’s words came out a little slurred. "You have a beautiful singing voice.” Before the drunk small brunette could try to convince her roommate further, the perfect song to sing to came on. Laura’s eyes widened in joy and excitement. She clapped her hands happily.
Laura immediately began to sing along to the song Bohemian Rhapsody, getting up to dance as the song wore on. Stares were sent her way but Laura could care less. She was in her own lovely little world where it was just her, the blurry bar, and Carmilla.
SIX MORE SONGS LATER…
She had just finished singing along to Bon Jovi’s Livin’ On A Prayer when Carmilla chimed in with the idea of singing back at their motel room. Laura thought the idea was perfect and followed Carmilla out the door after she had spoken with the bartender. Laura was dancing and singing as they left, ignoring all the patrons who were watching them.
By the time they reached their room, Laura was starting feel the weight of the night. Her singing had stopped and she let out a yawn. “Tonight was action packed! I need to make sure I record it all down before bed.” She waited for Carmilla to open the door and followed her roommate into the motel room. Laura made a beeline for her bag and pulled out her journal and pen.
Laura took a seat on the floor, flipping her journal open to a new, clean page. She then began to write:
It’s been another successful day on our adventure to New York City. We reached the second motel with plenty of time to spare so we spent the rest of the night in a bar across the street. It was a lovely bar. The bartender was very nice and made lots of drinks. The patrons didn’t bother us and Carmilla and I eventually spent the night singing karaoke. Tomorrow night we’re heading out for the next motel. Our food supplies are still pretty good. I don’t remember how much cash I have on me. I don’t know how much blood Carmilla brought with her. But if we run out of supplies I’m sure we’ll figure out a way to replenish. I am tired. Time for bed.
What actually appeared on the page were random scribbles as if Laura was a toddler drawing on a piece of paper. Laura smiled. “There. All done.”
"Oh yeah? And here I thought you gave up the Lois Lane gig when we ditched the computer." Her dark gaze moved to the paper which consisted of nothing but senseless scribbles. But there wasn't much need to correct the blonde of the drunken mishap. It would be far funnier to see her reaction to said 'journal entry' the following morning. No doubt in this moment it was a glorified masterpiece in the little drunk's mind.
Carmila quirked her eyebrows then busied herself with shifting the sheets on the bed. As always, she also included the spare sheets from the closet, as it was no longer a surprise that the tiny blonde was a bedsheet hog. Plus, if things demanded it, she could at least curl up on the floor in relative comfort. Even though the vampire was well...undead, it was still miserable to sleep cold.
Muse Switch || roommate-from-hell
"Why can’t we just celebrate the peasant holiday here, cupcake?"
"C'mon, Carm. It'll fun! And I'm sure many...Non-peasants...celebrate Earth day -- I think." The tiny blonde gave herself a 'did I just say that?' look. "Anyways, maybe you'll find a new love for tree planting?"
thewxlfofsilasuniversity
" We are gathered here today as brothers and sisters not bound by fate, but by the understanding that our survival lies only in harmony." Blaire stood with a smirk playing on her her lips. If they were to survive in this university they would have to get past there differences
"Yeah, the whole handholding going on here isn't really my thing. Let me know when you're done singing Kumbaya." Yet despite her words, Carmilla crossed her arms and continued to listen to the werewolf's assumed mantra.
Little One || Beautifulsoulhighupintheworld
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❛❛ Thanks, I guess. It’s probably a genes thing. My parents are pretty gigantic. ❜❜
"Mama and Papa are big too. I want to grow-up strong like them."