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Going to haunted, abandoned places was something Marc loved ever since he was a teenager. The thrill and danger of it brought the rebellious teen joy back then, and he couldn’t help but crave it even now, especially as he didn’t do it as often. However, now was one of those times he was able to go, and he chose a haunted house a little ways down from his own.
He had spent a good twenty minutes at the house without being really disturbed. Of course, the fear of something happening was there, but that was pretty much it. Then, he had bumped into someone. The light he had making it not clear if it was even a person at first, he couldn’t help but spew every curse word in the book at first.
“Ah shit- shit, fuck, god… dammit…”
And then, he realized it was just a person. Great, how would he explain that?
“I’m… really sorry about that. I got scared.”
careful steps are taken to ensure little to no disturbance of the decaying building around him. his primary focus was duck in , take some pictures , maybe communicate with the rumored restless spirits , and leave. what he didn’t expect was to come across another living being.
cassius quietly makes his way to the figure. uncertainty remains high as the chance of them being dangerous remains unknown. a quick movement from the other male gives him no chance to step out of his way.
the loud outburst causes him to stumble backwards , he’s blinded by the light. ❝ SHIT. sorry? ❞ he raises a hand to cover his eyes. ❝ i guess it’s my fault i scared you?? ❞ embarrassment seeps from his sheepish response.
LIZ ✧ ABITTANGLEDUP
“oh they got you too didn’t they. interesting.” flopping into the seat across from him and nearly sinking into it’s less then pleasant embrace. “one day i’m going to chuck that record across the room. watch it shatter….” another pause to chew on her bottom lip. was that how she looked….whenever she came back from therapy, after sessions where they tried to convince her that she was the one who had murdered those people… her case had been far overshadowed by the bloody face murders but still here she was. at least they let her help out when the doctor needed it….
although he also gave her the heebie-jeebies….he stared a bit too long and was a bit too tall for her liking, but the knowledge she was able to soak up was unquestionably useful.
“does that mean i can talk your ear off and you’re not going to respond to a single thing i say….great… y’know one of these days i’m going to get a decent conversation out of someone.”
he blinks a couple of times. his hand reaches to scratch the back of his neck and then supports his head as he rests it upon the arm of the chair. there’s no doubt she’s talking to him now. blue eyes narrow in a weak attempt to focus on her.
it’s taking a lot more effort to do something else besides nodding. there’s a quick second where he wets his lips in hopes of being prepared to say anything. his thoughts are still hazy , but he’s trying.
❝ please don’t shatter the record. ❞
there’s the smallest trace of CONCERN displayed across his features. without the music , he’s left alone to face the voices he hears.
@abittangledup ; s.c.
unfocused eyes seem to rest upon the nothingness in front of him. in such a state , he can only nod to the overplayed tune that carries itself through the heavy air. he’s DETACHED of his surroundings.
there’s a shuffle in front of his seat on the couch , but it’s not enough to garner any real attention. his dull gaze meets the person standing before him. they’re speaking to him , no words make it through.
he responds with a simple head tilt.
@whatagloriousstainsir ; s.c.
pale digits stained CRIMSON shake from the lack of adrenaline left in the poor boy’s frame. he’s rocking back and forth slowly ; his wide , blue eyes are glued to the contrasting colors that paint the scene before him. WHAT HAS HE DONE? the spirits are laughing at him now. he’s such a FOOL to listen to their whispers.
the sound of the door opening pulls him from the trance. his voice , weak and shaky , calls desperately to whomever has entered. ❝ ----PLEASE HELP ME. i don’t know what i have d o n e... ❞
[STARTER CALL]
( DON’T LET ME BE GONE. )
MISS HAZEL EVERS ★ WHATAGLORIOUSSTAINSIR
“ Of course, dear, it would be my pleasure. Do you remember your room number?” she asked. She had seen him at the bar, and she couldn’t help but feel curious about this young man. She hoped that she could find out more about him.
“ I know this isn’t my place to say, but you should be more careful. This hotel is quite dangerous, you wouldn’t want someone to catch you when you’re the most vulnerable”
eyes widen then narrow upon hearing the woman’s ominous statement. an inkling of clear thoughts scratch the back of his mind , they warn him to be CAREFUL. but they’re dismissed quickly as a side effect of the liquor. words process slowly , cassius can only nod his head. shaky hands reach into coat pockets , hoping to find a key. fingers clasp onto cool metal as he pulls out his find. no time is wasted as he hands it over to the woman.
❝ i hope this is fine. ❞
HEATHER ★ MYTHXCBITCH
“ Don’t play stupid with me. “
Her hands rested on her hips again. Foot tapping impatiently against the freshly waxed floors. Their shine reflecting nicely off her shoes, almost like the glistening white her teeth had. She spoke again this time with a dangerously wide smile.
“ I take special care so I know WHO hears what and YOU were on that list somehow? “
crystalline hues narrow as he crunches on another potato chip. the plastic bag loudly crinkles as his grip tightens in IRRITATION. now he rolls his eyes , he’s clearly tired of her little game. but what other choice does he have than to utter a response she is expecting? ( TRICK QUESTION. there is no other choice. )
❝ ALRIGHT. so maybe i heard a little rumor involving a certain someone... but why are you so concerned? no one wants to listen to the school’s NOBODY even when the rumors involve the people who are higher up on the metaphorical food chain. ❞
° * ———— RIVERDALE SENTENCE STARTERS.
’ What? Sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world. ’ ’ Can I borrow the truck for the drive-in? ’ ’ Ah okay. Isn’t there a nice gay kid at your school? ’ ’ We both know what goes in those woods. ’ ’ Alright. No cruising guys tonight. ’ ’ I learned that from the Nancy Drew detective handbook. ’ ’ What would your Holy Roller mother say about this, _____? ’ ’ And where did you get those thigh-high boots? They’re amazing. ’ ’ My type? Definitely. ’ ’ But you’ve got more demons than The Exorcist. ’ ’ Is it true what they say about your dad? ’ ’ Does everyone here know? ’ ’ That he’s the devil incarnate? I stand by my father. ’ ’ I’m asking you now, right now, if you love me, or even like me? ’ ’ I can’t give you the answer you want. ’ ’ I’ve never been good enough for you. ’ ’ I’ll never be good enough for you. ’ ’ You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you. ’ ’ That’s where I was living before. ’ ’ Why the hell aren’t you living at home? ’ ’ Truth is things aren’t great at home. ’ ’ He/she keeps promising that he/she will get his/her act together. ’ ’ Screw that! Live with me. ’ ’ It’s temporary. I’m going to figure something out. ’ ’ Just don’t tell anybody, especially not _____. ’ ’ She’s/he’s not going to care. ’ ’ Well, exactly. Don’t tell her/him either. ’ ’ Why did you leave the home? ’ ’ You could’ve really hurt yourself. ’ ’ I couldn’t just stay there, waiting for someone who was never going to show. ’ ’ I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything. ’ ’ Why don’t you just stay here? ’ ’ They made that very clear, and that’s not what I want. ’ ’ There’s no more stigma. ’ ’ You don’t know what they’ll do. ’ ’ I won’t have my baby raised in a home that doesn’t want it. ’ ’ I cannot lose you again. ’ ’ I’m not kidding, the clothes off our backs. ’ ’ Like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. ’ ’ And you want my help to give it to your boy/girlfriend? ’ ’ I was going to apologize to you. ’ ’ Honey, I can’t agree to that. ’ ’ I don’t want any part of it. ’ ’ You weren’t at the drive-in. ’ ’ Where were you? ’ ’ You think that he/she has the stomach for that?! ’ ’ You’re sounding crazy just like your sister/brother. ’ ’ I didn’t get the memo we were adding another voice to the mix. ’ ’ So that makes me…what then…backup? ’ ’ I mean, you were just doing this as a favor to me, right? ’ ’ You literally have zero loyalty. ’ ’ Everyone else is…disposable. ’ ’ You know…maybe it’s not such a bad thing to try a new voice? ’ ’ You know how your father feels about pop music. ’ ’ I understand, and I won’t. ’ ’ Because if you do, he/she will somehow blame me. ’ ’ I feel like I don’t even know who my mom and dad are anymore. ’ ’ Is this your playing hand? ’ ’ And yet, stop punishing yourself while you’re at it. ’ ’ I got slammed because I didn’t know the play. ’ ’ You know, I endorse this. ’ ’ I’ve had my seven minutes of heaven with ________. ’ ’ God knows what you’d say. Something to humiliate us? ’ ’ Every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. ’ ’ Linked in death even as they were in life. ’ ’ It’s off-brand and it sends a false message of acceptance. ’ ’ You got a date? ’ ’ There is no record of her/him before that. ’ ’ Facebook, her/him Linked In account…they were all created a year ago. ’ ’ Where did you find all this? ’ ’ The deep web, the dark internet. ’ ’ Check it, it’s all online…simple Googling. ’ ’ What’s happening out there? ’ ’ What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me? ’ ’ Do we know? Is it about me? ’ ’ You do you, girl/boy. I’ll be back. ’ ’ What was it like before she/he got here? ’ ’ What was it like before she/he got here? I honestly cannot remember. ’ ’ No longer lactose intolerant, I see. ’ ’ Oh, you don’t even know, do you? ’ ’ The things they’re saying about your daughter/son at school? ’ ’ Slut-shaming. It’s what they call it when sluts get shamed. ’ ’ You should be writing about the real story. ’ ’ And who shot that gun on July 4? ’ ’ What the hell is a “Sticky Maple”? ’ ’ No, _______, it’s a slut-shaming thing. ’ ’ I’m neither a slut nor am I going to be shamed by someone. ’ ’ Does he/she really think he/she can get away with this? ’ ’ Does he/she not know who I am?! ’ ’ I will cut the brakes on his supped-up phallic symbol. ’ ’ I need you to tell me the truth about something. ’ ’ Will he/she be able to make a living at it? ’ ’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? ’ ’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? Because of the autopsy? ’ ’ We don’t need to do this in front of your classmates. ’ ’ No, that won’t be necessary. ’ ’ Back to no texting. What about you? ’ ’ I’m back to being the shallow, toxic rich bitch who ruins everything in her path. ’ ’ Is this…how you feel about…is it real? ’ ’ It is. It is real. Maybe it’s not right, but it’s real. ’ ’ I’m “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but this place is strictly “In Cold Blood.” ’ ’ I’m filled with dread. ’ ’ Game changer - ________ got hot! ’ ’ Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’ ’ He’s got abs now. Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’ ’ Is cheerleading still a thing? ’ ’ Is being the gay best friend still a thing?! ’ ’ What is a “Chock'lit Shoppe” and why does it sell burgers?! ’ ’ We are all on the spectrum but my gay-o-meter says you should stick with what you know best…girls/boys. ’
❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈
old yellow bricks // arctic monkeys
Kill Your Darlings
Do me a favor, B. Bring some Oxys, alright?
VERONICA ★ DEADWALKED
“ a coke, sure, anything else with that? if you buy a cheeseburger combo you’d get more for a buck more. – ”
oh. well.
his question grants a flicker of sapphire eyes to the other sitting on the booth below her. giving a small smile, she nods a bit scribbling his order onto her pad.
“ westerburg? yeah, i go there. i have my job here when school’s out. ”
❝ ---ACTUALLY i think i’m fine with what i just ordered. ❞
he sucks in a breath as he nods his head once again. he only casts a glance towards the door as it rings to signal the arrival of another person , a small , but deflated look is directed towards restless hands.
❝ well now i know for sure. we could definitely stay and bitch about that HELLHOLE of a place... but i would hate to keep you from doing your JOB. ❞
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