#blackmcmba

[thegucst-blog]

@blackmcmba || cont from here

The FLASHING lights and loud music would’ve been enough to give anyone a pounding MIGRAINE but the former soldier remained in his seat, gaze FIXATED on an older man standing adjacent to what seemed to be the VIP section of the club. He’d been watching him for a while now, thinking perhaps he could HIRE one of the dancers to lure him into a room so he can KILL him. His thoughts had been DISRUPTED when a woman sat down on his lap, COBALT hues focusing on her. “Yes. New to town, actually. Yourself?”

[brassbuilt-a]

blackmcmba replied to your post: new icon & mobile header!!

gorgeous c:

thank you !!

[idontkillorphans]

(ง'̀-'́)ง

Send me (ง'̀-'́)ง to engage my muse into a fist fight.

“Now hold on I ain’t hitting no woman.”

[dcublecross-archived]

@blackmcmba

why the hell are you so great and why the hell haven’t we done anything? how dare you anon me when we follow each other on two blogs!

[thegucst-blog]

blackmcmba replied to your post:

YOU GO!!

thank u so much!!!!

[altruistichealer]

❝Take it easy, you just passed out.❞

angsty first meetings | accepting

her eyes go wide with an incredulous expression, confusion overtaking her features as she found herself settling on the woman near her. it’s foggy— or at least her head is, and it’s only then that she feels the pulsing in her mind, each movement of trying to get up from her place on the ground sends nausea through her entire being.

panic begins to set in as she tries to remember just what in the world happened. zoey was in a foreign place— did she get hit on the head ? or drugged ? who really knows, but everything along with her anxiety makes the world around her feel too real & she finds herself uncomfortable in her own skin.

slow breaths…a hand moves to her heart & the redhead notices its racing incredibly. her words are caught in her throat but she struggles once more to get up, only ending up clinging to the wall barely even lifting herself up.

she’s so weak.

❝ w-where…am…i ? ❞

[johnwikk-blog1]

*slides a plate of cookies over*

ooc: