#blindhim

[itssheriffstilinski]

@blindhim​ bc of your post

Okay, so he’s been drinking.                It’s only one drink (well, a double)                             and it’s been a damn long week. 

“--------- I miss talking to you... and I miss your mom.”

[wildlynaiive]

cosmo really about to be out here trying to keep nellie from going to hill house so this leaves me with a question: if nellie doesn’t die in hill house who is the bent neck lady and why is she haunting nellie still?

[consciouspearl]

How sad it is that a deaf ignorant man can slowly kill a stupid blind woman with his simple silence ...

~pearl inci

[hitundo-a]

It’s weird, waking up the way that he does. A confusion comes with it, a question of why he might be waking up at all. Then, the realization that he can’t breathe, and any question of why is gone, replaced with that need for air. Survival instincts come first, and they leave him moving until he can get to pushing up on whatever it is that surrounds him. It turns out to be dirt, packed enough that it takes a few tries before he can break through, light pouring in, and movements only becoming more frantic at the thought that life is not far.

He’s not quite aware of what he’s doing in that moment, movements automatic. Still, he somehow manages to pull himself up from the dirt, and once his head is above dirt, he takes in a deep breath, the kind of breath that made it seem like someone has just realized how great breathing is. For all he knows, in that moment, this could be the first breath he’s ever taken. He’s still not really thinking.

Once he has gotten himself onto solid ground, and he’s gotten air on his lungs, that is the moment when he’s started actually thinking once again. Taking in his surroundings, which includes a person. All that he can do is stare, trying to figure out if this person is familiar, (they aren’t), and then, if they should be. Though, the more he tries to pull for answers, the less he gets.

All he can do is sit and breathe and stare.

@blindhim liked for a starter w/ greyson

[volatilehearted]

sitting here gleefully watching @mieczlw and @blindhim whirl around in a recursive twinski idiot loop with my popcorn <3

[yourbatmxn]

"  okay,  okay,  but  hear  me  out . . ."  stiles  scratches  absentmindedly  at  the  stubble  prickling  his  chin  with  one  hand,  while  the  other  hand  fishes  around,  pretty  much  elbow  deep  in  a  pringles  can,  "salt  and  vinegar  beats  sour  cream  and  onion,  any  day.  NO  CONTEST."

starter for: @blindhim​

[coyotiearch]

↪     @blindhim​​   sent    :      💋  

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦  𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺  𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦,    close  enough  that  she  can  feel  heat  radiating  from  his  body.  Before  she  has  the  chance  to  react,  his  head  dips  and  his  lips  meet  her  own.  The  taste  of  alcohol  on  his  breath  is  the  first  thing  she  notices.  It  sinks  her  heart  into  her  stomach,  but  at  first,  she  does  not  push  him  away.  Perhaps  she  doesn’t  want  to,  perhaps  she  enjoys  the  attention  spared  to  her,  even  if  his  actions  are  obscured  by  alcohol.  Is  it  wrong  to  take  advantage  of  that?  A  few  moments,  she  even  kisses  back   slightly  before  she  rests  palms  flat  against  his  shoulders  and  breaks  their  kiss.           “Cosmo  ...”        his  name  spoken  in  a  breathless  whisper.  She  doesn’t  want  to  discourage  him,  but  at  the  same  time,  she  would  hate  for  him  to  wake  up  the  next  morning  with  regret  in  his  heart.  Her  lips  purse  together  into  a  small  frown  as  she  takes  a  moment  to  search  his  face.  Kiss  me  again,  she  wants  to  say,  but  her  heart  screams  that  she  doesn’t  deserve  it,  that  he  doesn’t  really  want  it.  There  is  a  look  in  his  eyes  that  she  thinks  she  recognises:  he  just  wants  someone  to  want  him  back.  Her  frown  turns  into  a  sad  smile  now  and  she  pats  his  arm  gently.        “Come  on,  you  can  stay  here  tonight.  The  couch  is  comfier  than  it  looks,  I  promise.  

[sundownings-moved]

[ @blindhim​ ] sent ‘sharp threat’

alice raised an eyebrow, oddly calm considering the knife held blade side towards her throat. she made no motion to move his hand or step back from the blade. “what cha gonna do with that?” alice asked, her tone almost sing-songy in nature, shortly followed by a mumbled “under some circumstances this would be hot as hell.”