#bodypossessed

[frenzystoked-aa]

“Yo, you got a lighter?” Purred a silhouette leaning against a tree. The amber light of his blunt flared between his fingers.  “Mine just ran out.”

Clearly, his statement deemed itself disconnected. What use would a second lighter do him?There was, however, a creeping darkness in his eyes that danced with an awfully dangerous gleam. It warranted wits and caution. Joey breathed in aroma of singed leaves then. The high, it beckoned his eyes to close in induced divinity and heightened the anticipation within his bones. He was ready. 

@bodypossessed  liked!

[franks-dirty-blade]

⚡️ "Don't you feel like you've wasted your life? You and your... friends could be out living. Instead, you're stuck here."

Forced Honesty || @bodypossessed || MEME || Accepting

“Wasted my life?”“What life.”

“We never had anything more then each other in that hellhole people try to call ‘society’..”“All of us where either given the fuckin’ backhand, or where put on a pedestal we didn’t want.”

“Susie had a shit home.”“Jules had a worse one.”“Joey had a pressure cooker of a home life”“And i never had one to begin with.”

“How could i waste what was already wasted? Or better yet. What was never given to me?”

“We’re here because we all made mistakes.. yes.”“And mainly i’m to fucking blame.”

“BUT–”“We’re here and we’re together. And that’s all we’ve ever wanted or needed.”“The freedom to be ourselves. Express ourselves. Love ourselves and each other.”

“Things we could never do out there.”

“I don’t think i’ve wasted this life one bit.”

[fearhiimself-a]

@bodypossessed asked:   With the burning fury of a thousand suns, Jesse swings his foot at Krueger's crotch. Who said you needed to use a flashlight to save your fellow survivors?

❝  OOF, that’s gonna hurt like a BITCH in the morning.  ❞      the nightmare was prepared for anything.  he brushes off a pallet being brought down on his head.  he’s kept knives from penetrating his flesh.  but this?  this was a new trick.  and fuck, did it hurt.  not once since becoming the dream demon he was did he react to something so human-like.

❝  say adios to your cajones, jesse; you’re about to get fucking neutered.  ❞

[fromdcpths]

"you dress like an idiot," @ Kramer or Stu, local teen thinks their outfits are dumb

❝  dude, did you ever, like, leave the 80′s?  you’re reeeally one to talk.  ❞

CLUB PENGUIN BANS

[dreadsleep]

*BY KJ           *BY AUSTIN. ABOUT / RULES / ETC. ABOUT / RULES / ETC.

[wholeads-moved-blog]

🧠 + his relationship with his sexuality

@bodypossessed   /   headcanon     meme

                 hhhhh     what     relationship     lmao   .     dwight     grew     up     during     an     incredibly     tumultuous     time     for     gay     people     &&     the     lgbt     community     in     general   .       from     hearing     about     the     three     day     stonewall     riots     of     ‘69     as     a     sexually - repressed     14     year     old   ,     to     experiencing     the     beginning     of     the     aids     epidemic     during     the     early     80s   ,     he’s     seen     nothing     but     negativity     for     gay     people    —     especially     from     his     father   .       the     only     person     he     had     trusted     to     come     out     to     was     his     brother     &&     although     he     never     told     them   ,     his     mother     &&     sisters     had     their     suspicions     as     he     never     seemed     interested     in     girls     in     high     school   .       he     didn’t     show     interest     in     anybody     in     high     school   ;     he     was     terrified     of     becoming     emotionally     attached     to     boys     in     case     he     ended     up     feeling     anything     more     for     them   ,     he     was     terrified     of     girls     becoming     interested     in     him     as     he     wouldn’t     be     able     to     reciprocate     those     feelings   ,     &&     so     instead     he     buried     himself     in     books   .

                 however   ,     due     to     the     fog’s     separate     &&     contained     nature   ,     he     finds     a     unique     personal     freedom     that     he     wouldn’t     be     able     to     experience     otherwise   .       judgement     is     not     found     in     inherent     personal     features     such     as     race   ,     gender   ,     or     sexuality   ,     but     instead     in     words     &&     actions     &&     how     you     treat     your     fellow     survivor   .       given     the     nature     of     their     existences     within     the     fog   ,     discrimination     is     a     big     no - no     &&     the     campfire     is     a     safe     space     for     all   .       he   ,     personally   ,     is     more     comfortable     with     himself        &&     the     idea     of     being     in     a     relationship     with     another     man   .

[sacrisomnia]

🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush?

sex+romance headcanons // only accepting today !!

   🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush?

Rooney Mara 

(his bi ass also probs also had a small crush on like, Gerard Way or smth. y’know, in high school before he realized he liked guys)

[franks-dirty-blade]

♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank

Touch Me || @bodypossessed || MEME || Not Accepting

Pain–Blurring, aching, disorienting pain. It wracked him harder then the pallet that had only momentarily before been slammed on his head, sending him reeling back into a tree. Hitting his head once more before slumping at the base.

This wasn’t how these things usually went. Survivors weren’t supposed to be this strong. Not like this. But as his hood and mask where pushed off of him and his hair was grabbed roughly to be pulled back, he offered nothing but a ice piercing glare. Grey eyes an aggressive neon blue as he stared the other down. His frenzy activating as he seethed in pained anger.

“Get Ø₣₣ Ø₣ ₥Ɇ!”He spewed at the other like a threatened snake spitting venom. Hand still gripping his knife like a lifeline to his very own heart, he lurched upwards and forwards, swinging his arm around until it dug his hunting knife into the wrist of the other. Pinning it into the tree. 

Gaze never shifting as he slowly got up. Teeth bared like the ragged dog of hell he knew he was. Switching hands, he used the one which at one point held the knife to wrap finger’s around Jess’s throat. Tightening it like a noose as his free one grabbed his knife. Ripping it from the other’s arm and the tree it was pinned to, spinning it in his hand until finally plunging it into the other’s chest.

“ ₴₥₳Ɽ₮ ₳₴₴Ɇ₴ ₲Ɇ₮ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ₭łⱠⱠɆĐ JɆ₴₴. ““I ₩ØɄⱠĐ₳ ₮ⱧØɄ₲Ⱨ₮ ɎØɄ ₭₦Ɇ₩ ₮Ⱨ₳₮.“