#bvlldog

[altversehq-blog]

・ﾟ✧* - is that BEX TAYLOR-KLAUS? No, that’s just AUDREY JENSEN from MTV's SCREAM. She is EIGHTEEN and is said to be SARDONIC & STRAIGHTFORWARD but also BRAVE & INDEPENDENT. [shantel, 19, mst, she/her]

welcome to seattle, audrey!! you have eighteen hours to send in your account!! if you need an extension, don’t hesitate to ask!!

[vaaqilante-blog]

[text] So I went to buy alcohol for the third time this week and the cashier said he was pretty sure I had a “problem” glad I realized I’m a shopaholic!

                       TEXT MESSAGE MEME     (accepting)

[ blueberry bitch☠️ ]:   you’re an icon to us all, chlorissa price.

[ blueberry bitch☠️ ]:   although i think he was referring to the fact that you bought three bottles of alcohol this week and did not share any with me.  because i completely understand where he’s coming from.

[ blueberry bitch☠️ ]:   it’s a little ironic that that came from a liquor store employee, though.

   @bvlldog

[xpipergreenmantle]

🔫🍓  @bvlldog

“god, i know right? sooo insensitive of the neighbors to set their place on fire at, like, 6am. i am NOT happy about it.”

[ragdxlls-blog]

rough touch.

meme || no mas!! || @bvlldog

5. Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

she had been called cautious many times, but never CARELESS. sally had tried very hard never to be careless. however, she assumed that if she was going to be careless, it would be in the safety of her hometown, with her LOVER. with friends and safety nets and someone, ANYONE she could call on.

yet, here she was, being careless, with no safety nets, and very FEW friends.

one of the benefits of living with kavinsky was that he introduced her to many, many unique feelings that one could only have as a human. dolls did not drink, or take magic pills, so accordingly, they did not find themselves alone at bars very often. yet here she was, sitting alone at one of the booths, fingers clutched around a gin and tonic or an old fashioned or WHATEVER the man at the bar had BOUGHT her this go round. men were ALWAYS buying her drinks at the bar. she had to pay for very little, in fact. at least none had come to her EXPECTING anything, however.

she was happy sitting in her drunken haze, content to just enjoy how weightless her body felt in this moment, until she saw a FLASH of blue. blue she recognized, though she could not put a name to it. perhaps someone kavinsky had brought home, once or TWICE. in any case she had to know. so she had struggled to remove herself from the booth, fingers gingerly reaching out for the blue-haired girl. 

she was aware how she appeared, stumbling and RED CHEEKED and bright eyed. but she had to KNOW. she had to know. so her pale fingers wrapped around her arm, and she could immediately feel that SAME foggy feeling anytime she got a vision. NOT NOW, she pleaded with her body as she began to shake. NOT NOW. but it was too late. she already saw it, the WHIRLWIND, as awesome as it was TERRIFYING, headed towards the little town. but she was to drunk to verbalize it. she was too drunk to do ANYTHING but let that one solitary tear— she wasn’t sure if it was because of the confusion or SADNESS— slide down her flushed cheek. 

she didn’t even realize the other had grabbed her arm, was glaring at her nervously, like she WASN’T sure what to make of sally. her fingers tightened around sally’s bicep, and sally turned her dark eyes up to the other, trying to think of a way to VERBALIZE what she was thinking. silly. the only thing that popped out of her mouth was; “ you know kavinsky, don’t you? “

[svckanegg]

“You’ll NEVER understand that kind of pain.” ( beth // @youjcrks )

random quotes meme // accepting // @youjcrks​

    even now, ashley isn’t wholly convinced beth isn’t some sort of nightmare. a ghost even?? anything would make more sense than the alternative – of course anything would have made more sense than hannah turning into a cannibalistic monster who wanted them all dead too so. hell if ashley knows a damn thing anymore. 

   ‘ i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, beth. i can’t even begin to imagine how horrible…’ she trails off, breath hitching as she begins to clam up. she’s a coward, that’s never changed.her voice trembles even now, body shaking as she curls into herself and unconsciously steps farther from her once friend. ‘ we didn’t know. we never could have imagined things going so south. it was dumb, beth. so stupid. we feel horrible. please, you have to understand –’

   ashley isn’t dumb enough to finish that thought. beth doesn’t have to understand anything. what’s done is done already.

[lynbvrn]

❝ You see, that why i don’t let people close, you only get burned. ❞ ( beth // @youjcrks )

“i have a feeling you might be thinking about candles there. fireworks, camp fires, birthday cakes. stoves? either that or you need to stop hanging out with pyromaniacs.”

@youjcrks

[vuulpecula]

“I’m not going to hurt you, Fox. It’s all right now, it’s all right.”

toxic relationship/friendship meme | accepting | @bvlldog

      “Everyone says that,” Fox whispered, her gaze not lifting from the same patch of floor she’d been staring at for the last hour. Thin limbs compacted each other into the smallest place she could find in her room, between her bed and desk. Being stuck in such a small place felt calming, there wasn’t enough room for things to break apart, chaos couldn’t ensue if it had no room to grow, yet her heart hadn’t stopped pounding. Over and over and over again, veins and arteries pressed against skin so rapidly it made everything a c h e.

      It was cold there, next to the baseboard, a place where heat couldn’t reach. The cold reminded her of Russia, it reminded her of home and her small space there. An empty closet too shallow for winter coats. She’d made it her own, laying blankets on the floor, rigging up lights that didn’t always work, and packing it full with picture books and found objects. In there, with the door closed, she was safe. In her room here, there was no door to close her in, no door to keep others out. She was exposed and vulnerable, it frightened her. “It’s me, it’s my fault, there’s something wrong with me and it makes people – “ The pupils of her eyes moved, as if searching for the answers in the wood of the floor. Her eyes were opened wide, pulled that way by fear, anxiety, traumatic stress, the list was endless. Someone else’s words surfaced on her tongue. “I ruin people, there’s something wrong inside me, and it ruins everyone.” 

[laquea-blog]

           ‘ you must be chloe, right ? ‘ the girl peers out of the door frame, figure shrouded in oversized hospital scrubs. max had visited earlier, warmth and security still apparent as she beamed at the other. ‘ i’ve heard so much about you ! ‘ / @bvlldog