#defensivesarcasm

[drittegeist]

@defensivesarcasm ♥’d this for a starter. 

′ honestly ?? there isn’t a thing i hate more than modern technology. damn. it’s just so confusing, don’t even get me started. i’m just an ol’ man, right ?? ′

[traaaaaaaaashy]

give me an oceans group verse or give me death

[multamusae-archive-blog]

texting with jules. –– @defensivesarcasm​

          ( nessa ) ⟶ hey kid.           ( nessa ) ⟶ you don’t have to check up on me. I’m not dead yet.

[melodyoflights-archive]

@defensivesarcasm  liked for an OC!

        “Who are you?” Dusica’s voice comes out as slightly aggressive, perhaps it’s a little unfair as she is the one intruding on the other, her hand clutched around a small black box and other hand hovering only centimeters from a hiding spot of a knife. 

[stillhavespots-a]

❥

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

It was dark outside, and the only light source in Normans and Nessa’s living room was coming from their television, playing a news channel or something alike. Norman was sat on the couch, and he tried to focus on the news but slowly his eyes were starting to shut, just like Nessa’s already were. She was sprawled over the couch, legs resting on his lap. The slightest snore could be heard when Norman didn’t try to pay attention to the screen.  His cats were gathered around them. Turing was settled on the armrest next to him and Hopper on Nessa’s stomach. 

Slowly he could feel himself sinking further into the old leather. There was something about a war on telly? No, it was something about politics? Perhaps? 

     Nessa’s breathing sounded so peaceful and Norman could feel his own breathing matching up to it as gravity pulled him to lay down on the other side of the couch, which made their legs crossed over each other. 

   cats purring & soft snoring & politics on the news & the smell of their old leather couch

                        SAFE ENOUGH TO FALL ASLEEP                   and FAMILIAR ENOUGH TO CALL HOME.

[flxbber]

@defensivesarcasm from ( here )

Already, there is a smile, his expression growing soft. Maybe it was the prospect of making a cake, or maybe it was the fact that he’d have someone to share it with. Everything was better if there was good company.

“--I’d be insulted if you didn’t.” There was a short pause, smile     growing into a grin as he pushed his sleeves up. “Now, what     kind of cake do you like?”

[traaaaaaaaashy]

💜‘d for a thing starter call with @defensivesarcasm

    “ Promise you won’t hex me or some shit...”

She didn’t really want to fess up. Not that she really thought Nessa would judge her, hopefully. 

If this was the other way around Alex would try and be as open minded as possible but of course there was a stigma about the whole blood sucking thing. So far it had only been her brother who had to deal with the fallout of having a newly-chaned vampire around.

    “ I might’ve accidentally nearly died whilst you were away?” She laughed, trying to play it off as a joke. No harm done, I’m just sort of undead now so there’s that. “I mean, upside is no more visions or vitamin B deficiency. Downside is no running at sunrise and a serious lack of garlic in my diet.”

No talking to her strictly magial parents, no spells, no breathing. There were some serious draw backs even if she didn’t want to admit it- but being alive even if it din’t count as real life was something.

    “ I’m not going to eat you or anything, been pretty good at the self-control so far...”

[our-universeunfolding-blog]

Raise A Glass With Nessa

John had noticed Nessa’s despondence despite the effort she’d seemed to exert to hide her worry. He could only begin to imagine what she could be feeling.

He put what he hoped to be a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Nessa, Sebastian is a good soldier and a good man. He’ll be raising a glass with us soon enough and then the lot of us will drink and sing until the barkeep kicks us out--or until Hamilton starts a fight. It’s a toss-up as to which would come first.” He hoped throwing in some humor would lighten her mood, if only by the smallest bit.