#diosasbody

[dooweets-blog]

@diosasbody

     “i thought we agreed to meet at the checkpoint.”

[palmburnt-a-blog]

( @diosasbody )

      she’s recounting a story on the phone while riding the marta train, and he’s listening, but the headphones seem to say otherwise. baby is silent, the rhythms of jimi hendrix’s all along the watchtower drowning out the internal noise of his head, and he sees out of the corner of his eyes she’s hung up.

     a beat passes:  ❛ why didn’t you hit him ? ❜

[ungodlygaze-blog]

“  i don’t recall putting in for any requests.  “  clearly unamused at his current company, richie inhales sharply but does nothing to avert an irritated gaze.  “  anything       “  read: anyone.  “  that needs to be taken care of gets done by me.  “    /    @diosasbody*

[steelyknives-blog1]

@diosasbody

      “ oh, is there?? something wrong with the room??? “

[enlumaria]

@diosasbody wants me dead

     IT’S BEEN A WEEK since it happened. You know, the whole werewolf thing. Everything about that night feels like a blur--- he remembers walking back from the subway, remembers showing up at Halley’s apartment the next morning, but everything in between? Gone. It only comes back to him when he sleeps, when he can let his subconscious take over, and every time he wakes up in a cold sweat. For the first time in a while, Rian’s scared, and he doesn’t know who to turn to.

          “You know, right? I saw you looking at me the other day, and I know Halley didn’t tell you. She would’ve told me if she did.”

[dirtypawar-blog]

Monster girls ( @diosasbody )

[jerseymorals-blog]

@diosasbody AYYYYYY

                 ❛     -––– is that real blood or just                  silly ornamentation ?      ❜

                 honestly. he’s known gangsters and he’s known them ostentatious rich folk. end of the day ? there’s a blurred line between all their bullshit.

[lodgetrapped]

     when multiple attempts have been made on your life, it isn’t unreasonable to err on the side of caution when you’re out on your own. when you’re in a crowd, you mind the faces and movements of those around you. when you’re in your home, you peer through the peephole before answering the door and only open the door so wide.

     and when you’re on a walk in the middle of the night, you mind the pair of eyes peering back at you from the side of the trail. they’re a glassy shade of sea-green ( not just the irises -- the whole damn eye ), and when dale tilts his head, glint reflectively. in a best case scenario, they belong to a doe.

     and in a worst case scenario, a bear.

     he removes the flashlight from his belt and clicks it on, pointing it where the animal’s feet would hypothetically be. he expects hooves and paws and claws, but is taken aback to find only a smart pair of women’s shoes -- and, when he moves his flashlight beam up, the woman they belong to.

     dale exhales shortly, in such a way it sounds like a hybrid between a staccato laugh and relieved sigh, and smiles. his unoccupied hand raises in a friendly wave.

     “ there’s nothing quite like a brisk walk on a summer’s evening, is there? ”

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