#dreamsofdrowning

[drwxst-archived-blog]

       ❝ isn’t life just a series of        chemical reactions ?? ❞

[manxrslave-archive-blog]

You can tell a lot about a person from their music. Hit shuffle on your Ipod, MP3 Player, etc. and put the first 10 songs! One rule, no skipping! Tag 10 people and pass it on!

REPOST. DON’T REBLOG!!!!

tagged by: dreamsofdrowning

Creep - Radiohead

Guilty - Claudia Brucken (L.A. Noire OST yep)

Words As Weapons - Seether

Set Fire To The Rain - Adele

This Is War - 30 Seconds To Mars

Mission District - The Black Angels

Rumble And Sway - Jamie N Commons

Old Friend - Hopsin

Happy - Marina and the Diamonds

Ugly Side - Blue October

Tagging: intellectandwill painxbeauty detenue maatushka geneticfreakofnature thatparasite literalwordvomit chosefamily cubism-as-medicine utxpian

[manxrslave-archive-blog]

strength, tower, judgement

Tarot Card Asks

Strength: how impulsive are you?

It greatly depends on how emotional he is. If Jack is angry, he loses almost all sense of logic. He can usually reclaim his mind quickly, but sometimes this is not the case. Splicer Jack is 100% impulsive. 

Tower: what do you most want to change about yourself?

Verse dependent. Good Jack wants to erase all his fear. How can he be a good role model when he can’t forget his past? Neutral Jack would change his past. He hates himself for the horrible sins he’s committed. Bad Jack would change everything. 

judgement: how confident are you in yourself?

( X )

[aviscerated]

ツ

ツ - A guilty desire of theirs

Assuming it isn't something generically innocent (like wanting a clean house or something), pretty much all of his desires fall under the "guilty" category. For brevity's sake I'll just say that boarding school kind of did a number on him and leave it at that. 

The thing about Kyle that's actually kind of funny is that he's a hopeless romantic - I mean just the gooiest, most idealistic kind you can imagine - and so consequently he has frequent fantasies about falling in love. Of course, the caveat is that he sort of knows in his heart of hearts that he isn't exactly going to fall in love with a woman, so his guiltiest desire is craving romance and not even pretending it's straight romance he wants so bad. 

[manxrslave-archive-blog]

☠ ツ

☠:Their worst habit.

Certainly his rampant drug abuse. If not that, it would be the smoking or drinking. 

ツ:A guilty desire of theirs.

Jack really has too many to list. A desire he denies and totally hides is that he wants to escape Rapture. He wants to go somewhere bright and warm but… He wants to pretend he stays in Rapture because he likes it..? 

[hector-goddamn-rodriguez]

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Send ⊙ for a 6 song soundtrack: Hector & Teagan

1. Let’s Fall In Love—Mother Mother [x]

The stupid does it, the ugly do itOnly the unlucky of us get to do itLet’s fall in love, let’s fall in love.

2. Friend is a Four Letter Word—Cake [x]

Call me morbid or absurd But to me, coming from youFriend is a four letter word.

3. Blame it on Me—Cosmo Jarvis [x]

And it’s so nice to see you now, playing by the seaWithout a single worry now, just blame it all on meBlame it on me until the sun sets, blame it on me and all my kind.

4. Truce—The Dresden Dolls [x]

I am the ground zero ex-friend you orderedDisguised as a hero, I’ll get passed your bordersI know when I’m wanted, and I’ll leave when you ask me to.

5. Escape—Muse [x]

You would say anything, you would try anythingTo escape your meaningless, and your insignificanceYou’re uncontrollable, and we’re unloveable.

6. Get Down Make Love—Queen/Nine Inch Nails [x]

Every time I get high, you wanna cool downYou say it’s enough, in fact it’s too muchEvery time I wanna get down, make love.

[hector-goddamn-rodriguez]

[dreamsofdrowning]

Hector wakes with a silent start, chest heaving as if he's been starved for air. The dark, icy waters of his nightmares always feel so real, and rival the ache in his lungs against the routine one in his head. As he calms, he notes the cool sweat pooled beneath the small of his back. It's especially uncomfortable against a foreign leather sofa, its wine red cushions too plump and pristine to merit any real comfort for a restless drunk. Just how he found his way on to it the night before is quite the mystery. Though, a missing shirt and discarded bottle of Fine Gin do provide some insight.  The disciple's stomach lurches with there mere idea of sitting up. Instead, coal eyes reluctantly blink open to survey the room, either for a sign of life or a courtesy dose of aspirin. There's neither to be found, and Hector gives a defeated huff as he's forced to accept another lonely, inevitable hangover.  Thankfully, the windows are still drawn shut, and the cerulean light of the morning cannot yet mock his sensitivities as he attempts to roll off the couch--'attempt' being the key word. Lingering nausea quickly pushes him back flat against the sweat-soaked leather, leaving Hector to whine, or perhaps barter with a God he's never actually believed in.

His ears perk up as something stirs in the hall. At least, he hopes that's the case. He hopes harder as the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee dances past his nose, bringing his sandpaper dry mouth to water. It takes what little will he has to sit up and peer over the sofa, brows lifted towards the silhouette cast on the adjacent wall. A mild slur still clings to the words "Mornin' sunshine."

[delusionsofmotherhood-blog]

+ dreamsofdrowning

An offended gasp passes through Judith's lips as she snatches the cigarette from between his lips and snuffs it out on the wall with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to smoke around expecting mothers? It's just rude, inconsiderate and I ought to smack you upside the head for that!" she pauses before she gathers herself only to hand the butt back to him.

"Smoking is bad for you to...you know...puts a lot of gunk in your lungs."