#drinkxtrolley

[wildtype]

❛ don’t give me tha’ look. i know you don’t approve this but i gott’ do it. ❜

drinkxtrolley.

[kingswxman]

+1

drinkxtrolley

❝Le’s jus’--not, ‘kay? ‘Ow ‘bout a drink?❞

[obvscosima-blog]

drinkxtrolley replied to your post:

yes i know you do but the freaking avenger ob group verse. i miss it. then i started like a talk about possibilities for an x-men verse. cal as wolverine omG

that group verse was the bOMB oh my god good times man good times

and dude the x-men were my life as a kid holy shit WHO WOULD COSIMA BE THOUGH??? I’M TRYING TO THINK AND THERE ARE SO MANY POSSIBILITIES?!?!?!

[obvscosima-blog]

remember.... *whispers* cosima as spiderman xD

YESSSSSSSS

FUN FACT: I HAVE A SPIDEY!COSIMA VERSE (◕‿◕✿)

[hookahpiller]

drinkxtrolley (x)

“ Seriously dude, tell people to be fucking Gandhi and they leave all the spoils for you to take.” Maybe she shouldn’t have stolen that little red pill from Felix’s bathroom and mixed it with tequila.  “ Dude....when did you grow fur on your face? Are you a werewolf?”

[delphiines-blog]

“Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.”

                                                       MEME.

          a hand is held up to silence him as she strains to hear over his lilt,           but she makes out nothing.    maybe he has super human hearing;           or  maybe  the  sound of her own blood pumping is far too  loud  in           her                                                                                                          ears.

          and despite all evidence that should point her to the contrary, she           TRUSTS him.                  so she lowers the hand use to cut him off,           grabbing onto his arm instead.    ❛ then we should get going.    i           would        rather        not        be       here       when        they        are. ❜

[formypainandsuffering]

drinkxtrolley is following formypainandsuffering Vic pounds on the door, drenched from the downpour outside, his shirt sticking to him uncomfortably. "Felix!" He shouts pounding on the door again. "Come on Felix, open the door!" His voice crackles a bit. He lowers his hand waiting a second or two, then speaks once more. "Please?" His voice breaks.