#fucking fireworks

[lookninjas]

918.

sometimes just feels like all these little explosions can't possibly let off enough steam to stop the big one coming, you know?

[kojoonsuh]

[barefootbaltimore]

Ah yes time for Frighten all my Cats Hours

[ryhsrunner]

Going to sleep at 5 is actually totally cool and not at all unhealthy.

[sleepyphiliax]

According to the people in my neighborhood, its been new years eve for more than a week now. 🙄

[spidersins]

Gripping Angel by his coat lapels, the radio demon pulls him in. Hard. Sharp grin across his features, a mixture of irritation and spite shows through his eyes. Then, Alastor presses their lips together; now it could be taken as a sign of passion but this is purely out of spite and annoyance of the other’s actions and maybe something else as well. Bart needed to be taught a lesson after all. Alastor can’t quite decide what he wants from Angel as he pulls away from the kiss. Grip still very much in place.

“Now will you stop being such a brat?.”

angel's eyes widen in surprise, his snarky comment cut off as alastor's lips pressed against his, his body stiffening momentarily. the intense, palpable energy radiating from alastor stirred something deep within him, almost instinctively his own lips began moving against alastor's with surprising fervour. he felt the pressure of alastor's grip, the sharp edge of his irritation, and something else—something magnetic that drew him in despite the raw aggression.

as the other pulled away angel found himself breathless, heart pounding in his chest. he was vaguely aware of alastor's grip still on his jacket, the dominant hold sending a pleased thrill down the spiders body.

his eyes locked with the other man, ceres hues searching the radio demon's for some kind of explanation. it was the challenge in alastor's words that made angel's features shift to an expression of understanding, eyes widening. then his lips curved into a smirk, tongue flitting out to lick his lower lip, almost tasting the lingering bitterness of alastor's spite.

❛ stop bein' a brat? ❜ the sinner's voice was a sultry whisper, laced with a playful challenge. ❛ maybe if ya keep kissin' me like that i'll think about it. ❜

his smirk remained, gloved fingers trailing up alastor's arms, his gaze never breaking from the radio demon's eyes, the challenge clear. he'd been kissed out of spite before - hell, every time val kissed him in front of vox it was for that - but there was something about alastor's intensity that made him crave more, even if he couldn’t quite understand why.

[flyingpochama948]

I hate my neighbors

[riotleviathan]

i'm in the "soft open" phase of coming out