#fuckshark

[diamondeluxe]

fuckshark started following you

Ah, yes. Very classy title, Three.

[fouramour]

fuckshark started following you

which definition of fuck is being used here?

[dilldaydreamer-blog]

fuckshark started following you

...not sure if spam bot or...a very involved shark appreciator...

[rifleshotsandflowerpots-blog]

@fuckshark started following you

huh. a pleasure to meet you?? :O

[beatconductor-blog]

@fuckshark replied to your photo: “hella sick bday loot you all earned yourself the right to be honored...”:

what the fuck i want that coat im jealous

im gonna live in that thing for the rest of winter

ill just fuse with it

the sweat will be my adhesive

youll have to peel me out of it when it gets boiling in summer

[beatconductor-blog]

+ @fuckshark

i dont know what planet youre from but now im rock hard over those shades youre wearing in your icon hot damn

[trac3]

fuckshark: 

You had just arrived in front of the bathroom door said boyfriend was hiding behind, totally out of breath but willing to give your everything to help him calm down when you suddenly felt the weirdest sensation on your neck.

At first you just stood there, dumbfounded. Then the pain set in and shit did it hurt like a motherfucker. You couldn’t stop the pained and surprised gasps leaving your moth if you tried. Your hands automatically moved up to grab your neck and you suddenly felt something wet and warm on them. You knew exactly what that was, the metallic smell alone gave it easily away. Blood. Your blood. You were bleeding out, neck cut open by and invisible knife you could have never seen coming.

You didn’t even notice Traco’s boyfriends yelling something, one of them…maybe two? You weren’t sure were at your side to catch your fall in a matter of seconds. You hadn’t even noticed yourself slipping. This felt so unreal like the kind of bad dream you wake up from drenched in sweat only to ask yourself “What the fuck what this bullshit about???”.

Yes thats’s pretty much what you felt like with some shock and panic mixed in. No no no you had just said earlier that you didn’t want to die just yet!

You were sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning against the locked door, very well aware that this was only little protection. A mere door wouldn’t stop the greyfaces from hurting you or your boyfriends. You could swim far out into the ocean and they’d still find a way to destroy everything. But you had to try.

Your friends were worried, of course. With those suggestions the anon made, you’d be too. You wouldn’t play along though. They played enough with you. They’d have their way, in one way or another. And they sure did.

Suddenly, there was yelling outside. Not the open the door kind, but the panicy, someone is hurt kind.

“No no no no no....” You whisper,  face buried in your hands, scared, angry, desperate. It was the greyfaces fault, not yours. Not yours. And yet, again someone you love got hurt just because of you. You just stare at your hands for a moment, wishing so badly that it was just a bad dream, but it didn’t end.

With a “FUCK” you jump up, tear open the door and... see Trace lying there on the floor, blood pouring out of him. The others are already all over him, trying their best to stop the bleeding. You all had enough experience with bites and laceration, but rarely something this bad. 

You just sink to the floor next to him, too numb with shock to really act, reaching for his hand as if that could help. You don’t even know yet if he could revive like some of you could. Timelines all had their own weird rules.

Hang in there, Trace, please!!! After all, you still have to tell him how sorry you are about this.

[trac3]

@fuckshark replied to your post: “Why would I stop? Make me an offer.”:

okay im really worried now ill come over

no stay out