#mechatrcnics

[softenedvoice-blog]

✧ !!! w maine !!!

i’ve got friends. / ACCEPTING.

I would kill you.✧ I would physically hurt you.✧ I would attack you unprovoked.✧ I would manipulate you.✧ I dislike you.✧ You annoy me.✧ You scare me.✧ You intimidate me.✧ I hope I intimidate you.✧ I pity you.✧ You disgust me.✧ I hate you.✧ I’m indifferent toward you.✧ I’d like to get to know you better.✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.✧  I’m unsure what to think of you.✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.✧ You are my friend. ??✧ You are my best friend.✧ You are my mentor.✧ I look up to you.✧ I respect you.✧ You are my hero.✧ You inspire me.✧ You are my enemy.✧ You make me happy.✧ I want to protect you.✧ I would fight by your side.✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me.✧ I think you are above me.✧ I would lie for you.✧ I would lie to you.✧ I would sleep with you.✧ I would sleep by your side.✧ I would hug you.✧ I would kiss you.✧ You are family to me.✧ I would die for you.✧ I would kill for you.✧ I would trust you with my life.✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.✧ I would trust you with a secret.✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.✧ I love you (platonically).✧ I love you (romantically). 

[softenedvoice-blog]

@mechatrcnics. / liked.

            ❝ ------ y-y’know ... i th-think yellow nails would look -- r-really good. fits y-your, um. P-PERSONAL-LITY. ❞

[bclieve]

Fingers find themselves F U M B L I N G with Cas’s clothes, the smell of alcohol lingering in the air even after the party had ended. Most of the night was a haze, starting with a few glasses of wine that escalated into shots of tequila that led to the events unfolding right now. It all started with the Q U E S T I O N, the one that Cas had let innocently escape busted lips, ‘what if you’re bi??’ If Kevin was in the right state of mind- he would’ve said no, he would’ve known- but in a drunken daze, the only reply was- ‘let’s F I N D out.’

Kissing was where it started, just a peck that D W I N D L E D into where they were now. Athletic legs hook around Kevin’s waist, one hand in his hair & one working at his shirt. Rough fingertips glide over her collarbone, other fingers making a mess at an attempt at her own shirt. D E S P E R A T I O N is the thing that holds both back, rushing so much that nothing gets done- & when Maine walks in- he can consider himself lucky.

( @mechatrcnics​ )

[bclieve]

Fingers curl in a death grip around Maine’s wrist- T U G G I N G him behind as if his life depended upon it. & it did. God only knows where the next safe-room was- & there was still who knows how many of those creatures roaming around. The other boy’s S T U M B L E causes Kevin to whip around, arm wrapping around Maine’s slender waist & almost picking him up as they run in search of Cas & Wheatley. The sound of Orlando’s paws against wet ground following close behind. Blood & dirt S T A I N E D lightly colored clothes- only to be seen when the light of the safe-room was upon them. But with two hours of night still upon them, they couldn’t end the fight just yet.

“ MAINE- I CAN’T CARRY YOU & ME- YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO FUCKING RUN BY YOURSELF!! ”

[softenedvoice-blog]

@mechatrcnics. / liked.

          the fluffy, mildly squirming calico caught in skinny pale arms is clearly not happy. ( she doesn’t like to meet new people. ) ❝ wh-who, this ? th-this is ... kitt-tty !! sh-she’s my cat. ❞

[maintcnance-blog]

@mechatrcnics || liked

        “Mel! Over here!” He had saw the girl’s hair and had ASSUMED that it was the OLYMPIAN. He was YET to see really ANY other humans yet, so he felt it was a safe assumption, until he REALIZED that it WASN’T and found himself saying, as his smile dropped, “You’re not Mel.” 

[butlittle]

pssst.. cas

                    REVEALING ARIA’S HEART.

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)SEXUAL DESIRE:  💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)ROMANTIC INTENT:  💗💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[bclieve]

“ GOD- Do you think these will ever go away?? I don’t think I could ever wear shorts again if I’m going to have this constant reminder of ‘hey Kevin, remember that time someone crashed into your car on the way to your BOYFRIEND’S house?? Because if not, have this huge gash in your leg!!’ It’s pretty gory- & I kind of look like some zombie makeup artist who went a little too far with her final project. Not to mention I’m pretty sure I can see BONE- but other than that... being dead is pretty much the same as being alive. ”

Fatal car crash K I L L S local Michigan man- yeah. It happened weeks ago- 2 maybe 3, yet the questions about being dead kept seeming to be asked by both his boyfriend & his best friend. ‘What’s it like?? Does it hurt?? Well aren’t you going to go & H A U N T that fucking bastard’s ass for killing you??’ & so on. To be frank, he wasn’t actually too angry about being dead. It had it’s perks, no stress, no work, & hell he’d probably L O S E so much weight without having to eat. The only cons- not being able to touch Maine & those disgusting injuries that would likely N E V E R fade.

( @mechatrcnics // the thing we talked about. )