#misdiirection

[cockzoo-a]

     ‘ Talk about overkill. ’ HYPOCRITE words from a hypocrite mouth, seeing as Rome has done some skull reconstruction himself. ‘ He tick you off, brother? ’

@misdiirection

[psychiatrickss]

“   well LOOK who it is!   “       she’s leaning over the counter now, chin resting in her hands.       “    and here i thought you forgot about lil ol’ me...   or is this just FANCIFUL coincidence?   you know what?   whatever, it’s cool, it’s fine--------     what can i get you?     on me.    but just so you know, we don’t have anything with cactus in it here, sorry.   “      ------- @misdiirection

[stellaxmori-blog]

{||  @misdiirection || }

            “i-i brought halloween candy.” a pitiful mumble, muttered over a mound of far too many bags of sweets. it’s not enough, it’s not an apology, or an explanation, or even an sincere vocalisation of her clear affection. she might be a bit teary, but she covers it with a small cough and a jostling of her bounty. “d’you want um...-- the s-sour ones, or the little c-chocolate ghosties f-first?”

[sixshooting-blog]

@misdiirection. starter call.

          ‘ what’d i just say to you? ’ 

his exact words were don’t touch that, you’re gonna break it. and now here they are.

[gorgonified]

has our gay lord and saviour returned

yas bich come and get some. i’m stranded indoors any way sice there’s like 7cm of snow outside and it’s only the beginning of october so i might as well wRITE

[poilineacht-blog]

@misdiirection. starter call.

          ‘ stop making so much noise. ’ he’s already bracing for even more noise now he’s asked. some people are gits like that. ‘ i’m here ’cause it was quiet. ’

[fxllingisntgraceful-archive]

@misdiirection

           “adrian...--?” a melancholic mewl, knuckles timidly rapping against the door. she has not heard from him in a while. and that has not happened ever, and she does not like it. bottom lip fretfully pinched between her teeth, she continues to knock upon the door, trying to avoid the sickening ache pooling in her stomach. “a-adrian, please o-open the door. please--?!” it’s hard to keep the panic from her voice, but if there was any situation that called for panic it’s now. adrian has always been her constant, steady and calm and there, always there. “adrian, if y-you don’t open the door, th-then i...-- i-i’m gonna knock it down!” she doesn’t want to be yelling, she wants to be soft and kind, but she can’t, not until she at least sees him.