#oneofakindx

[xhomicidalmaniac-blog-blog-blog]

"What happened to you?"

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

"I died."

[xjustalittlebitofbloodx]

"How drunk are you right now?

"Sweetie, I haaad what 10 glassses. I am fiiine." Amelia swayed a little. "Though I am having trrrouble remembering your face."

[hospitalisedwitch]

{ 4 }

"Who are you?" The witch asked the one in front of her, standing in her room.

[loistheintrepid]

"Wednesday is Donut Day. Well. Most days are donut day, but Wednesday in particular. Want one?"

[flawedvanesa]

+5

"Hey. I'm Vanesa."

[aninterestingbunch]

Dallas' face. OMFG! I can't even with his face!

I swear this boy is in everything I love

Nine Lives Of Chloe King

The Secret Circle

Twisted

Sea of Monsters

American Horror Story (god he was such a little prick in that grrrr)

I just can’t with Grey Damon sometimes, he’s too perfect :3

[oneirophrenics]

Fit For A King:: Royalty!AU:: Dustin&Mia

   "The thread is soft enough that it will not leave any mark against your skin, your Highness." The words came through the young man's ears, however he was tuning them out. For the past month, all he could think about was if he even wanted to get married. Of course, it was in the laws from his father and his father's fathers before him that you simply didn't question your soon to be bride. There were trials, and rarely anyone made past them alive, or at least sane.    With a sigh, Dustin nodded and snapped his fingers, still admiring his white suit lined with gold trimmings and accents that had been made by the man who had spoken earlier, his tailor, for his wedding. As he looked around after his finger snap, he realized nothing had happened.    "Servant girl! Come, bring me my day clothes. I fancy a walk, and I can't leave in the piece I'm wearing."

[oneirophrenics]

One Way Ticket:: Dustin&(OPEN)

Dustin found himself sitting on a park bench across from a bus stop. His mind was racing as he thought about all the possible places he could go with the two thousand dollars he had been given--by his parents. 

It was a shock to him, but he figured they were trying to help. His mom said that they had saved up money for quite some time to simply give it to him and get him out of the shit hole that was their town. It was kinda sweet, once he thought of it.

How about a map... I'll just throw darts at a map.. Where the hell can I find a map..? Shouldering his duffle bag like it was a sack of bread, he walked towards the gas station across the street on the other side of the bus stop, not paying attention and blasting the music from his MP3 player.