#sinnershavefun

[sexyshehulk]

(i think of black hat with this song)

[sexyshehulk]

(this is an all black hat song, and one of my favorites)

[mostpeculiarbeast]

I'm heading on to bed.

Tomorrow is my last day of break and then school again. So I need sleep cause I gotta wake early. 

Be inactive at 10:30 pm Sunday-Thursday for two weeks cause sleep. If I'm up still (stupidly) Its via my phone. 

Any and all drafts that I recieve before school will be drafted to get to after school. Unless its questions then I will answer them when I can during without fucking with my classes and losing my phone. 

Thats your night PSA

[cheshiresriddle-blog]

headcanon for Priest AU

Casey often enough is never seen without gloves. This is just to hide the burns on her palms. Wanting to avoid the inevitable talk. Just as well she keeps low and doesn't talk much about her past. Its gotten to the point that even her friends don't bother asking. Casey also has learned to hide her fear and often enough will stair death in the face, why bother fearing what comes she thinks. Plus nearly burning to death can shock a child some.

[sexyshehulk]

updated relationships

[sexyshehulk]

oh god i am shipping jen and hat together so hard already. i even have the ship name in my head. ready for it.......

black-hulk

it sucks i know.

[to-sin-no-more]

And I won't be the same man you knew. [Priest/Black Hat]

The nightmares were getting worse. He would wake in a cold sweat, when he slept in the first place; it was a feeling of restlessness that he just couldn't shake. An odd sense of being watched. It was paranoia, the others told him. Natural, they said, considering all he'd been through. They worried, but it was more than that, he knew it, a gut feeling that wouldn't leave him be.

He'd taken the hat from the crash site, had limped home with it in his hands, had laid it upon his dresser and settled heavily onto his bed, staring at it, as if it held the answers he sought. How the man he'd once known had come to be the creature he'd met atop the train - how their feelings of kinship forged through fighting together had turned to such utter hatred. He'd seen it, on his face, and that was one thing he'd never expected from the other.

But was it really so surprising? It was his fault, after all. In that Hive, he'd not been strong enough...That was what it had always come down to, hadn't it?

I'm stronger now than you ever were.

The words haunted him, still, in that he could only see them as truth - and what might have happened, had his fellow Priestess not come when she had? Would he have been the one to die, instead?

And Lucy, with me.

Had it been predetermined? Was it destined to end that way?

And what was this creeping feeling, the unease that the others dismissed so easily in him? That quiet, coiling anxiety that had him pacing his room now, too tired to train, too restless to sleep? Prayers did nothing to calm him, now - somehow, for the first time in his life, it felt like no one at all was listening.

Shaking off that feeling, he eased from his room - perhaps he was due for a trip to the outlands, to see how Hicks and Lucy were getting on. There had been no calls, recently, which wasn't a cause for worry - if anything, he would be more worried to get a call from them - but he simply couldn't shake this feeling. Past the military patrol that had been in place since the confirmation of a Vampire threat, and he set out for the outlying town the Sheriff and his daughter still inhabited.