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“Well... that was definitely weird. Alright, it wasn’t that weird, at least for me. My life is pretty weird by normal standards.”

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@slayerones / sc.
“Well... that was definitely weird. Alright, it wasn’t that weird, at least for me. My life is pretty weird by normal standards.”
@slayerones said: petition for netflix to delete this trash show and replace it with five more seasons of sense8 kthnxbai tbh I've been waiting for them to delete it and bring back the get down ? I need these angel kids ? The dreamers? The big hearts and soft souls ?
x || @slayerones // s.c.
“Last night I threw a whiskey bottle at a tree at two a.m.” An anxious hand lifts to run across a damp face and she sniffs. Two a.m. wasn’t that long ago. And the bottle was empty.
But still, she sits. Perched on the front porch steps of the Summers’ residence with a spine curled, knees bent and elbows propped. Because she belongs out here. Because she doesn’t belong in there.
A long pause, another sniff, a wring of her hands and glare forward. She knows the shadow behind her. It’s been there for years. “I hate you.” As much as her voice wavers and tapers, it doesn’t break. Not yet. Tears of anguish sting, threatening to spill. Not yet. “But I love you more.” Faith Lehane doesn’t cry. Faith Lehane doesn’t let her leather jacket get ripped in the process of her heart breaching the surface of her sleeves. Maybe that’s why there’s darkened clouds rolling in, maybe that’s why there’s heat.
Jaw clenches and tendons dance in the hollows of her cheeks while a thumb presses against the knuckle of a middle finger until a satisfying p o p emits. She’s small, smaller. “Last night I threw a whiskey bottle at a tree at two a.m.”
Two a.m. wasn’t that long ago. And the bottle was empty.
❛ i dunno about all this , buff . ❜
queenie holds the stake up in a gesture of moral confusion . she gives the girl a shrug and a look of uncertainty .
❛ i ain’t much of a heavy - hitter , i don’t think . plus all this slayer stuff --- ❜
she cuts herself off , fumbling for a good way to voice her concerns in a way that won’t imply non - existent cowardice .
❛ i mean it explains a lot but --- i still dunno if i got what it takes . ❜
゜゜・ @slayerones ・゜゜ ⎨ starter call ! ⎬
@slayerones
“Uhm, no offense, but a lot of people are totally affected by it. I once stopped a robbery and got the robber’s number because he said I had the best smile he’d ever seen, thanks so much.”
Mr. Huffy Puffy is just jealous because no freaky-deaky vampires gave him the eye before being totally obliterated by this blonde babe. All they did was snarl and hiss and say stupid shit like, “STOP MOVING!”
❝ not even this unlimited supply of mana buns can fill the void in my heart. ❞
❝ SHIT I’VE SAID WHILE PVPING: THE SEQUEL ❞
‘ ....i have some fries. would that help, instead? ’
❝ you are not forgiven. leave my presence. ❞
❝ SHIT I’VE SAID WHILE PVPING: THE SEQUEL ❞
‘ i didn’t even do anyth--- ’
nope. he changed his mind. he’s not gonna be in the room if a girl is mad at him.