#sweetblood

[milkoo-moo]

I really love this Billy Chapman and Martin ship. A friend and I decided to name this ship "sweetblood."

sweet = because of Billy's sweet personality before he goes bad.

Blood = obviously, because of Martin's taste for blood.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

vinny being silly and drawing ‘bast in his army clothes eudhshdhddhdh (sorry im locked in my room and im spiraling)

Oooops Femquis! Just imagine Vincent fantasizing about this heheheheheee AND THEN SEBASTIAN FINDS IT!!!

[bizarrelittlemew]

ed dog x vladislav cat

they are a set

[alpilia]

[sweetb1ood]

drew me and the gf sjsjdhdjsksnd i love her okay bye

[d1am0nd3yes]

Chapter Two - Action. Inaction. Madness.

Inspiration Music

January 2013 My heart feels heavy and I wish I knew how to make it stop. I look around at the various students I pass in between classes and wonder if any of them are feeling the same or even the opposite. Maybe that guy who is giving the girl a piggy back ride had just entered a relationship with her. They look so happy and even though the sight of them annoys me, I can’t help but smile and feel a tiny bit better inside. Astronomy is interesting but the one class I’m actually looking forward to is Film Analysis. I enjoyed the elective in high school so I figured it would be the same in college. I was a little worried at first that we would be watching the same movies but lucky me, everything is completely new. My film teacher also teaches at the early college high school that so happens to be a few miles away from campus. We don’t really have a space yet, so she had the idea to hold class at her room at the high school. I feel weary about it because I hate driving and I don’t know this city too well. Lucky for me, my grandma, who knows this city better, was visiting me to make sure that I was eating well. I’m not though. She offered me a ride which I was incredibly grateful for. I don’t have friends on campus. You’d think with me having blue hair the first semester, I’d attract a lot of admirers who would like to start conversations with me. Nope. I kept mostly to myself except for this one guy that I so happened to go to high school with. His name is Brian and he’s okay. He’s more extroverted than I am and has a lot more friends from university than I would ever expect. He had invited me to parties before but I always turned him down because I wanted to be a good freshmen and study. Dorm life became extra lonely since my roommate decided to drop out and go back home to California. Room & Board said I could get another roommate, but I decided against it and chose to stay in my room alone. The classroom my film professor occupied was amazing. Since she taught film for the high school also, the room was set up to accompany the use for watching movies while still looking like a typical classroom with long desks and chairs. There were four long table desks set up in a large square with an open space in the middle for my professor to walk in and lecture. In each corner of the room, a projector screen was set up and in the middle of the ceiling were four projectors that would show the same scene on the screens at the same time. That way, no matter where you sat, you would be able to view a presentation or movie with comfort instead of struggling to achieve it.

I sat in the corner of one of the tables and set up my space in order to make myself look ready for the lesson. A guy I assumed to have gone to the school before sat in the corner of the table next to mine but with about three feet distance from me. He had brown shaggy hair that went just passed his ears and had a gray hoodie with dark jeans on. Since we were the only ones in the room besides the professor, I thought I could strike up a conversation with him but then he took out his laptop. Well that’s to shit then. You know, I wish I could bring my laptop around but it’s at least seventeen inches and I know I won’t feel comfortable lugging it around. I sat in silence, looking around the room, admiring the various movie posters. The Silence of the Lamb one was my favorite. I always loved the eyes and butterfly for the concept of the poster. To be honest, any type of concept art focusing on the eyes always drew me in. The shape or the color would always strike a nerve in me and left me questioning. I would question the artists intentions if it was a drawing or if it was a photograph, I would wonder what the model was feeling. Tyler always thought it was stupid of me to wonder these things. He strictly thought they were just advertising techniques to draw something out of people like me and pinch them for all the emotion and money they could get. As I was lost in my thoughts, the classroom started to fill up. A tall, olive skinned guy sat next to me. He reminded me of Tyler, only taller and with a more emo style. He had a black leather jacket on and when he took it off, I could see that he had on an Avenge Sevenfold shirt. His hair was swept to the side, similar to Tyler’s. I couldn’t help but admire his look, since he was my type. As soon as he turned to look in my direction, I looked away and felt myself blush. For the first time in almost three weeks, I felt my heart flutter with butterflies. We all began to discuss the movie we saw in the last class which was Bringing up Baby with Kathrine Hepburn. The discussion was arbitrary and I began to doze off when the shaggy brunette guy spoke up. “It was actually the first-time gay was mentioned in a film with the intention to use it as slang for liking men or a guy being feminine.” “That’s right, Oliver. That’s another reason this film stays iconic today.” Simpson went on how about the weird costumes and crossdressing in the film. I looked over to see that Oliver looked like a combination of bored yet studious. I felt myself staring and looked away fast. “His fiancé didn’t even like him. Susan and Dave had more chemistry. It was like she was a closeted lesbian. Not into him at all.” The Tyler lookalike said. The rest of the class began snickering at his comment, including Simpson. I smiled up at him and let him look in my eyes for a split second before I turned way. As the next movie played which was A Philadelphia Story, I felt myself move my arm closer to Tyler 2.0. So close, I felt like we were Freddie and Effy from Skins. Thank goodness that the lights were off. If they were on, I’m pretty sure, everyone would be able to see me blush. Oliver looked bored and I wondered if Simpson was using the same syllabus that she gives her high school students. I was watching the screen directly across from me, while Oliver was watching the screen right next to me. He had rested his head on his hand while his arm rested on the table. I couldn’t tell if he actually was bored or maybe even tired. By the way he always went to his computer, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was an overachiever student, constantly working on schoolwork. By the end of class, Tyler 2.0 and I locked eyes again and gave each other small smiles. I broke the gaze and walked back to the parking lot to my grandmother’s car. I felt my heart pound through my chest. It was the first time I felt positive in a few months. It felt nice.

I do not own copyrights to any images/music/media included in these posts. They are purely for inspiration while reading.

[real-emmet]

MIRVEN AND ASTARION HAVING HOT TRANSSEXUAL GAY SEX!!!!! I REPEAT MIRVE AMD ASTARION HAVING HOT TRANSSEXUAL GAY SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hippie-feet]

Fucking mosquitos... 🙄 #biteme #fuckoff #hippiefeet #sweetblood #bellaItalia #Lagna #barefoot #feet https://www.instagram.com/p/CQLpp2BJUO4/?utm_medium=tumblr