#thexperfectxliability

[jeregil]

top five damons

THIS IS LIKE ASKING ME TO LIST MY TOP FIVE FAVORITE CATS OKAY IT CAN’T HAPPEn. 4 some reason all of the people i love happen to be katherines and damons s i g h OKAY HEREG GOES.1. bigbadamon bc perfect is perfect2. eternalxstud 3. centricism 4. thexperfectxliability5. damon-the-saviouromg i know im forgetting someone so kisses

[allroundlostcause]

[CS AU] "You're an amazing friend and Damon and i are lucky to have you in our lives. I love you pal."

You’re buttering me up for babysitting, aren’t you?

Love you too, man.

[demoninwhite]

Damnation comes in White

The town was a complete bore and it seemed the occupants of such a place were content in their lot eyes claiming the sight of their bar, scotch lined eagerly before hungering mouths. The features of the woman new to this establishment named after the town in which it resided drank in the silent misery of those that kept consuming the vast amounts of alcohol. Her slender form was lithe as she brought the glass of wine to her lips contemplating the means of which she would go about breaking this seal and ending her stay in this smallish hell, so naive most of the townspeople unaware that they were the prey to bigger species and yet they sat with their chatter blissfully unaware. How stupid humanity could be, this is why the world would be better without them, cleansed in the flames of hell as she had been purified from their own pathetic nature.  Her lips inadvertently curled into a smirk as she remembered the blade now a sweet caress to her skin, tortured screams a melody to her keen ears. She had been so soft a creation of sheer wonder, the first this so called God bringing her into a world she was suppressed forbidden the throes of knowledge for the submission to a dictator, he had freed her, Lucifer and with his snake like tongue he had made her a 'monster' a demon, and yet it was freeing she no longer felt the pesky need for salvation for her their was none other then bringing forth the flames that were her home, sadly that involved her own demise but again there was always sacrifice for the cause.  

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thexperfectxliability replied to your post: [[MOR]i keep trying to put cream on my face but...

[hugs you tight] ilu

[snuggles around] ilu2 <3

[shatteredwinter-archive-blog]

we're αll υɴтoυcнαвle ||

            Ahh Chicago. The one place on earth that everyone wanted to be, unless you were smart. The smart people stayed away from Chicago in the late 1920's, the increasing amounts of gang violence fighting over the illegal alcohol, tobacco and drugs that were moving through the cities , made it a rather unpleasant place to live if you weren't into that sort of thing. Which is why Chicago was filled with generations of families, each having grown up here and each planning on staying for decades to come. Out of the increasing number of rising gangs throughout the city there were a few that stood a cut above the rest. Skill and luck and some of the most strategic area's of the city were owned by the same gang a young James Barnes was a part of.             Growing up in Chicago, James had lived his life mainly on the street from a young age. He knew enough nifty tricks to keep him alive and befriended enough scoundrels to keep himself safe. His life had been rather uneventful but lonely, eventually befriending a member of the older gangs. Jack Mercer. The Mercers had been known by everyone and feared by all but they had also been decent. They knew a good thing and they treated loyalty with rewards. James had found a good friend in Jack and together they'd helped each other grow up. James had been prepared to join the Mercer gang, until five years ago when Sweet rolled into town and ruined them. Rumour had it that the bodies of Bobby and Jerry Mercer were still frozen under the river over in Detroit. James however had seen Jack, his best friend gunned down outside his house and taken it upon himself to try and take Sweet down.             It had ended messily, James beaten to within an inch of his life and left to die on the doorstep of some abandoned bar. Lucky for James, the bar was heaving with life and illegal activity from the rising gang held within. They saved James' life that night and weeks later when he was finally able to talk again and explain that he'd come scarily close to ending Victor Sweet''s life, he became a member.             Five years later he was one of the best gunmen the bar had, if not the best. He changed his name to Bucky and wore the horrific scarring on his arm from that night like a badge of honour. He was easy to get along with and a hit with the ladies, even if under the table his attention lay elsewhere. He spent most of his nights right here in the bar where he;d been found, drinking the barman dry and often making a nuisance of himself. Bucky had an hour to kill before he was to be picked up for a job, lounging on the bar and twirling the glass in his hands before sliding it across the bar with a smile.             "Fill 'er up mate."

[awantedman]

shatteredwinter replied to your post “/new theme. yes? no?”

YESSS

thexperfectxliability replied to your post “/new theme. yes? no?”

YESSS

I take it it's liked XD

[allroundlostcause]

✤ Sleepy Hollow

I CAN'T

I watched the first two episodes but I feel like I took bad drugs or something. I am missing something.

I love you, though.

[shatteredwinter-archive-blog]

because I've stalked you ever since our Steve days and you're an amazing writer. You give me feels. I love role playing with you and all of our threads and all our account interactions are amazing and because you're just so easy to talk to and we get along so well. We are a lot alike and I love it!

//All this is just ugh, ilu you so awesome <3