#wreckord

[palmburnt-a-blog]

top 5 netflix Things at the moment (i need recs!)

( top five anything | accepting )

bloodline is a good show, if u like ben mend-y

i don’t feel at home in this world anymore is a damn good netflix original...... like elijah wood’s rat tail is so fucking funny

the crown is addicting as hell

not a netflix original, but the people vs. oj simpson: an american crime story is a very very good show

beasts of no nation is old news, but a very good film

[theholisticdetective]

SABRINA THE TEENAGE WITCH AU

Per Hood, it’s the same as regular verses, only we step into linen closets occasionally. 

[zmashed-blog]

“you make yourself what you are. you gotta control your own destiny.” (from polly)

           What a sentiment, he thinks, with the big shadowy being latched to his back, draining and draining and draining him. Sam hears many cliches echoing behind those words: draw a monster why’s it a monster man maketh monster fate controls the gates for monstrous men.

            The pit of his stomach longs for the words to be true but his mouth curls into a wry smile. “Destiny is ugly like these floors,” he observes, toe of his boot popping audibly against the ground. 

& . @wreckord : TREE OF LIFE : ACCEPTING

[inalienablerights]

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[[ooc]]; here have a munday photo[[MOR]

oh hey blue eyes

  [[ooc]];  flutters lashes (//◡‿◡//✿)

[palmburnt-a-blog]

( @wreckord got anwar abdel )

      ❛ she’d be number one. too much emotional baggage, though. especially after jack died, she lost her charm after that. ❜ there had been that debate about turning him, actually.  ❛ number two would be... what are they callin’ him these days ? keanu ? ❜  

[bleedhot-blog]

@wreckord, cont.

“Who told me it, was.” They think for a good, long minute. Sahara trails off, apparently in thought. They won’t finish the sentence -- if they remember, they don’t want to say. “Bad luck, if you keep it.”

[humanstring-blog]

[ @wreckord ]​

Long fingers drummed against a virgin wooled knee as Tobias watched the urban landscape passing by him. This city felt alien to him. Nothing but black cutouts of tall buildings adorned with geometrical light-shows. How could anyone feel at home amidst such a synthetic background ? But then again, how could anyone feel at home in the MODERN world ? Civilization was such an unnatural concept to him. Seeing men, like him, dressed in three-piece suits, holding their iphones and their ipads, getting lost in numbers and statistics if only to ignore their HUNGER for destruction. Abandon the modern man in the wilderness and they would still commit the same ATROCITIES of their primitive ancestors. Home ought to be somewhere between the line separating humanity and savagery. It wounded him to think so many were prepared to DENY this.  His head turned to examine his driver’s profile. She was the quiet type. But something about her large heavily-lidded eyes felt familiar to Tobias. Much more familiar than anything that concrete jungle had to offer him. The woman didn’t seem to blink often. An impromptu often found in the insecure or sociable. In that aspect, Tobias’ driver seemed REPTILIAN. An empty stare that did not care much for others. Perhaps it didn’t even notice them . . . Not until they got too close. He had learned long ago she was not a regular driver. She didn’t come in any list or website. She was no tour guide or hostess. Tobias wasn’t even sure whether she could be called HUMAN. She was something else entirely. The detachment of every movement she made guaranteed this not to be such a farfetched thought. Fingers ceased to mark their silent rhythm in order for Tobias to listen to the woman. Usually he was very good at LISTENING. Tobias Budge could hear things no other musician could. The inner workings of the human anatomy were as loud as clockwork to his ears . . . But her song was nothing but a steady drum. No improvisations, no subdued strings . . . Nothing. The next question didn’t NEED to be asked. It would have been avoided were he in a social event, mingling with the opera enthusiasts, trying to improve the details of his HUMAN VEIL. But this wasn’t a mascarade. No one within that car was playing a role. Nobody found the need to impress or manipulate . . . Just two creatures in their natural habitat.                    ❝  Have you ever been afraid ?  ❞