shark vs the universe
No title available
đ©” avery cochrane đ©”
occasionally subtle
tumblr dot com
hello vonnie
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
No title available
Interview Vampire Daily
Doug Jones
Color Me Curious
oozey mess
@theartofmadeline
RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
ojovivo
Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
if i look back, i am lost
untitled
seen from TĂŒrkiye
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from TĂŒrkiye
seen from United States
seen from Lithuania
seen from United Kingdom
seen from TĂŒrkiye
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Bolivia
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Indonesia
seen from Germany
seen from Bolivia
seen from United States
seen from Lithuania
@wyattgrey-blog
Alright, so I need to know who all is left that would like to rebuild the group. Tumblr took it down and Iâm just now able to access my laptop.Â
Like this post if you want to continue the group. Iâm going to work on remaking it, probably renaming it and a few other changes but more or less the same thing. I know me personally am gonna need help with themes and graphics, so. Hit me up if you wanna help with that.
âItâs because people out there donât know how fucked up you are. I mean in here you know everyoneâs staring at you wondering how you do it. Tell me, do you ever catch them staring at you?â
âThatâs kind of the point. And uhm, I donât know, I generally avoid eye contact. Do they look at you?â
âMaybe to you, but I mean youâre all twisted in the brains, unable to cope with society, so chances are if you werenât here youâd be on the streets, or dead really. Which means you wouldnât have to worry about showering or water pressure at all.â
âSomehow I feel like Iâd much rather take those chances in the real world. Itâs easy to pretend like nothingâs wrong and most of the time you can get away with that. Here you canât do much of anything.â
âNo problem at all, just annoyed with slaves bitching. I mean really you should consider yourself lucky enough to be here with people who take care of you.âÂ
â... You realize that all seems like a huge contradiction. Like. We should feel lucky weâre slaves?â
âFun fact, it wonât do shit. Your opinions donât matter around here, and itâs really time patients accepted that.âÂ
âThatâs unnecessarily rude. Whatâs your problem?â
Saint had to admit that he found his roommates flushing cheeks attractive, but it was a feeling he didnât dwell on for too long. Saint didnât get all that caught up in that sort of thing, it never turned out well for it.  He was happy though to still see Wyatt sitting where he had left him, not to mention smiling at him when he came back from getting his whiteboard. There was a small part of him that thought that maybe he wouldnât be there, but he was glad that part was wrong. He watched as the other boy read his words and Saint grinned, letting out a soft laugh which was rare. Normally Saint didnât make any sound, his sighs were silent and even his huffs when he was annoyed was noiseless. But he was allowing his roommate to at least hear a soft laugh, before clearing the whiteboard and writing down some more words quickly then showing it to Wyatt again. âI might have a spare somewhere. And thatâs why I figured Iâd go grab this, didnât want you to have to strain yourself.â He was teasing of course, Saint felt like he could tease Wyatt just a little and his roommate would be okay with that.
Wyatt was pleased by the laugh he got, not catching the significance of it at first. He waited patiently as he cleaned off the board, eyes scanning over the words. He rolled his eyes dramatically, a grin still on his face. âYeah, would be a shame if my tiny brain broke over that.â He pointed out. âBut thatâs really cool. I think the mute thing is interesting as well, but donât worry, it appears as though Iâve gotten the ability to talk enough for the both of us. I couldnât talk via whiteboard, Iâd probably have to get a teacher sized one. But you know, itâs cool, still, that youâre mute. Unless... you donât want it to be cool? How ignorant do I sound right now?â
âNot really, I mean the vampires have a certain smell that isnât all that appealing, but unless you just donât shower or something humanâs are fine.â she said with a shrug. Smiling she nodded. âFair enough, but why the bathroom, I mean you could just play in a common room or something?â
âI imagine vampires smell bad. Theyâre generally assholes as well. From what Iâve noticed, at least.â He mused, scratching the back of his head. âMore private,â he pointed out with a shrug.
âOf course we have office hours, none of us want to work constantly. Iâm confused as to why thatâs bullshit in your eyes, however. Do you wish for us to work around the clock? Would you like for us to constantly be available to mess with you?â
âI mean, I guess but still. Half of us donât even want to be here, sooo.â Wyatt shrugged. âMaybe.â
Josiahâs lips curled up into a smirk before shrugging his shoulders. âI called you chubby because I knew it was a trigger point for you and it would get under your skin. Which I was right,â it wasnât like he was sorry for saying it and it was likely heâd say it again.  The witch tilted his head as he looked at Wyatt, listening to his words before shaking his head. âI donât force anyone when it comes to sex, nor do I trade favors for sex. I can get laid easily, when you end up in my bed itâll be because you want to be there. As for what do I want, Iâve got a few ideas that have nothing to do with sex. You could agree to me claiming you without any fight, show me respect when I call for it and Iâll teach you. Or if youâre not ready for that, you can do me a few favors when I ask them. Mostly when I need someone a patient will trust, youâll be able to lull them into a sense of false security and Iâll be able to strike. Which one is more preferable to you?â
Wyatt nodded his head. âOf course itâs a trigger point. But it voids any half hearted compliments you toss my way, just like the one.â Heâd never been that great at accepting compliments, but his disorder made it harder. Wyatt visibly relaxed when he said he wouldnât ask for sex, because that was just awkward. His eyebrows furrowed at his words, and he thought about it for a bit. It sounded like a ultimatum and the second option included him helping the witch hurt others. Either give up his freedom or help him hurt other people. Though he was confident heâd be able to get some of it learned before he was asked to do something too extreme. âWhat does claiming mean? It sounds creepy. And I donât trust your definition of favor. One day that could mean like, pick the bugs out of your hair monkey style, and the other being like, feed those bugs to my friends.â Wyatt shrugged, trying to get the details straight before he agreed to anything, hand rubbing at his neck subconsciously.Â
âYou donât look like youâre under the weather, in fact you look like youâre in great health. So Iâm curious as to why youâre in my office right now, especially when you know my office hours ended a while ago. This is my downtime, cher, so you better have a  good excuse.â
âYou guys have office hours? Thatâs bullshit.â
Saint had an amused smile on his face as he watched the other patient try and figure out what he was signing, and it pleased him to know that his roommate was going through such an effort to even try.  He nodded his head though and smiled a little wider when the other boy got his name right, giving him an almost proud smile even though the two had just met. He shook his head and made a hand gesture about Wyatt being not awful, giving him another smile. He wanted to say more to Wyatt, but knew that he couldnât unless he went and got his whiteboard. So his smile got  a little wider and he held up one finger, pretty much telling him to wait a minute. Then Saint hopped up and made quick work of going back to his and Wyattâs room to grab his whiteboard, then come running back. He was slightly breathless as he came back, his arms clutching his whiteboard against his chest but he grinned widely at Wyatt as he sat down. He started scribbling out words rapidly before showing the board to Wyatt. âNow we can talk like this, since you donât know sign that well.â Saint blushed a little, once he realized how silly he had probably looked running off like he did. But he found he really wanted to speak to his roommate.Â
He couldnât help but flush slightly under his roommateâs smiles, and he was kind of proud heâd gotten his name right. His eyebrows rose when he held up a finger and got up really fast. Wyatt nodded his head, shifting around more comfortably, legs folding underneath himself as he waited patiently for Saint to return. There was no hesitation behind his own grin when the male came back, biting back the joke that there was no fire and he didnât need to run. But he was glad he seemed like he wanted to talk to him too. He read over the words quickly before grinning âIâm a little put out I donât have a whiteboard,â he teased. âBut this is good. I imagine that sentence alone would have taken a solid twenty minutes for me to get.â
It didnât faze the witch one bit to have the humans eyes on him, Josiah knew what his body looked like and he had no problems with showing it off. The older male just smirked at the otherâs words, eyes instantly running over the humans in an obvious manner. And even though Josiah had mocked the human before, knowing it would get to him, the younger male by no means had an awful looking body. In fact the human was gorgeous. âYou have no reason to think that,â the witch easily replied as started to button his shirt.  He raised a brow at the younger maleâs question, however, it was kind of the last thing he thought the boy would come to him for. âI do know sign language, I know many different languages honestly. I can teach you if youâd like to communicate with Saint better. My only question is what do I get out of teaching you? My time isnât free, so Iâm going to need to get something out of this for me to help you. I do nothing by the goodness of my heart.âÂ
Wyatt felt uncomfortable under the witchesâ gaze but he didnât say anything about it. He did let out a snort of laughter at his words, rolling his eyes. âSays the guy who called me chubby less than a week ago.â He pointed out, knowing he wouldnât forget that even though he wasnât that bothered anymore. Kind of. He scrunched up his nose, having expected that response but still not quite sure what he was supposed to offer. Heâd thought about it for about four hours, too. But nothing he could really give up comfortably. âI figured that. But, uhm. I wasnât sure what... youâd want, or what youâd charge. I... Yeah, sex stuff wonât really work with me, if thatâs what you were hoping, but I really want to learn this, so... What do you want?â
Josiah had been dealing with a lot of bullshit the last few days. If he wasnât having to get a handle on unruly patients, he was working to keep control over his staff as well. There were a few that thought he was too  mean, or too much of an asshole, so of course the witch had to prove them right. The witch had just finished up dealing with a werewolf, which left him coated in blood so he took a quick shower in his office bathroom. He had just gotten out of the shower and tugged on a pair of jeans when he felt someoneâs presence near his door. The witch had reached for his shirt as he tilted his head and realized it was a human on the other side of the door, a human that he hadnât been expecting to be knocking on his door once the younger man started to knock. Josiah didnât think twice about calling out to come in, curious as to why Wyatt was here to see him. And it didnât matter that he was just starting to put his shirt on as the younger male walked through the door, Josiah just kept his eyes toward the human and raised a brow. âSo, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Wyatt?â And Josiah felt proud of himself because his tone was only half mocking.
Ever since his run in with the vampire, Wyatt had been trying to calm down the sass to the best of his abilities. But it was hard, something ingrained in his soul. So when he entered the room and Josiah was putting on a shirt and Wyatt got a look at what he looked like, he didnât bother feeling bad for just kind of staring. âYâknow, people like you are the reason people like me think weâre unfit.â He said, glaring at his really nice physique before forcing his gaze upwards, âAnyway. I -- I was wondering something, if - you -- Do you know sign language? I have a mute roommate... I donât know sign... and I couldnât think of... anybody else to ask, which is probably really dumb, but yeah, whatever dude. Yep. Can you help me learn it?â
After Enzo had first been turned into the creature he now was, he always used to swear heâd never feed off of humans, but that quickly changed. It was near impossible to sate his hunger with just animal blood, and he quickly came to learn he enjoyed feeding from living humans and would take enough to satisfy him, but leave the livingâwell alive. Enzoâs hands were at Wyattâs shoulders, gripping them as he continued to feed for the next minute or two before forcing himself to pull away. He breathed out loudly. âThanks for the meal.â He smirked, pulling his hand up to wipe away at his mouth. âHow light headed to you feel, chico? Would you like me to carry you to the nurse? Or can you manage there on your own?â
The pain eventually subsided to something more manageable and Wyatt just felt awkward standing there silently. His vision got blurry and he found it easier if he just shut his eyes and pretended it wasnât happening. He felt sick and he could taste iron in the back of his throat. He blinked open his eyes to stare at the vampire, taking a short amount of time to respond before he took a couple of steps backward. They were a bit shaky but not the worst, âFuck off,â he muttered instead of giving an actual answer, much rather toughing it out without the involvement of  nurse.
Levi shrugged his shoulders. âWell- if I were trying to hide somewhere I probably would screw myself over because I pick the worst places.â He muttered. âYou donât have too. I- I donât want you to get caught with me if I do get caught.â Levi smiled sadly. He really just wanted to contact his parents. âIâve been looking for over an hour.â He sighed.
âDonât hide under your bed,â he said, shrugging his shoulders. âIâm not worried about getting caught. Maybe theyâll take a joke if they catch us like, âYeah I was just looking for my dignity, but it doesnât seem to be where I last put it,â and theyâll laugh collectively. Probably not, but hey.â He frowned, âI donât think Iâve ever seen a phone. Where have you looked so far?â
