hybriistophiliac:

[ SMS ] Ya know, the usual, binge watching stupid stuff on netflix and pretending to do homework.
[ SMS ] Unless you’ve got a better idea? Please say you do I’m boring myself to tears over here.

[text] not really. I was gonna stay in tonight
[text] unless you want to get me really drunk
[text] then i might be up for some stupid shit

hybriistophiliac:

[ SMS ] Hey! You’re the one texting me about pegging
[ SMS ] This weirdness is on you, buddy!

[text] Fine, let’s change the subject
[text] What’re youdoing tonight?

ofgingerbread:

  ❝  agreed. its hard to wear orange and not look like a traffic cone. ❞
        the blonde boy nodded, thinking something over and then added,
                         ❝ I’m CJ, by the way. ❞

     He gave a polite smile and nodded as well.
“Nice to meet ya. I’m Jeff.”

hybriistophiliac:

[ SMS ] I figured but I mean I don’t know your life…
[ SMS ] You could be into peg legs, idk

[text] Don’t be gross, Morgan

dance-0f-the-damned:

“Mr. Dahmer did not feel as though these people were dead because he was still relating to them. He would talk to them, he would cuddle them, he would hold them, he would think about them. He took the skull of somebody he’d killed and kept it in a locker so he could be close and have companionship with it. Now, that’s very, very sick, but to him it felt as though there was something warm and comforting happening, not that he was doing something terrible and awful.”

Dr. Fred Berlin, a Psychiatrist who formed part of the Defence Team.

Reblog if your character has killed someone.

abottomfeederjustlikeme:

vampiriic:

                         ❝one of those?❞

   a question posed whilst the other wills himself up.
   george, on the other-hand, is much more content
   to remain lying down. both arms are pushed out,
   legs too moving over the space of the bed, whilst
   his body trembles         a groan rising from deep
   within his throat that gets louder the longer he
   stretches. and it stops. stretched, and awake
   george pushes a hand onto the bed, sitting himself
   himself up, taking a moment to survey the room. it
   looked a whole lot different from this angle.

      ❝if there’s no tea, coffee will do. or juice.
                           i’m not fussy.❞

     "Yeah!“ he called from the kitchen; not a 
far distance by any stretch of the imagination.
His budget didn’t exactly warrant a deluxe
suite or anything. "I don’t understand people
who don’t eat breakfast. I’m starving.” The last
part was more or less muttered to himself as he
fixed a bowl of cereal. Meanwhile his coffee
maker was busy at work.

ofgingerbread:

 ❝ Nah, ❞ CJ answered, shaking his head,
   ❝ I’m just usually not a purple guy. 
                — Wanted a second opinion. ❞

      “You could do worse,” he pointed out. “I mean,
at least it’s not orange. I can’t stand orange.” And 
thus concluded Jeff’s taste in fashion. If it wasn’t
clear by the t-shirt and jeans he’d thrown on this 
morning.