❝Stop, HAMMER TIME.❞
gonna be between little LIGHTWOOD and brogan.
*when you follow and talk to ppl for months and don't know their damn name*
Put your name in the tags.
“When’s the last time you slept?”
meme; ✘status; accepting
❝—– The last time I slept would…DEFINITELY be the last time I slept. But HONESTLY, I don’t remember WHEN I slept last..❞
"Kiss me."
❛ someone’s getting demanding. ❜ he presses two of his fingers to her stomach and leads her to the wall. it’s not until her back collides with it that he braces his arms on either side of her, keeping her prisoner for the night. he finally leans in and their lips meet in a hungry yet fervent kiss. he deepens it by slipping his tongue in her mouth and tugging on her soft hair. their kiss soon becomes a dance of seduction and he finds himself smiling in spite of it all. slowly, he breaks away from her lips and starts planting a trail of kisses down her neck. ❛ now what are you gonna do for me? ❜ he murmurs wickedly.
“Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?”
meme; ✘status; accepting
❝—– I’m not even entirely SURE. I haven’t dislocated my shoulder, but you can easily put it BACK. I’ve only had a few BROKEN bones —– those hurt a whole hell of a lot more, to be HONEST with you.❞
Basic Angst Starters
because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.
Basic Angst Starters
because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.
Illness themed RP starters! (I'm going to get sad if I don't get any.)
make sure you tell me who the hell you are.
I couldn’t resist. Based off of this post.
[ Text: Little Archer Girl]: so you both are cheating on me! we were married but you married the Vodka!
[ text ;; the sexier lightwood ] baby, i’m sorry! [ text ;; the sexier lightwood ] let’s share the vodka.
she looked down for a moment before taking a small breath in slowly as she walked over to the other woman and hugged her tightly for a fleeting moment as she took another breath in slowly “ Thank…thank you”
She knew the other WOMAN didn’t receive hugs very often, but the moment Isabelle APPROACHED her and encircled her arms around the bow wielding woman, she IMMEDIATELY wrapped her arms around the female Lightwood’s waist, hugging her TIGHT. A light sigh fell from Brogan’s lips as she HELD the other female close, listening to her BREATHE in slowly, as if the statement she uttered just MOMENTS ago had taken her breath away. She smiled lightly. ❝You’re WELCOME, Isabelle.❞
[text: little archer Girl] I think I married the vodka.
meme; ✘status; accepting
[ text ;; the sexier lightwood ] vodka is definitely cheating on you. [ text ;; the sexier lightwood ] because i’m married to the vodka.
“ Try telling that to mine” she shook her head slightly before taking a breath in slowly before looking at the other woman for a moment and cocking ,her head a little “ what?”
❝I said that I’m PROUD of you, even if I’m just a friend and fellow Shadowhunter. I’m INCREDIBLY proud of you, Isabelle.❞