#3 mmc

[opiowraki-jak-voodoo]

Tak jak wczoraj przyleciałem do Polski to pierwszą rzeczą jaką zrobiłem to poszedłem do apteki na lotnisku i wziąłem 150 mg kodeiny a dziś wziąłem i kupiłem 3 g Metafedronu (3-MMC), 2 g Mefedronu (4-MMC), 1 tabletkę Xanaxu 1 mg i 1 kapsułkę MDMA 150 mg więc ogólnie bardzo dobrze że przyjechałem tylko na 14 dni do Polski i wracam do Włoch bo znowu bardzo źle by się potoczyły sprawy.

[useragarfield]

9K MAKE ME CHOOSE:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ@clubglee ASKED: High School Musical 1, 2, or 3?

East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean crème brulee, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor. It's a place where one person, if it's the right person, changes us all. East High is having friends we'll keep for the rest of our lives, and that means we really are 'all in this together'.

[raccoonscity]

Make Me Choose: Favorite Version of Jill → Resident Evil 3 (asked by @shadowsofrose)

[heybaetae]

MAKE ME CHOOSE ↳ drummer jungkook or pianist yoongi? — anonymous (cr. namuspromised, qdeoks)

[graciehart]

MAKE ME CHOOSE ⤷ @useragarfield asked: crickett watts or zoe hart?

Even if it hurts, I'm tough. I can take it. I'll always land on my feet.

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

daphne didn't just fall in love with miles nowak; i fear i too have fallen in love with him

[nikkiruncks]

make me choose @randomwriter23 asked Eric/Donna or Eric/Buddy

[velveteen-vampire]

oh hey i forgot to post this cold one

[worldsworstrobots]

what do you guys think of rockman?

"That kid gets on my nerves. Thinks he's soooo special... He doesn't know what I've been through! He can't just 'acclimate me to society' like he did with everyone else! I don't know why he even tries. He's annoying."

"He's got his heart in the right place, that's for sure."

[squishykitty825]

Darkest night

Dark shadows swirl around my shaking body. The thin desert tree I hide behind towers into the sky with its brothers and sisters. Its branches reach the sky, brushing the clouds in a way that no skyscraper ever will. Rain-heavy clouds swarm over the crescent moon.

Soft light from the moon and the stars filters through the clouds onto the hiking path to my right. A breeze rustles the leaves of the scattered trees and stout shrubbery, carrying the tune of a long forgotten song that only the wind could remember.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest.

They’re dead.

They’re both dead. Because of him. Because of the man who chases me through the narrow streets of the city I’ve sworn to protect. The man who’s haunted my memories without my consent—though I did not know the face or the name, until now. And now I’m among the desert squirrels and bushes on the outskirts of the city, the massive shape of the Hollywood sign looming above me as I pause, trying to catch my breath. I’ve faced worse things than this, I know I have. But something about this is different. Something about this has my mind racing, running a loop around itself again and again. I know what it is, but I do not acknowledge it for fear of getting lost in the depths of my memories of the ones I lost to this man—this monster.

I strain my ears, trying to listen. Trying to hear anything above the silence that echoes loudly through the near-barren landscape around me. Nothing but the chirping of crickets. It’s too soon for me to breathe out a sigh of relief. And I cannot believe that the man who killed my sister would have stopped the chase.

Blood drips down the side of my face from my temple where the wooden bat had collided with my head. The crimson liquid mixes with the salty droplets of sweat that gathered on my skin as I ran.

My breaths are loud in my ears. The rasping sound mixing with the gentle hush of the light wind trailing through the currents around me. A cluster of stars shines brightly through a gap in the clouds a moment before the rain starts, turning the sandy dirt at my feet to mud in a matter of seconds as the drizzle quickly turns to a heavy rain. Thick drops of rain land on my exertion-hot skin, cooling it.

Hearing no sounds of pursuit, I lean against the tree and thrust my hand into my pocket in search of my phone. I need to call her. I was supposed to meet her, and being ambushed on my way home was not on my agenda.

Shit. I can’t find my phone.

I must have dropped it somewhere in my hurry to get away.

Taking in my surroundings, I’m surprised at how far I ran to get away from the man chasing me. I must have run over a mile to have reached the outskirts of the city.

My shallow breaths become deeper as my heart begins to slow its racing beat, the adrenaline leaving my system slower than it had come. Goosebumps erupt over my skin under the icy touch of the rain. Looking back at the path I’d taken, I feel the dread roiling in my gut at the thought of retracing my steps to find my phone.

Cursing under my breath, I know it’s a bad idea. A terrible idea, really. 

Whatever, I can buy myself a new phone later. For now, I need to get back to the main part of the city and find a payphone or something. Except… I curse under my breath, again. I left my wallet in my office. All this time spent focused on figuring out Typhon’s next move has left me distracted and forgetful.

Blowing out a deep breath, I trudge through the light mud, forging a new path back to the city without taking the same route I’d run to get here.

My hair is plastered to my face as I try not to shiver against the cold. The suit jacket I wear is thoroughly soaked through, as is the white shirt beneath it. I must look like a drowned rat. All things considered though, I am glad for that. Grateful that I am still able to feel this miserable—that I escaped the psychopath chasing me—because the alternative would mean leaving Rissy alone in this world. Her parents—my sister and her husband—were taken by the monster who decided to make me his next target, and I will not let her lose another parent. 

My feet freeze in place as I hear something behind me.

No.

No no no.

He couldn’t have found me already.

My heart is once again pounding in my chest as I continue walking, this time faster. The pace at which I walk increases until I’m suddenly running again, trying not to slip in the mud as I race for the sprawled out houses of the suburbs. If I can just reach them maybe I can find someone willing to help, to call the police.

Slick mud slides beneath my feet as I round the corner of a house, nearly taking me to the ground with how slippery it is. I can hear Blake’s vocie in my head as I stumble down the small alley between the houses, You gonna let yourself lose to a girl, Christian? Their spar from the other day had left his blood thrumming. She was a skilled fighter and has beaten me mercilessly on the mat. But she was also a fierce leader, offering tips to fix my form and encouragement after each defeat. 

Don’t let your guard down just because I’m a smaller opponent.

Keep fighting, Christian. Maybe someday you’ll reach my level.

Something hard hits the back of my head, sending sparks of pain through my skull and creating black spots in my vision. I stumble, almost faling to my knees as I am forced to come to a halt, nausea eating away at the world around me, making it spin and spin and spin.

I’m sorry Blake, I think as the darkness grows bigger, my body swaying. I don’t think this is a fight I’ll win.

Darkness in my vision twinkles as I blink, staring up at the night sky through the gap in the clouds. The stars are soon blocked out by the shape of a man standing over me. A monster with a monstrous smile who kneels next to me and puts a hand to my throat, pressing hard until I feel myself falling into oblivion.

[useragarfield]

9K MAKE ME CHOOSE:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ @kiddstellas ASKED: Elena/Caroline/Bonnie or Kat/Sutton/Jane?

We’re gonna be better than okay. ‘Cause we got each other forever. Until we die.

[vampuppyy]

todays been a "i feel my favorite momochi song isnt gurenshinjuu" day. how we feeling

[spinebuster]

make me choose (1/??) @sldghmmr asked: mandrews or peter

[lofthousezzz]

ahhh oooohhh shadow man lore

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

This Doesn’t Mean Anything

NA contemporary romance about a sex-repulsed girl starting uni and meeting an upperclassman who hangs out in the same study room and coffeeshop as she does

struggling with her asexuality, new friendships, and harassment

[megumiifushiiguro]

NINE HUNDRED PAGES GIRL WHAT

TRUST ME ON THIS ONE