Two OCs flirting uhhhhh talking in a garden mid party!! Paul Avery, and his childhood friend/rival (who he's been in love with since he was ten), Vanessa Cordova!
Os Assassinos em Série de David Fincher
Apesar de Jack, o Estripador ter sido o Serial Killer mais famoso: entre 1888 e 1891, o termo só foi oficializado nos anos setenta pela equipe do ex-agente do FBI John Douglas que ao lado do escritor Mark Olshaker publicaram Mindhunter: Por dentro da Unidade de Crimes em Série de Elite do FBI, duas décadas depois – adaptado pela Netflix entre 2017 e 2019.…
see what i mean?! i have been obsessed with four different powerful magic/supernatural-associated blonds in top hats over the past six months!!! what happened 😭💖
"So, why doesn't this taste disgusting?" Tom Avery asked as he waited for Y/N to stop cramming it into his mouth, before giving him the blood bag. It was weird. This was supposed to taste gross, make him vomit this stuff up, but he didn't want to. He likes the coppery taste on his tongue.
Y/N looks at him. "Because you're a vampire now. Vampires need blood like a human needs a double bacon cheeseburger with fries."
Tom nods. "That's a weird comparison that I never thought I'd ever hear in my life." He drinks the remaining blood, but is still hungry by the time he's finished. As if sensing his still apparent hunger, Y/N hands him another one and Tom greedily rips into it with his new fangs and gasped when he saw his sclera blood-shot red. Black veins underneath his eyes. He looks at Y/N. "What the fuck?"
"What? Were you expecting us to have horns too?" Y/N jokes as Tom rolls his eyes exactly like Stefan.
"You're hilarious."
Y/N smiled. "Come on. We need to go."
"Go? Go, where?"
"The monster league. A little town in Virginia called Mystic Falls. You can meet my boyfriend, who looks exactly like you. Literally."
Then he was looking at her, walking forward, smiling warmly, and her first shocked thought was: Why, he’s my age!
Randy Flagg’s hair was dark, tousled. His face was handsome and ruddy, as if he spent much time out in the desert wind. His features were mobile and sensitive, and his eyes danced with high glee, the eyes of a child with a momentous and wonderful secret surprise.