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[fortunefavours-a]

@diablatm

“what the fuck are you staring at?”

[uncivilizes]

@diablatm ( dolores. )

the continental new york is familiar to him in a way few places are. he grew up here in this city, left briefly for war, and came back here afterwards. and no matter where he goes, no matter how many continental branches he visits, he always comes back here. it feels inevitable. there is a tether here, and it pulls him back even when it shouldn’t.

he spends time at the bar, and that time is mostly spent in silence.

still, though, he knows a faintly familiar face when he sees one. john raises his hand to signal for another drink, the motion idle, and takes a moment to put together some fragments of memory. “dolores,” he says lightly. “it’s been a while.”

[hiighhcpes]

@diablatm

     An exhausted sigh fell from his somewhat chapped lips. To say he was drained was a grave understatement. The day had been far too long for his liking. His mind was practically buzzing and he just wanted it all to stop. Though there he was leaning against his bike. All the while glancing at the watch that decorated his wrist. He had never stepped into the club that she worked at. Mostly because he didn't want to risk getting into a fight and that was what would happen. He saw a few men stumbling out with idiotic grins on their faces. They all made a point of avoiding him which he was grateful for. Finally he heard the familiar sound of heels clicking against pavement," Thank fuck," he mumbled, standing upright," Felt like I was waiting for way too long."

[quaereres]

@diablatm (from x)

he  needed  to  see  her  ;  when  he  got  word  about  what  happened  to   emily  ,  he’d  fucking  lost  it.   emily  was  not  an  easy  person  to  get  to  ,  but  hell  if  he  wasn’t  going  to  try.  ❛  i  just  needed  to  see  if  you  were  okay … ❜  ez  didn’t  know  how  she  made  him  react  this  way  but  she  did.  hands  closed  into  a  tight  fist  as  green  hues  examined  her  bruises.  what  the  hell  had  happened ?  he  could  feel  the  anger  boil  his  blood  ,  but  he  refrained  from  showing  his  emotions.  wanting  to  keep  calm  for  her  sake.  ❛ what  the  hell  happened  out  there  em  ? ❜  ez  inched  closer  ,  hands  on  her  wheelchair  as  he  kneeled  down.  it  looked  much  worse  up  close.  his  heart  sank  ,  why  did  miguel  let  this  shit  happen  to  her  ?  again  ,  he  took  a  deep  breath  and  listened  to  emily.   rough  hand  reached  for  hers  ,  feelings  rising  up  like  bile  in  his  throat.  it  was  wrong  ,  they  both  knew  it.  but  they  couldn’t  exactly  let  each  other  go  it  seemed.

the shock of seeing him wears off after a moment and suddenly it’s hard to look at him. she knows what he sees--the bruises, the scrapes, the bandages--and it makes her feel all-too vulnerable, as if she wanted to hide herself away. but then his hand touches hers, gentle despite its many calluses, and some of the anxiety falls away. it scares her how easy it is to just be in the same room as ez, even after all this time. “los olvidados...they marked the church. when everyone--when they saw--there was panic, chaos. i just...got caught up in the crowd.” she swallows hard, feeling a twinge of pain in her jaw where it had struck the concrete. “ez, if they find you here--” her voice breaks a little and she stops, twisting her hand to grasp at his. 

[bishoplosa]

       Quiet steps made their way to the dining table of the clubhouse with only the noise of chair legs screeching against the wood announcing Bishop’s presence. He sat down across from Angel, sliding him over a beer before opening his own and taking a drink. The cool glass begun to drip water onto the table’s surface once Bishop set his bottle down. ❝ When’d you get that bruise? Looks like it fucking hurts. ❞

@diablatm - ez reyes / sc

[repaiirs-blog]

@diablatm​

         ❛ Wow, ᴅ ᴇ s ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ʏ  me with those cable wires, ❜  He called from the sidelines, grinning up at her. He hadn’t expected to meet anyone else. He didn’t go to those dumb tech conferences he had to for his internship in college. He didn’t COMMUNICATE  much with other shops. It was usually just business, and he liked it that way. Of course, somehow without him even trying, he’d met another mechanic and seemed to keep their conversations going. She was like..one of the only people who seemed to tolerate his banter and throw it right  ᵇ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ , which is basically what the day mostly consisted of since going over there. He finally took a break from his projects and made time, just sitting around while she did her work and he said ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ, dumb shit that should’ve 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 come out of his mouth. The CLASSICS. 

[samenkomen]

damp    from    a    recent    shower             ,              piper    exits    the    bathroom    in    the    shirt    she    had    been    wearing            &            a    pair    of    cotton    panties.               moving    into    the    living    room    where    her    gracious    host    still    sat.                  beer    in    hand.                  moving    to    sit    on    the    opposite    side    of    the    sofa.                  “thanks    again    for    your    hospitality.”                 she    says.               though          ,             she   knows    why    she’s    truly    here.                  playing    dumb    for    the    time    being.           a    hand    moving    to    rest    upon    his    knee.               “i    hope    i’m    not   intruding.          i    should    be    out    of    your    hair    by    tomorrow.”

@diablatm    !                                /  /                               NSFW    STARTER    CALL

[socialpariah]

❝ you mean so much to me, i don’t think you’ll ever understand. ❞ (toni)

LOVE && FRIENDSHIP STARTERS ║ accepting ║ @diablatm ( toni topaz )

❝ IF THAT’S TRUE - - - if that’s the god honest truth, then give me another chance toni ❞ he’s painfully aware that ❛ another ❜ didn’t mean a second or even THIRD chance ; jug was easily closing in on double digits when it came to chances to get things right. he couldn’t remember when things started to go wrong ( probably when they started to get high together ), but he knows they’ve been in a cycle of breaking up && getting together, loving && hating each other, building up && tearing one another down, for YEARS now. but that kind of chaos wasn’t healthy, he wasn’t BLIND to that. it wasn’t good for them && worse for their son.           jughead thought he could get it RIGHT this time though. he could clean up && stay that way. all he needed was another chance && he was BEGGING for it right now.

[hclyxghcst-archived]

“say you love me, and only me.” (lucian)

dark/obsessive meme | o p e n

Gabriel can’t help the gasp that escapes him at Lucian’s words, nor the hot knife that twists deep in his stomach when he meets his dark gaze and recognizes what burns in it as bloodlust. He knows this look well, has seen it countless times over the centuries; it’s the one he wears just before a kill, though Gabriel has never before had the pleasure of finding himself it’s object, his prey. Fear and lust mingle within him until they become indistinguishable, twin expressions of a singular feeling synthesizing into one terrible, black desire. This, he knows, is all he’s ever wanted, has spent his death seeking nothing more or less than to be possessed entirely, to be owned. 

Crawling now across their hotel room’s bloody thousand thread count sheets, he pins the elder vampire’s wrists above his head before answering, makes a show of dragging his fangs along the other’s skin first and chasing the blood that rises to the surface with his tongue, is sure to take his time. Finally, he pulls away, kisses him so that he can taste his own blood on Gabriel’s tongue, dark as it is with centuries, with death, before he pulls back, returns a predatory gaze all his own.

“I love you,” he whispers, baring his fangs as his eyes turn black enough to swallow the light, “and only you.”

{ @diablatm }

[honeybeed]

            her  corgi  is  in  her  arms ,   his  little  bread  loaf  body  heavy  despite  his  smallish  size .     ❝  hey ,    em  -----  ❞    attention  is  called  as  she  scuttles  over  to  the  couch  to  flop  down  with  boots .     ❝  do  you  wanna  watch  a  movie  and  order  pizza  tonight ?    i’m  really  not  feelin  like  cookin .  ❞         /          @diablatm

[anqelitoreyes]

diablatm replied to your post: now i’m sad, i miss opie.

me too thanks

shall we sit in our tear puddle together

[fortunefavours-a]

@diablatm

“come on, cara, quit dicking me around. you either know where he is or you don’t and i have it on good authority that you do.”

[invigilandi]

“I don’t get cute, I get Drop Dead GORGEOUS."

rupaul’s drag race starter meme edition || @diablatm

“I’m sure you’re probably both but I — it’s so early, why are we already yelling about this?”

[hiighhcpes]

@diablatm

     The petite blonde found herself talking with her friends. They were walking down the staircase after having gone to see a movie. At least until she felt what she assumed were set of eyes on her. It took her a moment to turn her head and her eyes landed on them. Needless to say she was a bit shocked that they were there. Her breath hitched in her throat and her hands curled into fists. It took her a moment but she was rushing down the steps. Till she was standing less then a foot away from the other," Wh-What are you doing here?" She could barely remember the last time that they had crossed paths," I thought-you said I wouldn't see you again."

[quaereres]

@diablatm (from here, bc i need something after that episode)

late  night  are  often  spent  in  his  office.  when  he  needs  time  to  himself  and  to  figure  things  out.  miguel  wasn’t  a  fan  of  frequently  doing  this  ,  but  lately  it  had  been  needed.  he’s  reminiscing  about  his  time  at  university  and  how  simple  things  had  been.  he  had  desperately  wanted  to  get  rid  of  the  title  ‘  son  of  a  cartel  boss ‘  but  it  had  followed  him  until  the  day  his  father  died.  now  he  was  the  boss  and  his  life  had  changed  forever.  it  wasn’t  a  bad  thing  ,  he  had a  vision  and  his  organization  would  help  fund  the  dream.  her  voice  snapped  him  out  of  his  nostalgic  trip  and  he  quickly  stood  up  and  sauntered  toward  her.   ❛ i  was  just  looking  through  a  few  things.  everything  okay ? ❜  he  reached  for  her  hand  ,  lifting  it  to  press  soft  lips  against  her  knuckles.  he  didn’t  want  to  worry  her  about  things  from  the  other  world.  ❛ did  cristobal  wake  you ? ❜  their  newborn  ,  his  son  ,  a  love  he  had  never  felt  before  ,  but  one  thing  was  clear.  he’d  burn  the  world  and  everyone  in  it  to  keep  his  son  warm.

she’d never known miguel to be a heavy sleeper, not in all the years she’d known him. often, he would wake at the slightest of sounds and movements, like the rise in the mattress if she got up to check on cristobal. given everything he dealt with--what she knew of it, at least--perhaps his restlessness should not have been surprising. still, finding his side of the bed empty and cool was disconcerting. emily donned a thin robe and padded her way to his office. she found him there more often than not, though whether he was actually busy with something was always difficult to tell. “he’s still asleep,” she said, turning her hand in his grasp to brush against his cheek. “just like you should be. what is it people say to new parents--sleep when the baby sleeps, hmm?” she smiles but only for a moment. asking him what’s wrong would do little good, considering the deal they’d made about mixing his ‘family business’ and their actual family. “are you coming back to bed or do you want some company?”

[bishoplosa]

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( ✉ → SMS ):  The last thing I remember is taking a pull of ever clear and chasing it with vodka and having your number written in sharpie on my arm.