#pink lipstick stains cigarette butts

[glittergroovy]

[pcrfumebcttles]

@ragnofiglia asked: ❛ I guess you're pretty tired of pizza, so I've brought some chicken if you want some. ❜ It's pizza time!

"To tell you the truth, I can't recall the last time I've been tired of pizza, Molly! Though chicken is a nice way to shake things up~!"

Allison chuckles, looking at her friend. To think. A demon and an angel. The best of friends. Who would've thought. In fact, the most insane part about this is, a demon treats her 10xs better than her exe did... Oh the irony.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Chappell Roan npr tiny desk concert cigarette butts in her hair lipstick stains on her teeth "I didn't watch the superbowl last night who fucking cares" polaroid photo of the audience entire band in matching pink outfits and cheap blue eyeshadow + running mascara the giant butterfly necklace looking like something from claire's in 2006 trashbag in her wig tiny bedazzled flip phone Suger the webkinz "I love npr I'm serious I donate" "be bimbos ladies" she is everything she is the drama she is the moment she is a STAR she really is our midwest princess

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Rosekiller band au microfic!!!

hey guys, I wrote the first microfic in the lil series I’m doing, you can find the original idea for it here

ik I’d said I’d wait but I’m impatient hahaha

(some of the ppl that asked to be tagged if i ever wrote it: @always-reading @blu3stars @chaoticgaywitch @1284646imjusthere @depressedtheatrekiddo @idk-what-to-put-here-123)

anyway just wrote this pretty quickly so it might have some mistakes n stuff sorry abt that I don’t do grammar or punctuation anyway here you go, enjoy:

(EDIT: link to part 2)

••• Pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts

I lie in bed, I hate my guts

A day in the dark 

A muddled afternoon, yeah

Barty pressed his cheek close to Evan as they sang into the same microphone. He could feel the buzz of the music through the vibration of the stage below him. 

Oh baby darling how I long 

To become your suicide blonde

He ran a hand through Evan’s platinum curls as he sung the line. Evan leaned into it, eyes meeting Barty’s, grinning as he sung. 

To lie beside my Romeo

Oh what a wicked way to go

Evan’s fingers moved deftly on the guitar, he lifted a hand, twirled the pick in his hand before resuming immediately, he didn’t take his eyes off Barty the entire song. 

•••

“Ah fucking hell look at the comments Bee.”

Evan was sat at the base of the sofa, scrolling through the comments on a video of their performance last night. He held the phone up to Barty on the sofa, who squinted before taking it and reading it out to the room.

“Skittlefiend57 says ‘omg Blarty and Evan! I’m so gone 4 them u guys’”

“Blarty?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“We’ve been getting my name wrong all these years guys. Wow that’s a crazy thing to discover at 23.”

“Bad spelling aside, there’s way more. And it’s not all good stuff.”

Evan said and Barty looked back down at the comments. 

“Barty and Evan are queerbaiting, they act so gay but they’re not dating. It’s all clearly faked to get attention. Fucking pathetic. Why thank you peenisonapizza. Glad to see you know us personally and can therefore speak on our behalf.”

“Don’t know why they’re obsessed with accusing a band with two trans guys of queer baiting.”

Evan pinched his furrowed brow and shook his head in disbelief.

“They don’t even care about the fucking music, just us and whether we’re dating or not.”

Barty laid down on the sofa, dropping one arm around Evan and resting his chin on Evan’s shoulder.

“Hey cheer up Rosie. They care about the music. There’s a few assholes but that’s a given. If they weren’t talking about us acting gay they’d be talking about whether my tattoos are real or fake.”

“Or some conspiracy theory that Reggie’s not actually lactose intolerant.” 

Pandora chipped in.

“I’m not lactose intolerant!”

Regulus replied indignantly.

“Is that you talking or your obsession with chocolate?”

Dorcas rolled her eyes as she spoke. Regulus avoided her gaze as he mumbled out a half hearted response.

“Remus got me hooked on Tony’s chocolonely.”

While the rest of the group squabbled Evan leaned his head back against Barty’s shoulder, he pulled out his phone.

***

Evan.Rosier✔️

Hey everyone, I’ve noticed there’s a lot of speculation about me and @Barty.Grouch.JR and I wanted to say that it’s none of your business, you can think what you like but please don’t ask us or spam comment sections with theories. As always thank u so much for listening to our music, the skittles luv u x

***

Evan breathed in and passed the phone to Barty.

“You think this is good?”

Barty read it over and nodded.

“You’ve been really nice about it too.”

Evan huffed out a laugh.

“I was normal about, not my fault you would have said something like-“

“Roses are red, violets are blue, you are a cunt and I hate you @peenisonapizza.”

Barty took a small bow, flourishing his hand dramatically. Evan turned around and flicked him in the leg, which only succeeded in making him laugh. 

 “Ok I’ve posted it.”

Evan clicked post and watched as the ‘likes’ number quickly began to climb.

“Now I’m just not gonna read the comments on that post.”

Evan huffed out a laugh and Barty patted his shoulder.

“Good on you Rosie. Now who wants to watch a movie?”

Evan clambered onto the sofa next to Barty who leaned against him immediately, head resting on his shoulder.

“Rosie.”

Barty whispered.

“Yeah Bee?”

“Give me your phone. Look we both know it will bother you all evening not reading those comments if you have your phone on you. Just- out of sight out of mind, I’ll give it back to you once the movie is over but you deserve to have an evening off.”

Barty’s eyes were wide, expression genuine as he spoke. Evan hesitated then reached in his pocket for his phone.

“Don’t spam it with photos alright?”

A smirk spread on Barty’s face quickly, eyes sparkling.

“I make no promises Ev.”

Evan rolled his eyes but handed the phone over. 

The movie was something Pandora had picked, something from the late 80s, a strange mix of fantasy, reality and meta theatre that Evan actually didn’t hate.

Still he drifted to sleep at some point watching it, the stress of the day had clearly gotten to him and something about the way the top of Barty’s head made for a great pillow probably didn’t help.

Either way he woke up to the feeling of Barty shaking him.

“Come on sleeping beauty, let’s get you to a real bed. Here’s your phone back.”

Evan rubbed his eyes and got up, stumbling to his room as thanked Barty in a half asleep murmur.

He got to his room and turned on his phone, wincing at the glaring brightness, turning it down quickly. He opened his photos app, just as he’d suspected his camera roll was filled with new photos.

He began to scroll through them. There was one of his friends, all waving at the camera. A zoomed in shot of Inigo Montoya‘s face on the TV screen from a funny angle. Himself, looking dumb, sleeping with his mouth slightly open. He scrolled to the next picture and stopped. Barty with that cheeky grin of his, curled up against Evan, flipping off the camera. Eyes twinkling in that way that always made Evan feel a little warmer, a little brighter. He fell asleep again dreaming of a body pressed against his in a hug, the hum of a movie no longer playing, soft hair tickling his face and mischief painted in big brown eyes. 

For info about the position they’re sat in (it’s clear in my mind but I’m not sure how clear it is in the description), the song that they are playing and the movie they watch, look below the read more:

Position they are in before Evan gets on the sofa, red is Evan, green is Barty - yes Barty is uncomfortable, yes he would sit like that anyway bc Barty will do fucking contortion to be able to hug Evan argue with a wall

Don’t question the drawing skills, I can’t draw and did it in a moving vehicle

the song is EVOL by MARINA

the movie is the princess bride suggested by the lovely @lulublack90 who u shld defo check out bc she’s rlly amazing at writing

(Oh also Evan and Reggie are both trans in this)

[bloodgutzandchocolatecake]

pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts

i lie in bed, i hate my guts

[emeritus-fuckers]

69 and Jim for the music event because i mean cmon

E.V.O.L ⸸ Father Jim DeFroque x Reader

TW: dub-con. drugs. alcohol. reader was an adult when losing their virginity.

i. pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts i lie in bed, i hate my guts

It was a simple fucking pattern.

You saw him, you made it clear you despised him.

You got wasted together and ended up fucking in a motel room or in the backseat of his car. Front seat, sometimes, if you were drunk enough.

And then you woke up the next day, most of the time in a bed, either in the motel or sometimes in your own bedroom, if he was feeling nice. You'd smoke a cigarette, just staring at the ceiling and being mad at yourself, swearing to cut this off and never see him again.

Even though deep down, as you took the cash he left you each time, you knew.

You knew the damn pattern would repeat.

~

ii. candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker every kiss you give me, it makes me sicker

You could never decide how you felt about Jim DeFroque.

On one hand, he was supposed to be a priest. A man of God.

On the other hand, you saw him getting high very night and then mixing it with alcohol and fucking someone. Surprisingly, that someone was often you.

An ex-believer. You remembered seeing him in church a few years ago, when you were younger and still thought God existed. And when you were stupid enough to believe that him taking your virginity was God's will. When you were stupid enough to get addicted to his touch.

You ended up joining him on his nightly escapades. You gained new addictions, you fucked new people.

You both loved and hated it. You loved how it felt to have him rail you again. You hated how you'd feel afterwards, realizing you ended up falling into his arms, like every time before.

But you knew the damn pattern would repeat.

~

iii. it only takes two lonely people to fuck love up and make it evil it only takes a drop of evil to fuck up two beautiful people

There was a time in your life where you questioned that maybe you did love Jim DeFroque. And deep down you knew you did. Deep down you knew you fell for that damn priest's charm years ago.

And he knew that he fell for you. Your sweet lips and welcoming body, always so willing to let him rail you, no matter what. So precious... There was no doubt in his mind that he cherished you, but not in the sweet way described in poems or love songs. It was mostly raw lust with some fondness.

And you were both okay with that, in some way.

You were both okay with how unhealthy your relationship was. Maybe that was what made it so special. Maybe that unhealthiness was what kept pulling you in.

At the end of the day, it probably didn't matter.

Because you knew the damn pattern would repeat.

~

Written by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @dio-niisio @thatoddboy @ouijaboardemo @emo-mess @igodownjustlikeholymary

[missbaphomet]

Pink lipstick stains 💋

Cigarette butts 🚬

I lie in bed 🛏

I hate my guts ❤️

[danielashdotcom]

my gender journey's been weird

when i first came out (after being closeted for over a decade) i went full blown "masc" or what the baby-trans version of "masc" is which is just justin mcelroy with worse hair. doing this meant getting rid of the clothes i loved and the extensive, expensive makeup collection i had. men don't wear flowy, pretty things. men don't wear makeup. i need to "pass", i told myself. i was obsessed! i had to pass! and by doing this, i stripped myself of any real personality i had. i changed the way i walked. the way i talked. the testosterone helped that. my body was changing shape, i began to LOVE my body for the first time in my life, and the hair that was growing in new exciting places, the way my face changed ever so slightly, even how my hairline went back.

so here i am, bare-faced (except i'd fill in my very light eyebrows), wearing a nice button down shirt, my hair was short and neatly tamed, hairline pushing further and further back, and over that whole two year period i was gendered correctly by a stranger.... twice. in two years. and one of them even got a better look at me and *apologized* for calling me "sir"!

i grew tired of it. it made me deeply, deeply sad. why was i making myself feel ugly and frumpy and boring when for the first time ever i actually loved who i was, and who i was becoming!

i bought the goddamn fluffy leopard print jacket.

i started playing with eyeliner a little bit again. started wearing a mohawk. i gave up. and it was because i realized why this didn't feel authentic: the men i connected most with when i was young enough to know I wasn't a girl, were all men who kissed men. men who wore pink and glitter and eyeliner. men who's cigarette butts were stained with red lipstick. with big doe eyes like mine and pouty lips, painted nails and long hair.

and they were still men.

so what the fuck was i doing?

so now here i am years later, and i'm in leather leggings, cowboy boots, a bauhaus shirt and my hair styled up huge and interesting. that big ass leopard print coat, and nobody can tell me and my daniel ash eyebrows fuckin' anything.

i have been gendered correctly more this year than i have at all in the years since I've come out.

my current style can be described as "i was in a very successful rock band your parents loved but i haven't done much since then but smoke pot and collect royalties and get fat" and people are starting to figure out that i'm a dude.

i serve more cunt now than i ever have in my entire life and i feel more gender euphoria presenting myself as i am now than i ever have. and no, i'm not out here in a dress, but the way i dress is how the straight cisgender men i know in my life would *never*. so it feels kinda like a big deal to me.

[presumablydeadarm]

saw a cigarette butt with a pink lipstick stain today. made me think of all the beautiful tumblrinas on here <3

[guttofurst]

Pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts I lie in bed, I hate my guts A day in the dark A muddled afternoon, yeah

E.V.O.L - Marina

[beckyboutton]

PINK LIPSTICK STAINED CIGARETTES BUTTS I LIE IN BED I HATE MY GUTS

[mermaidinthecity]

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts. I lie in bed, I hate my guts. A day in the dark. A muddled afternoon, yeah. Oh, baby, darling, how I long to become your suicide blonde, to lie beside my Romeo. Oh, what a wicked way to go. It only takes two lonely people to fuck love up and make it evil. It only takes a drop of evil to fuck up two beautiful people. L O V E, L O V E. L O V E, E V O L. L O V E, do you love me? L O V E, love is evil.

E.V.O.L by Marina & The Diamonds

[witharya]

NOME    COMPLETO:   ava   liu   graves   .  

APELIDOS:    inveja   todos   de   nome   grande   ,   pois   bem   ,   eles   conseguem   ter   apelidos   maneiros   e   ela   não   .   ava   é   um   nome   pequeno   demais   e   ,   por   isso   ,   não   têm   muitos   apelidos   .   sua   mãe   ,   por   outro   lado   ,   gosta   de   chamá-la   de   bǎo   bèi   ,   que   traduzido   do   mandarim   ,   é   coisinha   preciosa   .   

IDADE    E    DATA    DE    NASCIMENTO:    têm   vinte   e   quatro   (   24   )   anos   de   idade   .   nasceu   no   dia   um   (   01   )   de   outubro   (   10   )   ,   às   oito   horas   e   vinte   minutos   (   20:20   )   da   noite   .   

SIGNO    DO    ZODÍACO:    libra   .   

LOCAL    DE    NASCIMENTO:   ava   é   da   cidade   de   north   charleston   ,   do   estado   da   carolina   do   sul   ,   estados   unidos   .   

IDENTIDADE    DE    GÊNERO    E    PRONOMES:    mulher   cisgênero   ,   ela   /   dela   .

ORIENTAÇÃO    SEXUAL:    heterossexual   .

OCUPAÇÃO:   estudante   universitária   de   .   

ESTÉTICA:    pink   rolling   paper   .   clear   lip   gloss   .   lipstick   stained   cigarette   butts   .   fingers   full   of   rings   .   mid-day   summer   .   painted   nails   .   inability   to   focus   on   a   single   thing   .   romantic   comedies   .   sunsets   on   the   beach   .   

FACECLAIM:    chase   sui   wonders   .

criativa   .   gentil   .   passiva-agressiva   .   bem-humorada   .   sensível   .   carismática   .   comunicativa   .   impaciente   .   influenciável   .   

marie   liu   graves   ,   mãe   ,   quarenta   e   seis   anos   de   idade   ,   arquiteta   .

james   edward   graves   ,   pai   ,   quarenta   e   oito   anos   ,   arquiteto   .   

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[bonivers]

PINK LIPSTICK STAINS CIGARETTE BUTTS I LIE IN BED I HATE MY GUTS

[beef-brisket]

There goes Adams quiet time. Fucker was never to far away, it use to be charming nut now it was getting annoying.

Adam didn't say anything as Lucifer kept calling to him, eventually running over.

Lucifer: Adam!

He refused to fucking look at him, stupid, pale bastard. His arm was still fucking sore- he really couldn't be bothered with this. Maybe he should just fly off. But Lucifer can fly to. Nevermind.

Adam: what.

Lucifer: where the Hell have you been?! I've been looking all over Pride for you!

Adam: oh, I feel so honored

Adam took a drag of his smoke and flicked the butt off the roof.

Lucifer: what? Adam, talk to me, please-

Adam: no, I've done enough fucking talking. I feel like it's all I've been doing... I don't know what you want from me.

Lucifer: I... I don't want anything from you...

Adam: Then why are you here? Why am I suddenly so fucking interesting to you?!

Lucifer: you've... I was just-

Adam: I'm not being a fucking replacement.

Lucifer: what?

Adam: I'm not replacing that whore wife of yours. I'm done. You think you can fucking boss me around and shit? Fucking- think again, I'm not one of your fucking subjects- I'm not fucking bowing down to you or whatever the fuck you get these freaks to do

Lucifer: ... I don't want you to replace or bow or anything, Adam- what is this about?

Adam: oh my fucking god- just, piss off, will you

Lucifer: ...is it Alastor?

Adam: no! Funny enough, he's left me the fuck alone! He got the fucking idea, everyone else got the fucking idea, except you! Anything go make me fucking miserable, I guess

Lucifer: Adam please, what did I do-?! Was it me attacking Alastor? What was it?

Adam: ...you fucking yelled at me...

Lucifer: what?

Adam: you fucking yelled at me! Fuck... that sounds so fucking stupid...

Lucifer: you left... because I yelled at you?

Adam: yes! No! Fuck, I don't know... everyone was fucking going at me, fucking Alastor, fucking Charlie, Vaggie- giving me that fucking look... it just... got to me... I don't know, I couldn't fucking breathe, I needed to get away from you fuckers.

Lucifer: ...I guess there was a lot happening... I'm sorry Adam, I shouldn't have yelled, but-

Adam: yeah, yeah "don't go off at my daughter", bullshit... she's a fucking adult- she can't handle being called a bitch?

Lucifer: Me, Adam. I can't handle her being called a bitch. Or any other insult.

Adam muttered something that Lucifer couldn't hear.

Lucifer: what was that?

Adam: fucking- don't worry about it, just piss off... before anyone else realizes I'm up here...

Lucifer: ...you haven't been eating

Adam sighed and lit another cigarette.

Adam: You're a real detective, huh? Not hungry, so don't worry about it

Lucifer knew there was no point in arguing with Adam about this. But Lucifer stayed, and sat with him. He even tried a smoke. He eyed a pinkish stain on the filter end, but he didn't think much of it, thinking it was just Adams lipstick. Does he even wear lipstick? Who knows.

They sat in silence for a while, Lucfier would glance over to Adam every now and then, he was either scrolling on his phone or smoking.

Adam: ...want something to drink? It's nothing exciting, just water

Lucifer: oh! Uh- yeah, thanks

It's been a long time since Lucifer smoked, so his throat was feeling rough. After a few months fulls, Lucifer thanked Adam.

It was after a few minutes that Lucifer began to feel strange. His heart started racing, and he felt that familiar ache in his lower body. What the Hell was happening? There was nothing around to get Lucifer excited, Adam wasn't wearing anything too revealing.

Lucifer looked at Adam as he took a drag from him smoke. When he pulled it away from his lips, Lucifer eyed that pink ring that was left behind. Shifting through his limited knowledge of Moth demons, he remembered something about their saliva. Shit.

Adam must have the same aphrodisiac saliva as Valentino, and other moths. And he's been sharing Adams drinks and smokes for at least an hour.

Lucifer felt himself getting hard, he needs to find something to cover himself before Adam noticed.

Moth!Adam having a nightmare! This takes place a few days after arriving in Hell.

@fanofstuff01 MOTH ADAM

---

Charlie: Hey, dad? Could you go get Adam up? He's going to miss out on the group activity!

Lucifer: Honey, if he isn't even going to put I the effort, he shouldn't be here!

Charlie: dad- please, he's only just got here. This is a big change for him. Can you just go wake him?

Lucifer reluctantly agreed and made his way to Adams bedroom. Charlie put him on a floor that had no other members, thinking it would help him get use to things.

Arriving at Adam's door, Lucifer smiled. He decided to take the opportunity to scare Adam. It was almost Halloween, after all.

Lucifer walked softly to the top of Adam's bed. He could see his antennas flicking about. Ljcifer stood by his head for a few minutes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to scare him.

Adam: mm- no, stop... don't leave... please don't leave...

Lucifer chuckled. It must have been some popr winner in Heaven Adam was talking about.

Adam: L-Lu... please stay- pick me, please... don't leave... p-please choose me-

Lucifer stopped laughing and stared at the man. Oh... it was Eden he was having a nightmare about. Shit. He backed away as Adam started to thrash, his wings unfurling.

Lucifer had no idea no idea what to do. The poor guy even started crying. He decided to wake him up. Lucifer couldn't watch Adam cry and grip his blankets. It hurt too much.

Lucifer: Adam... ADAM-!

Lucifer reached over to shake his shoulder but jumped and teleported out of reach of Adam and his wings when Adam suddenly shot up, breathing hard.

Lucifer wasn't too familiar with Moth demons, he only knew of Valentino, and even then, he hadn't had many interactions with him, so he wasn't too sure how good Adams' eye slight was.

Adam: Luci...?

Lucifers eyes widened at the nickname- and the way Adam said it. It reminded him of Eden. Adam sounded so desperate and hopeful. Hopeful that Lucifer was there with him, that his nightmare wasn't true.

Lucifer wasn't sure if he wanted to say anything, he hadn't noticed him yet. That was until he noticed Adam looking around the room, eyes landing on Lucifer.

He felt like he should say something. So he waves and smiles, but just as he's about to say something, he heard Adam choke out a sob and bury his head in his hands, his lower arms wrapped around his thin torso.

Adam: t-thats right... you hate me... why would you be here...?

Lucifers heart broke. He didn't hate Adam. He was an asshole sometimes and a bastard for attacking his daughter, but he didn't hate him. He felt like he should, but he couldn't.

After a few minutes of crying, Adam tried to find his phone. Lucifer could see it on the side table, so he made the phone float in front of his hand. Adam didn't notice the magic, but found his phone. He squinted until his eyes were met with the bright light.

Adam grounded when he saw the time. He was really late now.

Adam: ...fuck it... they don't want me there, anyway... s-should have j-just stayed d-dead

Lucifer stood in the corner of Adam's room for 20 minutes. All he did was hug his pillow and cry. He could tell Adam was tired, but he couldn't fall back asleep.

He never knew how depressed Adam was. But then again, he'd never a good conversation with Adam since he got here. Lucifer really took the opportunity to get as much payback as possible now that he had a contract with him.

He wonders if all of this started when he called him an unlovable piece of shit, that not even the scumiest angels wanted. He knew he overstepped, judging by the look on his face and the lack of response.

For the next week, Lucifer stood in Adams room before he went to sleep and before he woke up. It was always the same: Adam would cry himself to sleep, and he'd have a nightmare about being abandoned and wake up shaking, covered in tears in the morning.

As Lucifer was in his room this night, he was hoping it would be different. Adam was with Angel for most of the day and seemed to be happier. But as soon as Adam sat on the edge of his bed, he knew it wasn't going to be a good night. It was actually about to get a lot worse.

Adam started crying as soon as he closed and locked his door. Fiddling with something in his pocket. Lucifer could see him playing with something as he sat on the edge of the bed.

It wasn't until Adam sat up straight that Lucifer saw it was the angelic needle Nifty originally used to kill him. Where the fuck did he find that!?

Lucifer really didn't plan to get involved when it came to his night watching, but Adam pressed the blade against his scar from the original attack, and start to push in far enough for his dark red blood to start welling up and running down his chest.

Lucifer: NO-!

Lucifer jumped into action. Snapping the blade out of his hands and placing it in Lucifer's hands.

Adam instantly jumped and looked around. Lucifer could see the pain in his big, golden eyes.

Adam: L-Luci-fer... Luci... ?

Lucifer couldn't bring himself to say anything as Adam looked around. He covered his mouth as he felt a tear fall. Adams eyes locked him his. Shit.

Adam: ...please...? Luci?

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut.

Adam: Not even allowed to finish the job, huh...? I'm just g-giving them what they w-want...

He opened them slowly, and he heard the rustling of Adam's blankets.

That night was worse.

So much worse.

Lucifer has never seen Adam look so small even at his towering height of 11". Adam curled up, hugging a pillow as tightly as he can.

Adam cried to himself all night. He didn't fall asleep at all. Just cried and begged for Lucifer. For it all to end.

Lucifer finally learned how good Adams eye site was. Hed often looked directly at him but saw nothing.

All night, Lucifer just gripped the angelic blade and stood still all night, hoping Adam wouldn't hear his sobbing.

Dude my fucking heart 😭

Adam knew Lucifer was there, he had to be. Blades just don't evaporate out of your fucking hand.

Why couldn't he just let Adam die for good? Lucifer didn't even want him here, nobody did. Sure he started getting along well with Angel but big deal.

Other than height being a moth demon was fucking stupid. He could barely see! He even had to have the largest print enabled on his phone so he could see to use it.

Adam ran out of tears quickly, he was dehydrated from it and he wasn't exactly drinking water to put anything back.

Lucifer never wanted him, so why not just let Adam go? To torture him probably.

Oh look, Adam did still have some tears to cry.

[shebetrayer]

what  are  your  muse’s  aesthetics ?

bold  any  which  apply  to  your  muse .   remember  to  repost  &  not  reblog .  feel  free  to  add  to  the  list  .

fire.  ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. orchids. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silk. cotton. velvet. leather. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. ink. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. avian. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. dagger. staff. arrow. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. roots. feathers. scales. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. opals. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. bone. lions. wolves. dragons.

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