Spoopy

tactical-tacos:

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR

tactical-tacos:

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR

Why the fuck is pheonix a baker

Why the fuck is pheonix a baker

rebeccasugar:

Pretty sick of being treated like an object

rise-of-icarus:

somebody take photoshop away from me

rise-of-icarus:

somebody take photoshop away from me

trashnojutsu:

i dont trust people who are organised enough to balance a fuck ton of school stuff on top of a normal life because you know who else could do that??? fucking light yagami

siggymcpissyface:

I like to think kurloz goes to hot topic

siggymcpissyface:

I like to think kurloz goes to hot topic

Paint me, j.d and veronica, j.d. Is an artist and veronica had no idea shenanigans ensue
Anonymous

snappy-snackshack:

Every Monday and Wednesday, use it in the campus café to watch students and teachers of Buffalo both before and between classes, attempting to get a table in the busy shop. You have to get there before five for the small table in the back corner where you have your set up around two empty coffee cups and your server the straining quickly. 

This morning there’s a prof writing hurriedly into a lesson book; a group of guys clustered around the laptop; two girls giggling and holding hands; many people your age looking very tired as they struggle to finish their paper due at the beginning of class. Under the circumstances no one really catches your attention within the setting, but you do need a subject so charcoal is swept across the page regardless of your interest level. Black smudges are left on the coffee cup when you take a drink and it’s so lucky that you have a good friend who works here and cleans up after you when you have to make the mad dash to classes. Ah, the glamorous life of n

You’re about to start on a particularly exhausted looking student hunched over a calculator when she walks in. Every morning you’re here and maybe others she comes in, often weighed down with law text books. Your friend behind the counted says her name is Veronica and that every morning she orders a large caramel latte and an oregano biscuit. Weird combination but it’s not really our opinion, now it it?

Veronica is beautiful, from her dishevelled hair, tired eyes, the way her brow furrows when she concentrates on whatever she’s scrubbing into that ancient notebook while trying to hold one lens in place. She made a fantastic study and easily a portfolio could be filled with just her profile. You didn’t even know when you began anticipating her arrival but better not overthink a good thing.

((OKAY so I didn’t want this to get TOO long since it is a drabble after all, however I also have a fill for Enamour Me with JD and Veronica so I’m cheating and will make that fill a continuation of this since I have more to tack on.))

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