you're bad for me like cigarettes

Cry plays Corpse Party Starters
  • "I'm sorry."
  • "...How the fuck do you say that?"
  • "D'aaww!"
  • "You're not dead. *Quietly* Not yet."
  • "Oh, my."
  • "I can move! Holy shit! I can move!"
  • "He's a word."
  • "You also kind of look like an asshole, no offense."
  • "Well, that's nice, there's a pee bucket in the middle of the fucking hallway."
  • "Do I go for the booty? Or not the booty?"
  • "Oh, my GOD."
  • "I realized that I don't know how to read today."
  • "*Laughing uncontrollably*"
  • "My butt is buttered up and ready for action."
  • "Ooooh, dear."
  • "Run!"
  • "No no no! No! Oh, God!"
  • "You're gonna die. I don't want you to die."
  • "Is that a noose?"
  • "No! No! Nooo!"
  • "Oh, yeah, that happened."
  • "Oh. Oh, wow."
  • "Am I getting buried?"
  • "Oh, fuck me softly!"
  • "Oh! I'm a bad boy! I smoke cigarettes!"
  • "And now people are going to die."
  • "Oh...OH!"
  • "Oh jeeze. Oh wow."
  • "Someone's gonna piss in this bucket."
  • "You can authorize teasing now?"
  • "Oooh... Fuck."
  • "Dayum!"
  • "Fuck my curiosity."
  • "Well, can't say I'm surprised."
  • "This is...this is indecent."
  • "Wha--eeugh! Eeeeeuuugh!"
  • "Kick in the fucking door."
  • "And we fucked up again."
  • "Education tiiiiiiiime!"
  • "You bastard!"
  • "That's not cool, friend."
  • "I knew it!"
  • "And now we finally continue."
  • "What? What? What?"
  • "That's a familiar name. Why do I know that name?"
  • "This is a maze of a place."
  • "No! No! Hey! Dead..."
  • "Bucket!"
  • "Oh my God, holy fuck!"
  • "Oh, God, you might be dead soon."
  • "Why are you letting this happen?"
  • "Why did you let it happen again?"
  • "Oh--*gasp* Oh, God!"
  • "That was dramatic as fuck and I love it."
  • "What the fuck just happened?"
  • "That thing's adorable!"
  • "Oh, no, what did I do?"
  • "What did I do?!"
  • "Just keep moving forward."
  • "I don't have to remember how to do this."
  • "FUCK I DO."
  • "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
  • "Wow..."
  • "Take it easy, guys."
Random sentence starters
  • "Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?"
  • "So you're a liar and a thief."
  • "So are you going to kiss me or can I finish this cigarette first?"
  • "Can I touch your boob?"
  • "Is it bad that I enjoy infomercials more than I enjoy actual television shows?"
  • "So your mother is pregnant and it might be my fault."
  • "You smell like butt."
  • "Please tell me I'm hearing things and that you're not actually listening to Kidz Bop right now."
  • "You either owe me a hundred cookies or a really expensive bottle of vodka—your choice."
  • "What the hell did you just say about my favorite band?"
  • "Please never call me by my full name ever again."
  • "Do you prefer to read or watch your porn?"
  • "I think I need to lose ten pounds."
  • "Who do you love more, me or your mom?"
  • "Tell me the dirtiest joke you can think of."
  • "Were you aware that there is ice cream?"
  • "That was worth seven thousand dollars and you think 'I'm sorry' is going to make us even?"
  • "It's not that you're wrong, exactly, you're just extremely not right."
  • "You shouldn't be trusted with small children, should you?"
  • "Give me cake or give me death."
  • "I'm starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was."
  • "Are you actually wearing my underwear right now?"
  • "I want candy."
  • "On a scale from, 'I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying' to 'I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst' how much of an adult are you?"
  • "Okay but like, if vampires aren't real, then explain Pluto."
Signs as Halsey lyrics
  • Aries: " Dark as midnight sun // Smoke as black as charcoal // Fills into our fragile lungs // Cause when our demons come // Dancing in the shadows // To a game that can't be won."
  • Taurus: "Let's cause a little trouble // Oh, you make me feel so weak // I bet you kiss your knuckles // Right before they touch my cheek."
  • Gemini: "Would you lie for me? // Cross your sorry heart and hope to die for me? // Would you pin me to a wall? // Would you beg or would you crawl? // Stick a needle in your hungry eyes for me?"
  • Cancer: "You're writing lines about me; romantic poetry // Your girl's got red in her cheeks, 'cause we're something she can't see // And I try to refrain but you're stuck in my brain // And all I do is cry and complain because second's not the same."
  • Leo: "Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles, just what you’d expect inside her new Balenciaga. // Bad romance, turned dreams into an empire. // Self-made success now she rose with Rockafellas. // Survival of the richest, the city’s ours until the fall. // They're Monaco and Hampton’s bound but we don’t feel like outsiders at all."
  • Virgo: "And I sat alone, in bed till the morning // And crying "they're coming for me" // And I tried to hold these secrets inside me // My mind's like a deadly disease"
  • Libra: "'Cause I've done some things that I can't speak // And I've tried to wash away but you just won't leave // So won't you take a breath and dive in deep // 'Cause I came here so you'd come for me"
  • Scorpio: "I don't like them innocent // I don't want no face fresh // Want them wearing leather // Begging, let me be your taste test // I like the sad eyes, bad guys // Mouth full of white lies // Kiss me in the corridor // But quick to tell me goodbye."
  • Sagittarius: "I'm a wanderess // I'm a one night stand // Don't belong to no city // Don't belong to no man // I'm the violence in the pouring rain // I'm a hurricane"
  • Capricorn: "I'm headed straight for the castle // They wanna make me their queen // And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean // I'm headed straight for the castle // They’ve got this kingdom locked up // And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut"
  • Aquarius: "I sold my soul to a three-piece // And he told me I was holy // He's got me down on both knees // But it's the devil that's tryna Hold me down"
  • Pisces: "You were red and you liked me 'cause I was blue // You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky // And you decided purple just wasn't for you"
the signs as halsey lyrics
  • aries: If the morning light don't steal our soul, ee will walk away from empty gold // empty gold
  • taurus: You're writing lines about me; romantic poetry // is there somewhere
  • gemini: I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight. I didn't mean to fall in love tonight // is there somewhere
  • cancer: light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder. I just wanna feel your lips against my skin // is there somewhere
  • leo: He says, "Oh, baby, beggin' you to save me, well lately, I like 'em crazy // hurricane
  • virgo: Would you sit me on a couch? with your fingers in my mouth? you look so cool when you're reading me // trouble
  • libra: We're the underdogs in this world alone. I'm a believer, got a fever running through my bones // empty gold
  • scorpio: Dark as midnight sun, smoke as black as charcoal fills into our fragile lungs // empty gold
  • sagittarius: I'm a wanderess, I'm a one night stand,don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man // hurricane
  • capricorn: I like the sad eyes, bad guys
  • Mouth full of white lies // ghost
  • aquarius: And I've got my mind, made up this time.Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head // trouble
  • pisces: I'm off the deep end, sleeping all night through the weekend // ghosts

paradoxicalvagabond  asked:

Hey! I love your work :) I was listening to Wild by Troye Sivan earlier today and the sentence "coz when you look like that I've never ever wanted to be so bad" remined me of snowbaz SO much. So I was wondering if you could write something based on that. It's perfectly alright if you're too busy. Thank you <3

Ahhh thank you so much! And I hope I’m never too busy to write snowbaz fics haha. Thanks for the prompt! I really enjoyed writing this one. 

It wasn’t necessarily that Simon wanted to be like Baz—that wasn’t it.

Simon hated Baz, it was true, but there was something inside him, some subconscious creature lurking within the depths of him, that wanted it. Wanted the plumes of cigarette smoke drifting from his mouth, wanted the dark eyes, the razor-sharp smile.

It stalked him, these thoughts, swirling and tumbling through his head endlessly. He enjoyed watching Baz out of the corner of his eye when he knew he wouldn’t get caught; he resented when Baz was nowhere to be found.

He wanted it. Him. Whatever.

It was confusing.

One night, when the last embers of twilight had disappeared over the treetops of the Wavering Wood, Simon followed him. Across the grounds, to the edge of the forest, where darkness was the only thing that could be seen through the tree trunks.

He watched, from a safe distance, as Baz took out a pack of cigarettes from inside his uniform and lit one with the tip of his finger.

“I know you’re there,” said Baz, his lips moving around the cigarette.

A tendril of smoke drifted to Simon’s nose and he resisted the urge to sneeze. Instead, he stepped closer, out from his hiding place. He should have known that Baz would notice him. He always did, it seemed.

Baz’s face was cast in shadow, making him look otherworldly. He looked mysterious—cunning.

Simon hated it.

But he couldn’t find the strength to look away.

“Why are you smoking?” asked Simon, taking a step closer. He found himself entranced by the way Baz held the cigarette between his fingers—God, he even envied his fingers. What the hell was wrong with him?

Baz took a long drag from the cigarette and let the smoke seep from his mouth, slowly, languidly.

“Because I can.”

Simon realized he was showing off, and a pit of resentment boiled within him.

Baz leaned up against the trunk of a tree that towered over him, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Could I have one?” said Simon.

Baz blinked, raising a single eyebrow.

(Fuck that eyebrow in particular.)

“It wouldn’t suit you,” said Baz carefully. It was clear that Simon had caught him off guard.

“It doesn’t have to suit me,” snapped Simon, taking another step forward. He didn’t need a cigarette, not really. Not when Baz was this close, practically breathing smoke into his lungs.

Baz took out the carton again and extracted a cigarette. He lit it with a twist of his finger and handed it over.

Simon took it, suddenly apprehensive. Simon had never been interested by smoking—the smell gave him a headache, and he figured he’d most likely set himself on fire accidentally. But he was here, on the outskirts of the forest, and Baz was leaning against a tree with that godawful smirk on his face, and Simon wasn’t backing down.

He raised the cigarette to his lips, inhaling.

And then he was doubling over, the cigarette falling from his hands as he coughed.

“Jesus, Snow,” said Baz, stamping out the cigarette before it started to burn the underbrush. “Really?”

“Not…what I was expecting,” Simon wheezed. He stood up, wiping his mouth.

Baz finished the last of his cigarette and tossed it to the ground, grinding the butt into the hard-packed dirt below. Simon watched him, eyes narrowed.

Baz looked back at him.

“I seriously doubted that you followed me all the way here to ask for a cigarette, nearly choke to death on it, and then toss it away,” said Baz, crossing his arms. He looked suspicious. Dangerous and suspicious.

“Why do you do it?” demanded Simon through coughs.

“I already told you why,” said Baz, with the air of someone explaining something rather elementary to a child.

“No.” Simon paused, searching for the right words (he had never been good with words). “Why do you…act the way you do?”

Baz took a step forward, until he stood directly in front of him. Simon could smell the smoke on his breath.

“Because,” he said, voice steely cold, eyes like titanium. “It’s the only way I get by.”

And with that he turned and left, leaving only the smell of cigarettes and a curiosity burning in Simon’s chest that had nothing to do with the smoke that had entered his lungs.

He wanted him, he realized, as he watched Baz retreating.

Wanted him, whatever the hell that actually meant.