Last Seen Blogs
tiberiussmirk
Hella Rad Bar Talk
rubbish-in-space
Space Kitties, thy Name is Vol-Voltron?
gardenstate
Greta
blogwoofs
aaaa
Text
An incredible writer! So smart and kind, I love talking to @withgirl-sq 🥰💜
(Because I’m extremely bored I’m gonna start a reblog chain game. I’m gonna regret this ✌️)
Use one sentence to describe the person who @ you
@l1ttleclouds @vtoriacore @rayisalive @bobasis @ithseem @bitchkay @atomsminecraft @jaysquid @sallylovessweets @marsipanic @ihavesinn3d4lot @fempire-kitty and anyone who wants to join 💀
2K notes
·
View notes
Photo
2022 film and tv log [24/?]
» FIRST KILL (2022)
360 notes
·
View notes
Text
bite the vampire first to establish dominance
14K notes
·
View notes
Text
all the stars we cannot see
Pairing: Calliope Burns/Julliette Fairmont. Fandom: First Kill. Rating: Mature. Chapters: 3/?
Cal's fractured family is forced to stay in Savannah. Jules copes with her first heartbreak. Monsters are back and after the zombie attack at Lancaster, everyone knows it. Humans, hunters, and Legacies alike are being targeted. Will the Burns and Fairmonts unite in the face of greater threats?
A post-S1 canon continuation
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They sneak back into the school for more privacy. Ellis unlocks a special side door for athletes and pulls Juliette into a janitor’s closet near the gym.
Cal finds them.
Ellis startles, almost toppling the plastic supply shelves.
“Get off of her, Jules!” Cal grabs her by the shoulders to haul her away and Jules is knocked off her high, absolutely mortified. “Oh my God, did you–?”
Ellis is smart enough to read the room quickly, even under the intensity of Cal glaring at her messy ponytail, the lipstick on her cheek and the collar of her white team uniform. “Er… I’ll wait for you outside the building, Jules.”
Cal turns back to Jules and goes to touch her mouth. Jules snags her by the wrist before she can.
“Is that blood on your mouth? You’re drinking from girls at school now?”
Jules scoffs. “What do you think?”
Cal pushes away, still scowling at her mouth.
“When did you start wearing red lipstick?”
“Since I wanted to kiss my girlfriend after her track meet today.” Jules narrows her eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I forgot my physics book in my locker.”
The telltale uptick of Cal’s heartbeat is different from when she’s scared, or fired up for a fight, or when she’s kissing Jules.
Liar.
Cal shifts under force of Jules’ glare. “You look flushed.”
“Excuse me?”
“Like you’ve been feeding.”
It’s a poor cover-up for Cal assuming, and they both know it.
“That is none of your business.”
She expects the hunter to back off at the venom in her tone. Instead, Cal steps closer, pins her to the wall with her hips.
“What are you doing?” Jules hisses.
Cal’s eyes flick down to Jules’ mouth and back. “Minding your business, I guess.”
Jules leans in a little, close enough for the heat of Cal’s breath to tickle her face before she catches herself. She’s like a helpless little planet, still revolving around the stupid gravity of Cal’s sun.
Read more on ao3
40 notes
·
View notes
