I don't know who I am. I look at myself in the mirror and I see Stephen Herondale, but I act like a Lightwood and talk like my father—like Valentine.
:: Judging the fuck outta you. ::
”Can you help me with somethin’? m’a little lost.”
[Like~] for a starter.
Nickname(s): Melody is a nickname.
Gender: I’m not sure I think of my self as a British Man in a Females body????
Birthday: Jan. 7.
Current Town: IL.
Orientation: Totally Pie-Sexual.
LIKES / DISLIKES:
Favorite Color(s): Red.
Least Favorite Color: Yellow.
Favorite Food: Um. Um. Um. um. um.
Least Favorite Food: fucking beans.
Favorite Band/Artist: Michael Jackson & The Neighbourhood.
Least Favorite Band/Artist: …. Kim Kardashian.
Favorite Type of Movie: Scientific. Historical. Scary. Action. Porn???? LOL.
Least Favorite Type of Movie: Just straight up stupid romance.
One thing you can’t get enough of: Scotch.
One thing you hate more than anything: HAVING TO NAME JUST ONE THING.
Are you single? Eh.
Do you have a crush on anyone right now? Eh.
Do you flirt a lot? Understatement. No shit.
Sweetest thing you’ve ever gotten: Fuck. Trying to remember, I can’t. Um. My nephews draw me “ILY” pics.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Ehh not really.
Do you fall in love fast? No.
Do you ever make the first move? Sometimes. Usually when I don’t give a rats ass is when I get all the bitches.
Do you want to get married? Eh.
A daydreamer? Yes.
Talkative? Depends. In between.
Happy? For the most part.
Caring? For the most part.
Sarcastic? Uh huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
Dependable? If the situations right.
Emotionally strong? Gotta be.
Nosy? I usually don’t give a fuck.
Lazy? Understatement LOL.
Thoughtful? Yes and No. I’m very bluntly honest.
Considerate? Most part.
Tolerant? Till you piss me off.
| metuere |
[Hold on, hold on. The accent’s going to take her an extra couple of seconds, but then—]
I dunno, I dunno—she can’t be that sorry, if she doesn’t exist. It’s the general public I’m worried about, starin’ at those things all the time.
:: Pause. Blink. — wait no, he’s not done pausing. And staring. With these really big eyes. Huge. Yeah. He’s purposefully wide right ‘bout now. ::
…. I think the general public is worried ‘bout you.
| riding—crop |
Are they choking?
Blue tinted lips and nails — -
Inability to speak or cough.
Clutching their throat.
Doesn’t take a detective.
❝ I’m no doctor. Can’t help - sorry! ❞
Oh, how genuine, Sherlock. Really. Mummy would be proud.
:: Clears his throat. Wrinkles his nose and — ehm — ahhmmm — okay, there we go. ::
”You’re no fucking help at all. Hand me a glass of — khhffa — ehhm. Of water.”
:: Fucking prick. Watching him choke on a life savers. ::
| metuere |
public-menace started following you
Did your eyes grow in like that, or. Has something gone wrong.
Were you born with that face?
I feel like your mum must be very apologetic.
| selflesselena |
[text]: It’s not really something I would watch, as simple as that.
[text]: No need to feel insulted, Jace, you have your preference, I have mine.
[text]: Should I say that could be my intention?
[text]: To mess up with you :)
[text]: I rarely seen you messed thing up, so even it was just a text message, but it’s enough.
[text]: You can’t see it but there’s this judgemental expression drawing daggering stares at my phone.
[text]: I said daggering.
[text]: Your intentions? Those?
[text]: Have you nothing else to do but pester me.
[text]: I mean honestly if you want to shag me then just say so.
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