#raptorintern

[uncoding-blog1]

HEY YOU. I LOVE YOU.

HEY. I LOVE YOU MORE

[echorxptor-blog]

raptorintern //Nah, I live in Virgina but my mom and my little bro and I are driving down there tomorrow. Super excited honestly!

[icanthearyouimtakingapiss]

raptorintern replied to your photo:I got these today 8l

UM. WHERE? HOW CAN I GET THEM?

both were today’s tees on teefury one day, after the us premiere of jw i think, but they should still be in the gallery 8) 

[andonyourright-blog]

Send “ø” for a late night text.

( sms ; free fallin’ ) y o i know it 4 am but r u up.( sms ; free fallin’ ) )……( sms ; free fallin’) a weemowep a weem owep ( sms ; free fallin’ ) IN THE JUNGLE THE MIGHTY JUNGLE THE RAPTORS SLEEP TO NIGHHHHHHT

[icanthearyouimtakingapiss]

raptorintern liked your post:When u realize ur muse has the same personality...

eYLIR HAS ALSO KILLED BASICALLY EVERYONE WHO DOESNT AGREE WITH HIM HE HAS ALSO TRIED TO TAKE OVER A REALM WHICH HE DID FOR A WHILE AND THEN GOT OVERTHROWN AND HE MANIPULATED OTHERS TO GET THEM ONTO HIS SIDE AND TURN THEM AGAINST OTHERS

the gov and eylir would besties. 

[undeniablydauntless]

raptorintern replied to your post:What are you doing here?

may i reply to this? :’D

//Of course you can, I don’t mind :).

[vmongoliensis-blog]

He couldn't even remember what they had fought about, but fought they had and Nick stormed out, saying something about the bat. It gave them both time to cool off and around an hour later, Owen left to go find his lover. What he found, however, made eyed narrow and his anger rise. Nick was sitting at the bar, but he wasn't alone. Another guy, a park guest most likely, was chatting him up. Nick could have friends, of course, but from his position, Owen could clearly see the man's intentions through his body language: the way he was leaning towards Nick, fingers brushing his arm. The very look in his eyes told just what he had planned. Spending most of his daily life as an alpha, his instincts kicked in and he stood at full height. His energy was a wall and something to -not- test. Nick was -his- and now had to be reclaimed. He cleared his throat as he approached, stopping so he could look down at the man. "He's already spoken for and you smell too much like that cheap cologne you bought at the gift shop. Be careful, some of the animals might find it offensive." raptorintern,

[theraptoralpha-blog]

"O-owen...did you just, let me see your hand," Nick grabs his wrist, not giving him a choice and sees the blood. Stomach twisting, Nick stepped closer to Owen and looked up at him with concern etched on his face. "How long as this been going on?"

In the middle of a conversation, my muse begins to cough up blood. How does your muse respond?

“It’s fi-” Before he could even finish, Nick yanked his wrist closer and Owen made a face. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his other hand. 

It honestly wasn’t a big deal. It couldn’t be a big deal. He had too many things to do for it to be a big deal.

He tugged his wrist away and glanced to the side. “It’s nothing, Nick,” he said, his voice a little harsh. “Don’t worry about it.”

A familiar tickle started in the back of his throat and he fought it back. But after a second, he couldn’t hold it back and he coughed in to his hand again. More blood spattered his palm and he kept it pressed to his mouth for a second, eyes falling shut.

Damn it.