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    the haunting of hill house     sentence meme.

    episode 1 - 3

it’s okay. go back to bed.

you okay? you scared? that’s okay. i get scared too sometimes.

why are you awake?

your big brother must have scared her away. big brothers are good like that.

the big dreams can spill out sometimes.

how long do we have to live here?

do you remember that storm?

i’ve never seen a ghost.

i don’t need to say goodbye.

i need you to call me.

there’s nothing easy about this house.

this door’s been locked for years and years and years and years, so if there’s a pony in there, it’s dead.

i know you don’t need me to tell you this, but literally everything is an emergency with [name].

look, i can’t deal with this right now.

that’s why everybody dumps their shit on me, isn’t it?

where’d you come from?

i’m just kind of a germophobe. 

i know you normally prefer the company of cold stiffs.

i mean, she’s sweet enough but - pile of issues.

who’s saying it’s quick? i’m a giver.

you’re like a guy. you’re worse than a guy, you’re like a frat guy.

when i said you could live here, i wasn’t expecting the pussy parade.

i’m drawing boundaries, which is something you might want to look into.

she’s got one foot in crazy and the other on a banana peel.

we gotta get out of here right now.

you keep your eyes closed no matter what you hear. you don’t open them. you promise?

you don’t just get to call me and tell me what to do.

a ghost can be a lot of things: a memory, a daydream, a secret. grief, anger, guilt.

i’ve seen a lot of ghosts. just not the way you think.

this is the worst of the bullshit- worse than the tabloids.

i need to start a real life for my own family.

no one will come any nearer than that.

something tells me they weren’t too scared of the dark.

science isn’t an exact science, you know.

how do you spell ‘no girls allowed’?

i used to have imaginary friends, too. they go away when you get bigger.

thanks. i needed a good scare.

you just stood there and watched him loot me?

i’m going to fix her.

every house needs a heart, and this is ours.

a house is like a person’s body.

when you’re little, you learn how to see things that aren’t there.

i told you, i’m too old for tea parties.

i don’t blame you for screaming.

there’s no such thing as ghosts and you know it.

you can pay me back when you’re a famous writer.

imagine the worst thing possible, assume it’s true, and go from there.

why are you banging on the wall?

i told you she was in trouble.

you know how when you take one of your pictures, you capture something forever, just the way it is? stories do that, too.

when we die, we turn into stories.

we’re all stories in the end.

this is too much for anyone.

codeine’s finally kicking in.

she’s gonna have a pretty messed up view of death coming out of this no matter what.

i’m sad, too. so sad, i can’t even tell you.

i handcuffed him to a radiator downstairs. he’s not going anywhere.

i just wanted to say break a leg - and if you make a run for it, i’ll keep the car running, okay?

you have another nightmare?

you can sleep with me for tonight.

you’re really freaked out, huh? ease up a little.

you’re squeezing too tight.

the stairs - the third step from the top, it makes a sound.

he’s always smiling, but he isn’t happy.

when i was little, i was afraid of a lot of things.

kids like us have been through more than other kids.

the foster care system isn’t the easiest place to grow up.

do you feel cold right there?

this whole house is cold.

you’re out of mustard and you’re almost out of turkey.

you always figure out how to help.

ugh, what is that smell?

i was trying to take ownership of something that doesn’t belong just to me.

i’m trying to do the right thing.

maybe it’s a middle child thing, but i just would rather focus on living my actual life right now.

want to let go of his arm?

you don’t have to be so mean about it.

there’s a ladder down here on the wall. you can come get me.

there’s something down here!

it’s okay, baby, we’re right here.

something grabbed me! monster! it was a monster!

we didn’t know you were into…?

sorry to bring this up again, but why the hell would she go to that house?!

don’t elaborate. don’t offer information that’s not requested.

i don’t want to have to tell them that i’m fucking pissed at [name] who should have known better.

nobody ever believes me.

i believe you.

i was just out and about and thinking about your case.

you just have to trust me on this. i haven’t been wrong before, have i?

i’m sure the guy will confess if you just get them here.

i really, really don’t like that you went down there by yourself.

we’ll talk a lot more about it as you get older.

if you’re feeling overwhelmed and you think nobody will understand, you can talk to me. about anything.

i’m pretty good at secrets.

you got a couple things wrong in there, by the way.

that was really wild stuff considering that you were asleep for, what, like ninety-nine percent of it?

i’m gonna get my fucking phD.

i thought i heard somebody down here.

make up something that’s gonna piss her off less than the truth.

we barely said two words to each other.

can we take a second and talk?

what do people usually talk about?

she just needed help and no one was listening.

so should we talk about your day or would you rather come to bed?

you get in, lock the doors, don’t unlock until you see me come outside.

don’t touch me!

touch me.

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runs in the family // amanda palmer.

[wtfmalhgo]

I just saw a kid yell ‘fuck off’ at the top of his lungs and then his phone started ringing so he picked it up like 2 fucking milliseconds after it started ringing and said “hi mama” in the softest god damn voice I’ve ever heard

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apotheosistm‌:

      A forced smile, a bad habit he couldn’t get rid of, was offered to the demon next to him. “I might be old, but I never stop learning new tricks. Also - maybe should get rid of that name. Too steeped in history, if you know what I mean.”, he commented on the harmless teasing Paimon’s, before noticing the shift in the body next to him. 

     Surprised but also fascinated Gabriel couldn’t help but stare at the boy that seemed to get the upper hand of his possessed body again. He surely would memorize that trick, in case he ever needed to win a fight against his new colleague. 

     The fallen blinked at the question thrown at him and then shook his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. “Sorry to disappoint, kid,  but not anymore. I now play for the team that corrupted your soul and body.”, he stated in case his conversation partner was about to ask him for help, which would have been against the rules anyways, wouldn’t it? 

     Probably not even god herself could help this lost soul now.

AFTER all this time, Peter knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up — because if there really was a way to get out of this nightmare, he would’ve already found it — but Gabriel’s answer is disappointing all the same.

“ Oh. ” Hot tears begin to prickle at the corners of his eyes, and he hurriedly reaches up to wipe them off on the back of his hand. He wasn’t going to cry in front of a complete stranger. He refused to give Paimon the satisfaction.

And so, seeking a distraction, he stares down into the tumbler of whiskey below him. It’s clear enough for him to see his reflection within, but something was… off. The him in the glass was smiling, lips stretched in a wide, mocking grin with too many teeth.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he counts to three before opening them again.

Back to normal.

“ What happened to you? ” The question spills from him unbidden, voice thick with gloom. Was he asking Gabriel? Paimon? Himself? Even he isn’t sure, but for conversation’s sake, Peter decides on the former. He knew enough to recognize Gabriel as the name of an angel, so what did he mean when he said he was no longer what he used to be?

“ Did you… fall? ”

[createsillusions]

”You gotta at least be a level five cannibal. The gameplay’s a little rough at first, but you’ll get there.“ Snickering at his absolutely genius joke, he shook his head, then took a moment to gather himself. "In all seriousness? Just eat it with other food. I personally think turkey or chicken goes great with human flesh, but everyone has different tastes.”

[200legions-blog]

HE feels as if he should start taking notes. Obviously, there’s a lot more that went into this people-eating thing than he’d originally anticipated. He’s going to have to remember that the next time Aunt Joan tried to feed him raw liver.

Needless to say, Cam’s little play on words doesn’t go unnoticed by Paimon, and he buries his face in his hands, letting out a long, exaggerated groan that sounded uncannily similar to a dying cow. “ Dude. Really? If you’re just going to be making cannibal puns all day, I’m fuckin’ outta here. ”

[onlymovies]

alex wolff’s best acting in hereditary (2018)

[sisterscorned]

@200legions // Sent  ❝ What… are you doing? ❞  for First Interactions / Break the Ice Starter Sentences.

She stands idle, hands resting at her sides as her inky hues stare at a cliffs edge—not that she had been considering jumping…rather she was TESTING her anxieties, attempting to bring forth something other then NUMBNESS…but the sound of a voice pulls her attention back to the physical world, a gentle gasp escaping as she takes two steps away from the edge, her eyes shifting to stare down a male whom she hadn’t encountered before.

“What’s it to you?” She speaks a little more tense then the soft gasp she had previously uttered,”I wasn’t going to jump—if that’s what you were thinking.” Winter feels the need to assert that—last thing she wants is to be hauled off to a loony bin from a misconception. “I was just…taking a look. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say.” Finally lips curl providing a faux expression of happiness, “My name is Winter—who are you?”

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THE sight of the figure perched precariously at the edge of a cliff causes something in his consciousness to stir. Familiarity? Recognition? …No, he didn’t recognize her, but he couldn’t shake the gnawing, biting sensation that flooded his veins with ice. It would be so, so easy to reach over and push; even a stiff breeze could send her tumbling over the edge.

For just a moment, he’s falling again. Shattered glass, shattered body, shattered mind. Pain was the only thing he could think of before another presence swooped in to piece together the remains.

You should’ve tried harder to stop it.

The annoyed cluck that tumbles unbidden past his lips snaps him back to the present. The figure — the woman, Winter is speaking to him, introducing herself. Had he said something to her before this? He couldn’t remember.

“ Peter. ” His lips are moving of their own accord — voice low and confident — returning her smile with one of his own. “ But most people call me Paimon. ”

Peering over the edge, he stares down into the inky blackness below. A quiet hum of approval escapes him.

“ You have a good eye, Winter. A fall from this height would mean certain death. Is that what you want? ”

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desperaxdo‌:

It should be the biggest detour, the energy alone. Being what he is, something not human HIMSELF - he can feel it, highly attuned & this burns his senses with a rawness that almost thrives in the beating of his heart.  He watches with prickled adoration at the stranger, how they DESTROY flesh with barely a flinch & he can feel his stomach knot in desperation to dive into the darkness that looms beneath his surface.  It’s the voice that breaks his hyper fixation & brows narrow, light eyes slow in the progression to look at the male in the eyes. Child? they couldn’t be very different in age. “ You can see me from here and if not, put on glasses “ 

IMPUDENT. Paimon does smile, then — delighted and malicious at the same time.

“ We don’t need glasses to see through you, child. ” There’s a strange hum to his voice that’s almost a purr, but not quite.

In a smooth, languid motion, he unfolds to his full height. Peter was is tall for a boy his age; barely grown into his limbs and and clumsy like a newborn foal, though he now moves with a deliberate, almost predatorial grace.

Great kings did not trip or stumble.

“ You’re… different. I can feel it on you. ” Slowly, surely, he approaches the stranger. Truth be told, he’s more curious about his intentions than his inhuman nature. Those who sought out Paimon often did so with the intention of earning his favor.

“ Is there something you seek? ”

[valtsv]

*calling out to the demonic entity approaching me from where i'm tied to a stake in the village square as a sacrifice to them* nooo dont kill me youre so sexy haha

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Alex Wolff in The House of Tomorrow (2017)

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Lemon Demon- Eighth Wonder

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I never wanted to be your mother.

HEREDITARY (2018) dir. Ari Aster

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@createsillusions​ liked this for a starter !!

“ HEY, I need some pointers on this whole eating-the-flesh-of-the-innocent thing. How do you, like… get past that? ”

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@desperaxdo​ liked this for a starter !!

TALL, lanky, and bird-boned, Peter Graham could never be described as intimidating, but you didn’t have to be when your body held the presence of one far greater.

The coppery scent of death hangs heavy in the air as Paimon begins to dig deeper into the still-warm corpse below him. Long, thin fingers close around a handful of entrails and pull, freeing them from their fleshy sarcophagus.

A sacrifice for their King.

Paimon doesn’t quite smile, but a pleased cluck tumbles past his lips all the same.

And then, he senses someone, new and wholly unfamiliar. He doesn’t have to look to know that they weren’t one of his followers.

How intriguing.

He lets his prize slip from his grasp for the moment — there would be plenty of time to feast later. Fever-bright eyes gaze curiously at the visitor as he finally unbows his head.

“ Come closer, child. Let me see you. ”

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work is absolutely MURDERING me but like this for a starter from your favorite teenage demon king

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@a-rchangelgabriel continued from here !!

PAIMON chuckles, picking up the conjured drink.

“ Always full of surprises, Gabriel. ”

On days like these, Peter’s presence was muted, metaphorically bound and gagged in the backseat of their shared consciousness. But when Paimon raises the glass to their lips, the strong, caustic scent of whiskey sends a jolt of recognition through him.

Turpentine — no — paint thinner. He remembers screaming, a lit match, a suffocating sense of sheer, unadulterated terror. All at once, Paimon feels his control slipping, Peter trying to crawl his way back to the surface, to the light.

Stubborn boy.

For just a moment, their eyelids flutter, and the wry, knowing look in their eyes disappears, replaced by simple exhaustion. It takes a moment for Peter to find his bearings; when was the last time Paimon let him out?

“ Gross. ” Nose wrinkling, he sets his drink back down onto the table once he realizes what it is. It’s only then that he notices he’s not alone. Peter only has a vague idea of who Gabriel is, having caught bits and pieces of their conversation beforehand. If Gabriel really is who he said he was…

A compulsive click sounds from him then, nervous and birdlike.

“ Are you really an angel? ”

[horrificmemes]

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.