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❝  Thirty Fourth of July fireworks attached to the trunk.. ❞  Indie 𝓑𝒾𝑔 𝓑𝓊𝒹 𝓓𝑒𝒶𝓃   ⌠ of the movie 'Heathers' ⌡ @BEAVCR❕

[shitpostgenerator]

sometimes i scare the goverment

[beavcr]

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“Damn KIDS — Interrupting the GAME——!“ He shot a grin at one Veronica Sawyer; a half-empty can in his fist. ”The way they’re covering THIS, you’d think kids NEVER committed suicide.“

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      gravel crunching in semi - psychopath’s tone is a rude awakening from annual MOURNING. most days apart from this one, provoking words wouldn’t even pierce him. presently, angular jaw is set, grip on framed photo so tight, j.d. fears he might CRACK the glass.  ❛  sure is a damn shame, pop. that’s gotta be the reason behind all the bud light.  ❜

[beavcr]

He knew EXACTLY what day it was. A year didn’t go by, when he DIDN’T anticipate waking up on that same morning  — with a lazy smirk on his face and the knowledge that she’d done it —actually DONE IT –—–to both of their surprise (but he’d always KNOWNshe was volatile; he wouldn’t have had it any other way). Indifference turned to cold a n g e r, at the boy’s tone. Stepping off the machine with a decisiveTHUMP, as sneakers hit the wooden flooring, he approached –—– the boy’s display really was pathetic to watch; he really was his mother’s son, in that moment –—– and the chuckle that escaped him was ENTIRELY distasteful. Standing mere inches from the boy now, he broke his own silence with a disapproving frown, “ ——Well, gee, Dad—! I know we can’t ALL be slushie-slurping PANSIES. No wonder the only action I’M seeing’s from my left hand.” He paused for an uncomfortably long period— practically looming over him and that damned picture he could never quite get AWAY from him. “Damned WASTE of thermals. ---Better take it easy with that, Oedipus. You break that, — and she won’t be taking a new one.”

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         ❛  she waved at me, & then … boom.  ❜

[beavcr]

“Going through this AGAIN, huh, son — ?” Expression impassive, the old man paused his running machine to cast Jason a look. “ —— That one was a fucking EYESORE. Even the implosion SUCKED——damn government wouldn’t let me break out the good stuff.”   

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“If it isn’t Miss Sawyer — Why don’t you come in, stay awhile — ?  The kid’ll be BACK, soon enough.”  With a remote clasped in one hand and ‘The Brady Bunch’ audible from the TV in the room behind him, he STOOD — strong and imposing — in the doorway.

[beavcr]

Alright! Onto several week-old starters and making this fucker a hell of a lot more active.

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A newspaper landed on the table before Jason; the issue's top story unmistakably outlined in bold print. "Say, son. You wouldn’t know anything about a couple of  missing HANDGUNS, would you?”

[beavcr]

Starter call! Because I still need to work out how I’m gonna write this guy. Also thank you so much again, to @baudelairequoting  for the musical Bud icons!!

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“That’s wonderful dear.” Say as little as possible and SMILE — that’s the  way to do it.

A shaky breath is taken,  trembling fingers moving to brush blonde strands from her eyes. She didn’t have time to PAY the damn things  because she had been WORKING all day. (Not that Bud cared, she supposed)

“Would you like a beer? some cookies? I baked cookies today.”

[beavcr]

“Wonderful,” he mimicked, throwing her  a look as though feeding off her insecurities. The smile was obviously forced  —  (and she must take him for a REAL fucking half- wit, if she was STILL trying to pull that shit, with him). All the same, he strode over to the opposing wall and  — not once allowing her to drop his gaze  — grabbed a dumbbell  from the rack. Casually raised it in his hand — held it there with the hint of a smile on  his lips, even.  " Did you even finish the last batch? ---Whatever. Sounds WONDERFUL, dear.”

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JD slowly raised his head to look at his dad, the smallest hint of fear in is eyes. Swallowing heavily, he let  the words sink in and finally found his voice.

“That would’ve really done some damage, son. You’re lucky the explosion was so contained.”

[beavcr]

“ ——Right, SON." The kid's reaction earned him a raised brow and a bemused almost-smirk. He neared closer, treading the odd tool-remnant underfoot; almost daring Jason to look away first. 

“So, what’s with the bomb — If you could fucking call it that — Christ, the setup’s m i s e r a b l e. You couldn’t  blow your own top clean with that shit.”

[vampire-suggestion]

i am childish, violent, unpredictable, predatory, bloodthirsty and cruel. still, i am way above you.

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@beavcr

“…. The bills are LATE again.”

[beavcr]

“——So, what you’re trying to say, is you forgot to pay them. GOSH, honey! You’ll probably have to pick up the phone with your hands — Actually do some WORK other than swiping my fucking credit card all day —

And work was GREAT, thanks —!   Showed some freeloading B U M S what for—— You know that abandoned flat block on the edge of town? Should’ve been condemned YEARS ago—— Taped blasting gelatin around six pillars in the basement, nitroglycerin bombs down the halls... I would’ve blasted those fuckers straight to hell, with it.”

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                                      Last time I saw her

                              She was waving from a library

                                               IN TEXAS

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Did they steal this from Damien’s desk?

@deprcvity

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@beavcr

He wasn’t sure how he was going to get away with this… Sure it had only been a little explosion, but he’d ever so slightly fucked up on the first bomb attempt.

[beavcr]

BANG! Hard to miss, in an otherwise quiet suburban street. Standing in the doorway of the part-blackened garage— and surrounded by the debris of now- useless power tools, he regarded his son with an unreadable expression.

“Well, gee, Pop. It’s a wonder I didn’t set off those gelignite packs, over there.”

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cutlooose replied to your post:beavcr!

so much love, wow :P

He went from sad and scared to “fuck u dad I’ll kill u if i want 2″

[beavcr]

Haha, so like, a typical Tuesday at the Dean house?