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my accounts were hacked yet again which is why i have been absent from the computer on here.
anyways, new followers if youd like to discuss a storyline or just wing it, let me know!
old followers--i am working through drafts and seeing what the hackers have done haha
Hiatus through christmas..
Somebody close to me had something tragic happen. I promise i am here. Just wont be on until christmas day. Cheers xx
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@cantbeatyourbike : starter call!
“So, ANYWAYS, there I was … surrounded by succubi, P A N T S L E S S , covered in blood, halfway down a joint with Charles Manson –”
“ at least you were surrounded by WOMEN
i was surrounded by m e n . and tricked into drinking BLOOD .
not a fun memory -- and a night i wish NEVER would have happened.”
deetziisms:
Lydia wished that he was just some strange guy who thought he was a vampire. There were cults for this kind of stuff where people fed each other their own blood. They used knives to slice their skin since they didn’t actually have real fangs and it was just a hair away from being cannibalism. Come to think of it some people did have dental work to have vampire-like fangs which was beyond weird. How did you explain that when you were older and wiser, grown out of that phase and telling your grandkids that grandpa used to be in a vampire cult and drank blood? Beyond creepy.
Then Michael was turning back around to face her and she couldn’t help herself - she took a large step backwards. She wasn’t the sort of girl who got scared of things. The first time she had seen the Maitlands they had sheets over their heads and she called them out on being ghosts. She was hardly phased by it at all. This sort of phased her in a different way.❝No way,❞ she whispered underneath her breath, brown eyes large and staring a hole right through him - or at least looking at those snarling fangs. They could really do some damage if they wanted to by the looks of it.
❝You’re…❞ She paused, licking her lips and finding his eyes instead of his teeth this time.❝You’re really a vampire. Here I was wishing it was some joke I could laugh about later.❞ Her shoulders were tense and when she realized it she took a breath and let her entire body relax again.❝So what? Someone bit you and you turned? How did it work?❞ She’s gotta know/
"ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡ ᵒ ⁿ ᵍ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢ ʰ ᵒ ʳ ᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ , ᵏᶦᵈ ? ? "
ʰᵉ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ, ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ . ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉʳ ⱽᴱᴵᴺˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰᶦˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ . ʰᵉˡˡ, ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᴸᴼᴼᴺᴱʸ . ˢᶦᵍʰᶦⁿᵍ, ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ʳᵃⁿ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵃᶦʳ ᵃˢ ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ . ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶦˢ ᵖᵒᶜᵏᵉᵗ ʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵇᵇᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶜᶦᵍᵃʳᵉᵗᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵒˡᵈ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ . ᶠˡᶦᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶻᶦᵖᵖᵒ, ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ᶦᵍⁿᶦᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᶦᵍᵃʳᵉᵗᵗᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᶦⁿʰᵃˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ .
" ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᶦˢᶦᵐ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵉ ˣ ᵃ ᶜ ᵗ ˡ ʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ . ᶦ ᵃᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜ ᵒ ᵘ ˡ ᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᶦᶠ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶜᶦʳᶜᵘᵐˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵇᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ⁻⁻ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ . ᶦ ʰᵃᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜᶦᵗʸ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵃˢᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ˢᵖˡᶦᵗ . ᶦ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈʷᵃˡᵏ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶦⁿ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍᶦʳˡ . ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵉⁿᵗʳᵃⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿ . ᶦ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈʷᵃˡᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵍᵘʸˢ . ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ, ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠᶠᶦˢʰ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˡᶦᶠᵒʳⁿᶦᵃⁿ ᵍᵘʸ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ? ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ, ˡᵒⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵗʳᶦᵉᵈ ᵏᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶜᶜᵃˢᶦᵒⁿ ᶦ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᶦ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ʷᵒʳᵗʰʸ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵗ . ʷᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ʰᵃⁿᵍᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦ ᵈʳᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʷᶦⁿᵉ . ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦᵗ ᵃ ᶜ ᵗ ᵘ ᵃ ˡ ˡ ʸ ʷᵃˢ . "
ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ . ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡˡ ʰᵉ ᶠᶦᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ . ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᶦᵐ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ .
" ˢᵒ ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᴮᴱᴱᵀᴸᴱᴶᵁᴵᶜᴱ ᵍᵘʸ ᶜ ᵃ ⁿ ' ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ? ? "
ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ? ᵗʷᵒ ᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ʰᶦˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ? ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵒ ᵉˣᵒʳᶜᶦˢᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ˢʰᶦᵛᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵗᶦᶜᶦᵖᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ.
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So today was holiday shopping with my mum. Family will be coming in to town within the next week and our micro oven decided to go on the fritz along with our toaster. anyways, not a very productive day on ANY of my active blogs. However, I work in the morning but will get on to try busting out a few replies / starters when i get home. cheers friends xxx
Did i ever mention I FINALLY received my LOST IN THE SHADOWS limited edition lost boys story book ??? ( after ordering it in...may??)
because the binding was one that got messed up ( due to a cheap overseas printing / binding job according to the author ) but i still love it. it is beautiful. ;//;
The Lost Boys (1987) sentence meme part II
“Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help us. This little boy is lost and we were wondering if his mother might be in here.” “Well done.” “No thanks. Well… second thought.” “I told you not to come in here anymore.” “Wild kids.” “Oh, they’re just young.” “We were that age too once, but they dress better.” “You have a generous nature, I like that in a person.” “Well, how may I help you this evening? We have it all. The best selection of ___ in Santa Carla.” “So, where we goin’?” “You’re chasing that girl, aren’t ya?” “___, don’t you have something better to do than follow me around all night?” “Got a problem, guys?” “Just scoping your civilian wardrobe.” “That’s a very serious book, man.” “Only five in existence.” “Four, actually. I’m always looking out for the other three.” “Where the hell are you from, Krypton?” “But lucky me, we moved… here.” “Take this.” “You’ll like this one Mr./Ms ___, it could save your life.” *helps small child onto bike* “What was that?” “What was what?” “I thought I heard something.” *tears roof off car and kills surf nazis* “Nobody drives this baby but me.” “Okay, let’s go to town!” “I thought we were going to town?” “That’s as close to town I like to get.” “Notice anything unusual about Santa Carla yet?” “It’s a pretty cool place if you’re a martian.” “You don’t know shit, buddy.”
deetziisms:
❝It’s Lydia,❞ she decided to introduce herself when he called to her attention that they hadn’t even made any sort of introduction at all. Besides, he might as well know the girl that was going to get seriously pissed off if a certain someone’s name was said those magical THREE times. She listened to the description of the alleged creature that he was talking about. Her head tipped forward, gaze dark as she stared at him. ❝You mean a V A M P I R E?❞ It would be pretty unbelievable to most people that those creatures of darkness could exist, but a girl who had almost married a bio exorcist, a living dead man, could not be that hypocritical to claim she wouldn’t believe that other things couldn’t exist outside of a spiritual realm.
❝So your solution for whatever, getting rid of being a vampire, is to call on HIM of all people? Let me reiterate when I say trust me…you don’t want his help. Of all people and creatures, you don’t want his help.❞ Lydia didn’t know how she could make this clear enough to him, to anyone really who had the mildest interest in needing his help.
And then he said his name.
Lydia’s face was nothing but a look of utter disbelief. She took a step forward towards him, trying to be threatening despite her size, and said, ❝I’m not a violet person at all but if you say his name again I’m going to be very tempted to do anything by any means necessary to make sure you don’t say his name a third and final time. His way is not the way you want. He’ll cause more harm than good.❞
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᴿᴱᴬᴸᴸʸ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵍᶦʳˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵒ⁻ᵉˣᵒʳᶜᶦˢᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ . ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡʸᵉʳ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘʸ ⁻ ᵇᵉᵉᵗˡᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ, ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖʳᵒᵇˡᵉᵐ . ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉˡˡ, ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ. ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉᵇʳᵒʷˢ ᵏⁿᶦᵗᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ˢᵗᵉᵖˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵐᵉⁿᵃᶜᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦᵐ . ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐᶦᶜᵃˡ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ . ˢᵗᶦˡˡ, ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ʰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ'ˢ ʷᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵒˡᵈᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ˢᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵐˢ ⁻ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒʷ .
" ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᵉ . ᶠᵃⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵃˢᵗʸ ˢʰᶦᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ . ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵍᵘʸ, ˡʸᵈᶦᵃ , ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵒˡᵘᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜʳᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʷᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᶦⁿᵘᵗᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ, ᶠᶦⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵈᵒⁿᵒʳ, ᵒʳ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵍ ʷᵒᵒᵈᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ."
ʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵗᵗᶦᵗᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ . ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᵐᶦˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ᵃ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰᶦᵐ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶦⁿᵉᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ . ˢᶦᵍʰᶦⁿᵍ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᵉ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵃ ʲᵒᵏᵉ .
silverawayyy:
NO. the word echoed. traveling from a distance then slamming into him. full force. he shook his head. wanting it to not be so. he was right! he was oh so right & if he could die at that moment he would. but now for the boy to do so it would not be so easy. if he wasn’t so choked up he might have screamed.
” i-i-i’m g-going to be s-s-sick .“ he was sick. really sick. but even as he stumbled through those words he knew it would not happen. nothing will come up. no amount of dry heaving will dislodge the feeling that settled like a stone in his stomach. & the burning will persist.
he was… he was.. . the boy could not bring himself to think of the word. he knew the name of what he had become. what that man in the alley had forced him to become. & to some extent michael too. it sounded like he knew the man in the alley. which meant. ..
” NO !“ word sharp as it flew free. bill withdrew. blue hues made of ice, but still threatened to let loose some tears. ” yuh-you kn-know them. yuh-you kn-know wh-who turned me into th-th-th-this .“ he with shaking hands pointed to himself. disgust crossed his face. what was he now? not a boy, but a monster. ” i dun-dun-don’t w-want to g-go an-anywhere with yuh-you !“ betrayed. he was stupid to trust the older male. look what happened because he dared to.
ᵇᶦˡˡ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ᵃᵐᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ʰᶦᵐ . ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶦˡᵉᵈ ⁻⁻ ᴬ ᴳ ᴬ ᴵ ᴺ . ˢᶦᵍʰᶦⁿᵍ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵇᵒʸ ʳᵃⁿ ᵃ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵃᶦʳ.
"ˡᵒᵒᵏ, ᵏᶦᵈ, ᶦ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ⁻ ʰᵉˡˡ, ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐʸ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ, ᵇᶦˡˡ . ʲᵘˢᵗ , ʸᵒᵘ ᴳᴼᵀᵀᴬ ᵗ ʳ ᵘ ˢ ᵗ ᵐ ᵉ . ᶦ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᶦˢ . "
ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ˢᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ. ʷᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᶦˡˡ, ʰᶦˢ ᵇʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵃᵈᵈᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᴺᴳᵁᴵˢᴴ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ ᵇʳᶦᵐᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ⁻ ᵃ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ . ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ. ʰᵉˡˡ, ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇˡᵃᵐᵉ ʰᶦᵐ . ˢᵗᶦˡˡ, ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᶦᵇˡᵉ ⁿᵒʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶦˢ ⁿᵉʷ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶦᶠ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ ʰᶦᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᶦˢᵏ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶦⁿˢᵘʳᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵇᶦˡˡ'ˢ ˢᵃᶠᵉᵗʸ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒʸ'ˢ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ⁻ ᵏⁿᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵇᵘʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷˡʸ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᵉ ᶠˡᵉᵈᵍˡᶦⁿᵍ.
" ᶦ ᵃᵐ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ . ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵘᵖ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᵐᵒᵛᶦᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁻ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵃᶻᵉᵈ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵘⁿᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵃᵗ ᵗᵉⁿ ᵍᵃˡˡᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶦᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᶦᶠ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵇᵉ. ʲᵘˢᵗ, ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵇᶦˡˡ. ᶦ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ. "
Christmasy/Wintery Starters:
“Do you think if I turn on the fire place Christmas Eve, I’ll set Santa on fire?”
“Can your Christmas present to me be shutting the fuck up?”
“What a sexy runny nose you have there.”
“Dashing through the snow GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY-“
“Did you just stuff snow down my coat?!”
“Let’s go play in the snow.”
“Imaginary mistletoe! That’s code for make out with me.”
“Why is my gingerbread man so much uglier than your gingerbread man?”
“SNOWBALL FIGHT!!”
“The mall Santa came down with the flu so I signed you up to be the new one.”
“The mall Santa came down with the flu, so say hello to the new Santa!”
“I made a snowman replica of you, but his/her/their head fell off.”
“Will you help me hang up the Christmas lights?”
“Thanks for the gift. I hate it.”
“Aren’t the decorations a little much?”
“Hey, can you help me reach the higher up ornaments?”
“Will you decorate the tree with me?”
“I know you don’t like Christmas, but I wanted you to have a nice one anyway.”
“I tried regifting [NAME]’s shitty gift, but the person I gave it to regifted it back to them, so now I’m busted.”
“Thanks for forgetting to include a receipt, jackass.”
“How did you know exactly what I wanted?”
“HEY, those cookies are for Santa, not you!”
“Let’s make a gingerbread house together.”
“Why is it that every year, I don’t get any presents, I only get socks?”
“Can you help me pick out a gift for [NAME]?”
“Oh my god, my toes feel like they’re about to fall off.”
“Where do you think all the holiday cheer goes after Christmas?”
“Listen, the ugly Christmas sweater’s got to go. I can’t take another year of that.”
“I hope my wallet grows three sizes like the Grinch’s heart.”
“If you keep singing Rudolph, I’m gonna make you sound like him when I punch you in the nose.”
“You look cold. Take my jacket.”
“I may or may not be stuck in the Christmas lights.”
“Doesn’t Frosty the snowman, like, die at the end of this movie?”
“If you think YOU got a bad Christmas gift, just remember that I once got a used toothbrush.”
“Let’s go sledding!”
“Bet I can catch more snowflakes on my tongue than you.”
“There’s a zero percent chance I’m going caroling with you.”
“Don’t forget to leave food out for the reindeer!”
“If you think about it, Christmas is really about a baby being born in a stinky barn.”
“I’m not wearing your homemade sweater from Hell.”
“How can Santa deliver all those toys in one night? Is he a time traveler?”
“The Grinch only decided not to steal Christmas because he knew he would get the shit beat out of him if he did.”
“The last time I went to see a mall Santa, he got arrested for possession of meth when I was sitting on his lap.”
“I brought presents and a couple of smelly things.”
“Christmas is about giving… so give me $100.”
“You can’t go out in the snow like that! You’ll catch a cold.”
i apologize for my disappearance that came so sudden.
i had lost muse for a little bit and became overstressed at work but alas, i m back!
i’d like to start things over with everybody // continue old great threads. :3
if you still love me / want to intereact, you know, like / reblog this or hit up my IM on here
missed you all and i missed michael so much :3
Jason Patric / Lost Boys (1987)
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Day 17 -thecheckisinthemcil
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Day 17 - Scariest Fictional Character.
"ᴬˡᵉˣ ᴰᵉˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴬ ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏʷᵒʳᵏ ᴼʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶦˢ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ. ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᵐᶦⁿᵈˢ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵇᵒᵈʸ, ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ."
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Day 3 - Favourite Halloween Song
"ᴰᵒᵉˢ ᵀʰᵉ ᴷᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᴹᵒᵒⁿ ᵇʸ ᴱᶜʰᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵘⁿⁿʸᵐᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ? ᴵᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖʸ ᵛᶦᵇᵉ. ᴼᵘᵗˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶜˡᶦᶜʰᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵂᶦᵗᶜʰ ᴰᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵘⁿˢᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉ."