FEAR AND BULLETS.

indie eric draven / guided by kate

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random gifs of eric draven 1/?

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The Crow (1994)

dir. Alex Proyas

“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.”

[hexmurphy]

It’s really late, Sarah… You didn’t say goodbye. You’re just going to have to forgive me for that. And you’re never coming back.

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The Crow (1994) dir. Alex Proyas

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Les Sylphides, Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo, 1937. Photos by Merlyn Severn.

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me ? bringing back eric bc of the SOLID psd and aesthetic ?

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random gifs of eric draven 1/?

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        eyes glanced briefly to the turntable , needle hitting the dead wax in between the songs until jim croce’s voice return .  eric pulled her closer , raising their paired hands to plant a soft kiss to the back of her hand . the soft riff is played twice before the lyrics kick in , causing him to sing along as they swayed back and forth .      '   well ,  i know it's kind of late ; i hope i didn't wake you , but what I got to say can't wait . . . i know you'd  u n d e r s t a n d    '

@virtueshaped   CONTINUED   !

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SNAPCURSED.

PEARLY     TEETH     AS     SHARP     AS     POINTS     GRIND     UNDERNEATH     MAW     despite   the     great     delight     that    was     taken     from     the     morbid     entertainment     presented     like     a     neatly     wrapped     gift.     Ginger     guessed     she     should     offer     some     token     of     GRATITUDE     for     the     “wild”     thrill     but     sarcasm     never     halts,   just     itching     to     be     let     out     ————-  ❝Well     I’ll     be     DAMNED,     some     people     still     take     things     literally     despite     it     being     unmistakably     sarcastic…❞    

        dark lips continue to stretch into an impossibly and horrible grin that overtakes his other features . it dissipates slightly as he speaks but is forced up once more as his retort fades .       '   LIFE is too short to take things figuratively    '   

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WICKERY.

         WHAT HAPPENS AFTER  /  could it be so much worse ? not a day goes by that she doesn’t remember, doesn’t regret. a sinking stone in the pit of her stomach that twists and rotates in new ways that leave her breathless from the pain.      ❛❛   maybe.     ❜❜    she closes her eyes and she sees him ——— the trickster god who took. half-moon crescents, nail into palm. you’re safe, quentin’s voice in her head. he’s gone. but isn’t that the way ? long after the act, it is the brutalized who suffer. she sniffs idly ; she returns to this plane and closes the door suddenly on the past. the new york night cuts through her on a solitary roof. sleeve dabs at dampness in the dark. his presence is an open wound and it is the empaths who are made to feel.     ❛❛   look, no offense? but this life is plenty fucked up enough without having to worry about what comes after.    ❜❜    

        he sinks down beside her , growing more comfortable and at ease by the second ; he can only hope she does too . he is there to HELP .  eric slowly rotates his head to catch her glance .         '   you’re HEALING . . . and one day those wounds will   c l o s e   . they will leave scars but that STING will become faint . one  d a y , you will find someone or something that will make the past disappear . . . only leaving hazy memories and those scars .  trust me   '

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MCREADIES.

SPILL  YOUR  GUTS   /   YOU’RE  A  FEAST  FOR  THE  WORMS .  with  no  delay  does  teen’s  index  finger  clench  the  trigger  of  a  glock  so  comfortable   (  *  AT   HOME   )   in  her  mitt .  not  one ,  two  -  three ,  not  even  four  or  five !    SIX   ROUNDS   are  fired  in  the  general  direction  of  the  strangers  torso ,  with  only  the  purest ,  rawest  impulse  to  his  demand .  i  don't  back  down  from  my  word .

        it plays out painstakingly slow for him . each bullet passed through his bare chest , exiting after following a skewed path through his   g u t s  .  by the time the last one clashes against his flesh , the first has begun to heal .  after a few more seconds , all that’s left of the first gash is a pinkish stain .  he stumbled back slightly as it closes and the next one begins .  he hardly felt pain BUT he could taste the cold bitterness clashing against this exposed inside .  each wound closes slower than the last but as soon as half are healed painted features stretch wide .        '   how about a MOVING target ?   '

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SALTCRCLE.

        THERE’S A SENSE of unease crawling up her spine, the feeling of being watched. the sanderson cottage is LEFT BEHIND, fresh protective wards in place, and the walk home is long. allison pauses, hazel eyes lifting to meet those of a crow, and the jolt that rushes through her near takes her breath away. there’s an awareness, deep and dark, and the young witch stares, meeting it’s gaze as steadily as she can.

        ONE CROW :  be wary . little child , bad luck will rain down as the bird circles ‘round !    black feathers ruffle against its slim body as its beak opens as if to sing his   c r u e l   song . . . instead a VOICE comes from the darkness.        '  you know , TWO crows is good luck  –––––– it all depends if you believe in those superstitions   '

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MAJESTXT.

a scoff, features scrunching up in disgust for a second.     ❛ i take little joy in anything regarding you, if i have to be honest.❜

       '   HONESTY is the first bud in a beautiful friendship   '       words are completely drenched in sarcasm as they fall from painted lips that creep further up his cheeks 

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THEYREVOLT.

                 “ i would say that shit is sharp enough alright. “ this girl doesn’t even dwell upon such trivial matters – sin was a synonym for fun in her own mind and what do girls just wanna have? a smirk at her own thought, which soon blooms into a grin, pearly whites on show for all to see, “ sharp enough to cut a bitch. “

       '   so EAGER ! so eager to be  f r e e  . . .  or to blatantly rebrace your crimes against those who remain  h o l y   '        words fade into a bitter hiss , painted lips mimicking her grin .         '   OH , and do you wish to confess your sins before your CREATOR ?  i have something that might help  . . .  s h a r p   enough to cut each of your little fingers off   '

[adamlichi]

[creepyandspooky]

Favorite story for Halloween:The Crow (1994)

↳ Eric Draven:

“People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.”