never gonna grow old

Indie vampire OC. Please read the rules and bio. Click on the top right hand corner for links.

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 .       rules :    share five songs that represent your muse.   repost,  don’t reblog!

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐎𝐍𝐄. cut your teeth - kyla la grange 

Didn't I warn you not to? Didn't I warn you good? Maybe we couldn't help it Maybe we never should

Didn't I say it slowly? Didn't I make it clear? Is it unfair to ask you? Why it is you're still here?

You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, singing Come back home and it don't feel the same Well I've bled words onto a page for you And you never knew my name

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐓𝐖𝐎. Heavy in Your Arms - Florence and the Machine

I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced a crown

I was a heavy heart to carry My feet dragged across the ground And he took me to the river Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet My love's an iron ball Wrapped around your ankles Over the waterfallI'm so heavy Heavy, heavy in your arms I'm so heavy Heavy, heavy in your arms

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. Never Get Old - David Bowie

I'm screaming that I'm gonna be living on till the end of time Forever The sky splits open to a dull red skull My head hangs low 'cause it's all over now And there's never gonna be enough money And there's never gonna be enough drugs And I'm never ever gonna get old

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. help, I’m alive - metric

I tremble They're gonna eat me alive If I stumble They're gonna eat me alive Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer? Beating like a hammer? Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer

―   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄. growing old is getting old - silversun pickups

So we all are growing old and it's getting old Pressure on our hollow bones and the varicose Suddenly we decompose but we're not alone

tagged by: @loneliestman​ tagging: anyone

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He felt rough, his eyes were bloodshot, and he felt tired, and no amount of coffee was making him feel anymore awake. The mornings all felt like hell and Helen noticed he wasn’t doing well. She’d ask why, but he could never come up with an answer. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

She left for work and Zoey left for school, and Olivia was at daycare. Robert was alone. He stared blankly at the phone as he sipped his coffee. He and Hayden hadn’t spoken in such a long time and he was half-tempted to call him. After all these years, he still felt bad not about an ideal father. Granted, Hayden had made it clear time and time he didn’t resent him, and while Robert hadn’t been the ideal father at the time, he was far from being the absolute worst and he still loved him.

But it still haunted him. He felt guilt, about not doing things right, about favouring Zoey and so blatantly so, but they were just closer and he didn’t feel that was entirely within his control, and while maybe Hayden had moved on, Robert certainly hadn’t.

Maybe he would make that phone call.

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                                     Didn’t I warn you good?

indie vampire oc. tempt cred ( x ) 

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“I’ve got to say that being invited back into my own home is the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to me this week.” Of course he was only thinking out loud, and it had to be about one of the most annoying limitations of his newly found vampirism; invitation. It was an inconvenience, to say the least ,and he looked awfully silly asking his own wife if he could come in, not to mention her cheeky reply, “I don’t know, can you?” wasn’t helping.

[s-orro-w]

[ghostyvamp]

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Like for something to get the ball rollin’.

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someone, literally anyone: mentions zoey becoming an adult

robert: sobs.

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@spaceodditty || Steve

Robert eyed the young man on his doorstep. He certainly wasn’t the angry overprotective type of father, far from it actually, but he still had a reasonable amount of protective affection towards his daughter. She still was his daughter after all. “If you’re looking for Zoey, she left awhile ago with her friends. I’d tell you where to find her but I don’t think I caught your name.” In other words, he didn’t know the boy well enough to give out such information. Granted, he was probably an all right bloke but he was still an unfamiliar face, one that would have to ease his way into gaining Robert’s trust.

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@archetypical || Ray Stanz

Robert’s life used to be typical, comfortable even. He did try to spice up his life but that ended in disaster and a couple of heart attacks, which had been quite sobering for him. But since he had been admitted from the hospital, he had been feeling strange. At first he chalked it up to the fact he had a near brush with death but things had gotten even more peculiar.

He couldn’t sleep at night. At all. His insomnia got so bad no amount of melatonin or any other medication could help. He ended up taking a job that allowed him to work late nights so he could sleep during the day like some kind of vampire.

And there was another thing, the blood. He found the substance appealing and he was deeply disturbed by this. He could smell it on a person as if they had been cut and it was in front of him, watching it trickle down their fingers.

Some nights when he couldn’t sleep, which became increasingly normal for him, he would go to a local late coffee shop and get a hot drink and browse through the local library. Tonight was one of those nights and as he perused the classic literature section, sipping on his drink he couldn’t help but notice a younger male sitting at a table, surrounded by odd little gadgets as he poured over a pile of papers. Poor chap. Robert assumed he was probably a university student or perhaps someone who worked a very odd job judging by the pile of peculiar electronics sitting on the table in front of him.

[bob-belcher]

grown-ish, Nice for What (S02E18)

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After Zoey graduated high school, she went to college to study music, mainly production so she could become a producer. Needless to say, Robert was very emotional when she left for college. He was proud of her but he missed her presence every day and it only got worse when she moved out entirely and got her own place.

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He sat in the living room, not doing anything in particular. The television hung quietly from the wall as it occasionally whispered its soft suggestions to be turned on but Robert ignored them. He glanced over the half read book next to him but not even that could satiate his boredom. The sound of Zoey practicing her cello could be heard as music streamed in through the house like the aroma of a home cooked meal wafting through from the kitchen. It was a sound that made him feel at home.

Rising from his seat on the couch, he followed the sound to the mostly empty spare room where she practiced. A smile dawned on his lips. Admiration wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how he felt about her playing or her in general. His daughter was someone he highly regarded and kept closer than anyone else, even his wife. When Zoey finished her piece, he clapped and she turned. “Bravo, bravo. What’s the next one going to be, hmm? Debussy? Or perhaps another contemporary piece?” His lean arms wrapped around her small frame and she giggled with embarrassment as she gently pushed her doting father away. “I was going to do another contemporary piece but I’m afraid you’ve ruined the mood.” It was all in jest, really. He feigned sadness by pursing his lower lip. “Have I? And here I was hoping for more lovely music.” Zoey shook her head and placed the cello back on its stand. “No more lovely music.” Not until he stopped being a playful distraction anyways. “Darn.” His finger tips graced her mid section and she squealed as peals of laughter echoing off the walls and he laughed as well.

Perhaps the cello wasn’t the only thing that could make lovely music.

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Like for something to get the ball rollin’.

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Sometimes Robert refers to Olivia as “olive” or “his little olive.”

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“Olivia said ‘daddy’ today.”

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Pressure on our hollow bones and the varicose Suddenly we decompose but we're not alone