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hirxeth

“There is less light in the world now. That much is certain. A ray of light has been lost.”

Antiviral (2012) dir. Brandon Cronenberg

#* puck #lookit the freckles #his wing constellations~

musingmemes:

secret / adultery / cheating starters

“ shh you have to be quiet! ”

“ i think they’re getting suspicious. ”

“ the sneaking around kinda makes it more fun. ”

“ if they find out things will never be the same… ”

“ i like being in our super secret bubble. ”

“ stop it! someone might see! ”

“ meet me up stairs – five minutes. ”

“ you have to be gone before they wake up. ”

“ i want people to know that you’re mine. ”

“ she/he keeps hitting on you because according to them our relationship doesn’t exist. ”

“ what happens when they find out? ”

“ i wish things could be simpler. ”

“ i want to hold your hand in public.”

“ i don’t like not being able to kiss you whenever i want.”

“ if they find out, we’re both fired! ”

“ we can’t keep doing this… ”

“ i can’t keep this up… it’s too hard ”

“ i don’t like being your dirty little secret ”

“ i can’t do this anymore! ”

“ my wife/husband is going to be home any minute. ”

“ you can’t keep calling my house like that. ”

“ you’re cheating on her/him with me… how am i supposed to know you won’t turn around and do it to me? ”

“ we could get in serious trouble… ”

“ i think she/he knows about us… ”

“ it’s time for you to pick! me or her/him? ”

“ i want you to be mine… only mine. ”

“ everytime i’m with her/him… i’m thinking about you. ”

“ i can’t leave her/him… i’m sorry”

“ so all of this meant nothing to you? ”

“ he/she knows… ”

#inbox meme

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plaguewithin:

‘and she is perfect somehow, isn’t she?’

#* puck #tw blood #blood tw

Monthly task for September, 2015.

BASICS

Full Name: Sindri Lysse. Nickname(s): None. Age: 25. Date of Birth: February 9, 1990. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius. Place of Birth: Cork, Ireland. Ethnicity: Caucasian. Nationality: Irish. Gender: Male. Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual. Romantic Orientation: Aromantic. Religion: Holds belief in Nature-based Gods. Occupation: Shop Owner (The Sacred Willow). Language(s) Spoken: English. Accent: Cork Irish.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Caleb Landry Jones. Hair Color: Red. Eye Color: Blue. Height: 5′11″. Build: Thin, wispy. Tattoos: None. Piercings: None. Distinguishing Characteristics: Covered in freckles.

PERSONALITY

Label: The Masquerader. Positive Traits: Creative, energetic, humorous, perceptive, sociable. Negative Traits: Deceitful, greedy, impatient, naughty, sneaky. Goals/Desires: To expand his collection of human teeth. Fears: Fear of intimacy (romantic), fear of drowning. Hobbies: Collecting human teeth, accruing people who owe him favors, screwing with people. Quirks: Always has change in his pockets, doesn’t drink soft drinks, tends to walk with his hands in his pockets.

FAMILY

Father: Keegan Lysse, Father - Adoptive, Alive. Mother: Amalia Lysse, Mother - Adoptive, Alive. Sibling(s): None. Pet(s): None. Financial Status: Upper Middle-Class.

TESTS

Myers-Briggs: ESTP Enneagram: The Performer. Temperament: Sanguine. Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

#headcanon #paradoxtask

aurakinetic:

“I’m apologizing in advance for anything irrevocably stupid that comes out of my mouth during this conversation.” He looked up through his eyelashes at the person who made the grave mistake of talking to him. “I’m Lorenzo, resident yogi and perpetually dying college student. And who might you be?”

“Slow down. Repeat that a little slower for me.” Eyes narrowed, the redhead leaned just a tiny bit forward as if preparing himself for another round of fast-paced chatter. Normally he could keep up -- if he was expecting it. “What the fuck is a yogi?” Cross references of cartoon bears and yogurt split into his head, the image alone cracking a wicked smirk. “Err, Sindri. Hi.”

#aurakinetic

zevi-wilson:

I don’t understand why this is happening.

“Okay so ... there’s this cycle in the world where good and bad things happen. And then the circle of life, and ouroboros ...” Sindri snorted, “I don’t know. Shit happens, then you die.”

#zeviwilson

undeadbutliving:

“Actually, I do have better things to do than be at your beck and call. My life doesn’t revolve around servicing your kind,” she said pointedly as she fisted her sleeves in a nervous habit. With her status in this retched city, Phoebe knew she didn’t have much anymore, but she wasn’t about to hand away the last shreds of dignity she had left. Not today.

“Harsh,” Sindri shook his head, facial features screwing up in a manner that suggested he was going to stop talking altogether. However he forged on, pointing a finger at the girl and leaning forward just a bit, “I have a question. No, I have two. One -- you’re a human, right? Relax ... I’m not going to ask you to slobber on my knob or stash a body. The answer to the first question directly influences the next one.”

#undeadbutliving

monsterpsychologist:

“Meters are highway robbery. Don’t you agree? Certainly the ones that only give you fifteen minutes for a quarter.”

“You know what else is highway robbery? When you’re riding with a caravan through the wild west and a series of masked men on horses attempt to steal from your covered wagon. Councilman Christian, hi, how are you?”

#monsterpsychologist

georgie-pike:

Could you move just an inch to the left? You’re blocking my sun.

“Nope. But I can move another inch to the right, because I need your attention and now I have it. Hi, hello. You’re Georgie Pike, yeah?”

#georgiepike

siren-echo:

“I never really liked clothes.” He mumbled as he pulled his shirt off after it had gotten soaked. “Oh, you’ve come for a swim?” He asked, noticing someone was already there.

“Me, swimming? No, I hate the water. I was just wondering why everyone in this town is so prone to removing their clothes. Not that it’s a problem. You’re not really my type, anyway.”

#sirenecho

numbandnumber

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#* shop tunes #* sindri's songs #in which caleb is a singer #and it's lovely music

hellhazards:

“Yes. No, Sir, I-.” The call ending tone registered before he was done talking, again. Henry brought his phone in front of him, staring at it incredulously for the second time today the customer hung up, first time someone had cursed at him. His curt attitude towards them wasn’t without fault and surely didn’t help. “How are people so entitled,” he scoffed observing the black screen as if it carried the answer. “One minute they’re so grateful and the next…”

“I never give them the opportunity to hang up.” Sindri rolled his shoulders in an easy, lazy shrug. “They’re entitled because we allow them to be, so if you shut them down then the problem is ...” He wavered off for a moment, entire attention span shifting to something before he completely turned back to the tall man, “Solved.”

#hellhazards

hirxeth

“Only those prepared to die will find eternal life.”

Byzantium (2012) dir. Neil Jordan

#* puck

dealermarkus:

“You’re very intricate with your work y’know.” he said admiring how focused he was and still being able to talk with Markus.

"What? Oh." Admittedly he had not been listening. It was a symptom of his kind -- they tended to have shorter attention spans, and while Sindri didn't quite fit the mold of those to which he belonged ... well, sometimes he couldn't deny it. "Yeah, I've got mad skills."

#dealermarkus

dealermarkus:

“What are you even doing?” he said as he moved the four steps.

"Very ... important ... work business. Thank you." Out came a small notepad immediately followed by a pen. Sindri scratched down a quick tally and pocketed both objects just as quickly as they had come.