* BAD MOON . AP

[vahkarians]

[rp-meme-blog]

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[girlablaze]

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED: SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS ( S3. )

❛ i’m ghost proof, baby. ❜ 

❛ we’re going to see a thousand ghosts tonight, any less and it’s a failure. ❜

❛ i feel like you’d atleast try to talk to it, or observe it, and not just shove shit into its holes. ❜

❛ don’t try it, demon! ❜  

❛ that bat was straight up going for your ass — it was an ass bat. ❜

❛ that looks like the thing i put my tea on, but it’s levitating ❜ 

❛ you got a big wide open wilderness there, you can stuff bones anywhere. ❜

❛ stop banging on the door, you prick! ❜

❛ this looks like a place where a serial killer would keep his victims. ❜

❛ what if i open this and a thousand rattle snakes come out? ❜

❛ you’d be the worst diplomat when it comes to alien-human relations, every fucking solution you’ve offered is shoot at them with your gun. ❜      

❛ let’s boogie, boys! ❜

❛ i would pay thousands of dollars for ghosts to be real. ❜ 

❛ hey, you demon fuck! ❜

❛ is will smith dead? has anybody checked the news? ❜

❛ i think i’ve swallowed about six tablespoons of bugs at this point. ❜

❛ i’m not trying to do that whole dismissing thing but — i’m dismissing it. ❜

❛ how am i the same as a satanist? ❜

❛ i just looked into places that would make me want to die, and i think this place checks that box. ❜

❛ we’re turning into scooby doo. ❜

❛ why are you unbuttoning your pants? we’re in public right now — what are you doing? ❜

❛ oh, no neck snapping, huh? ❜

❛ i’m not trying to be crass here but, there is a surprising amount of penis art in here. ❜

❛ this guy looks like such a fucking sad sack. ❜ 

❛ spooky castle — that’s every investigators dream. ❜

❛ at this point, who are you trying to impress with all the bats? ❜ 

❛ throw ‘em in a volcano, i don’t care. ❜

❛ i feel like maybe he ate some moldy bread of something. ❜

❛ okay, what’s this hole do? ❜

❛ we’re here for the cult stuff, we saw the ad on craigslist. ❜ 

❛ so you’ve resorted to orbs now? ❜

❛ i’m jim from the office and I believe in ghosts. ❜

❛ i’m not going to gloat here, ‘cause at this certain point i feel bad for you. ❜

❛ moaning myrtle? this looks like your kinda joint. ❜

❛ you gonna’ embroider that on a pillow or something? ❜

❛ it’s just never a good sign when you give yourself a nickname. ❜ 

❛ not every fucking alien interaction is independence day! sometimes it can be like E.T. what if they just wanna come and have a beautiful relationship with a little boy named elliott? ❜

❛ why would you chop a nuns head off? ❜

❛ i get tired of hearing about shadow people. ❜

❛ any demons out tonight? any horny boys? ❜

❛ as we snuff these candles, so, too, do we snuff you from this mortal world — you fuckin’ wimp. ❜

❛ i feel like a strong man, i never feel like a strong man. ❜ 

❛ you will be chief. I say so, i’m a white man. ❜ 

❛ goat man! i’m dancing on your bridge, it’s my bridge now! ❜

❛ smells like shit in here. ❜

❛ but ghosts? my word, what a waste of time. ❜ 

❛ as i scan around, this place definitely screams high-tech ; we got like, a couch over there with a couple of cockroaches fuckin’ — ❜

❛ it’s a people grinder. ❜

❛ oh my god! again with the fucking carl sagan! ❜

❛ burn ‘em, they’re like white walkers. ❜ 

❛ if i left a yelp review of this place, it would say, far too many bats. ❜  

❛ ( wheeze ) ❜    

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I’m recovering, I’m recovering slowly,”

— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Emile Bernard written c. April 1888

[roadfled-blog]

I really love your blog! I can hear Peter's voice so clearly and the narrative is outstanding 💓

tbh i just came back to this blog just the other day so i consider my writing to be rusty ( at least it feels that way 😅) but this really means so much to me because i love peter ?? and i want to bring novel aspects so tysm for this ??? 

[roadfled-blog]

freakfink‌:

@roadfled​. gets a starter for peter.      「 starter call. 」

━━   ☾      SHE HAD BEEN WORKING ON IT ALL DAY. The intensity of such an aloof character was ━   mesmerizing. He carried himself confidently and yet there was such detachment in his movements; like he was made of the ocean. Calm, deep, and more powerful than one might consider on the surface. It was possibly what drew her to him most when he first walked into the classroom and now, in their third shared subject, Ferris was almost done with the various character profiles of his visage. Shaggy and unkempt curls, the absent and underappreciated five o’clock shadow ( honestly he had to work to keep it that way right? it never seemed longer or shorter just perpetually stuck somewhere between homeless guy and stylish bad boy. ) The eyes. They were were what she kept going back to. She never caught him looking at her but the various angles and expressions she could gleam from her spot to the left and a seat behind him ━  there was something deeper there. Something shifting in the pools of blue. The ocean of his eyes was deep and in deep oceans monsters swam. This boy had monsters too. She saw them in his eyes.

A sudden throat clearing made Ferris jump and snap all too physically to attention, finding the object of her artistic obsession looking down at her. She remained still, looking up at him with an absent expression of mild apprehension, hoping he couldn’t see the drawing she had works so hard to perfect and very much unaware that school had let out for the day and the only two people remaining in Mrs Click’s science class were her ━ and Peter Rumancek.

       the rule was that he was going to endure and start a new life in this place, go to school, fit in, and not disappoint his mother - but that’s a lot harder considering the place was a small town. everyone knew everyone, and peter nearly landed the dumpster bin on his first day by a bunch of brainless football brutes he was positive had a genetic relation to lurch himself. if it had been up to peter, he’d stop going to school and find some way to just live for himself. moving around too long, never in once place - this dark classroom that practiced and taught intellectual activity with what they think students should learn, systematic study of the physical and natural world ;  would only create a headache because of the ONE RELIGIOUS NUT who threatens to call their parents because it goes against their entire belief system, which in the end. complete bullshit.

 peter would be branded the reckless kid who just didn’t care. the kid who slept in class, the one with exceptionally ‘ okay ‘ grades because ? it’s recycled and it’s been done a dozen times.  even considering the obvious feeling of eyes all over him, maybe the attention of one overpowering the rest. and, the fact of it is - peter grew immune to it because he didn’t care.  he floated through an endless limbo of school to please his own mother, and to stop the arguments at home where he would tear down her aggressive hope with the facts of poetic justice with the bad wolf who had no luck. they don’t.  there’s an attempt to leave now, but even standing created exhaustion and annoyance within seconds. peter, who’s got a locked gaze now, drops his science book down onto the desk ; his stance creates a stark silhouette  in the room, and he thinks that might’ve scared her.  “ okay, “  arms are crossed, he’s looking down.  “ what is that?”  a quick point to what she wants to conceal.   “ is there some, personal vendetta or are you just inherently obsessed with me in a way you pretty much want me dead like literally everyone here, “ 

[upiredits]

PETER RUMANCEK. // @roadfled

[roadfled-blog]

"it should never get this bad."

           “  we  can’t  outrun  this  shit.   we’re  not  lucky.  almost  like  a  curse.  “   it’s a bad taste in his mouth,  all of it.  he can’t stand that death nearly welcomes them with a kiss while they’re broken on the floor - being hunted,  accused ;   BARELY SURVIVING the next thing.  he remembers the terrifying  truth of the very first group of upir he’d encountered.  the only thing serving as a barrier was that roman didn’t want him dead.  a cigarette sits still between chapped lips.  icy air burns his skin.  everything was dead in hemlock grove.   “  it should never get this bad,  you’re right.  but  jesus christ man - you’re a bloodsucker.  i’m a wolf boy.  we’re dead, dead,  dead - and the side that we’re on ?  not the hottest bunch.  this town ?  it wants sparkly vampires and human loving wolves - not the kind that think of flesh as the next meal. “  

               /  @steeledveins  (  accepting  ) 

[upiredits]

PETER RUMANCEK. // @roadfled

[memetaped]

matchbox 20 taken from their 1996 album yourself or someone like you.

we’re too cool to be alone.

i wonder what it’s like to be a superhero.

please don’t change, please don’t break.

it should never get this bad.

god, it’s better than nothing.

and it’s best if we all keep this under our heads, in our heads.

it’s all gonna end and it might as well be my fault.

we never thought we’d get so troubled.

well, it’s three am. i must be lonely.

i don’t sleep that good anyway.

if you’ve never heard the silence, it’s a god awful sound.   

and i feel like something’s gonna give. and i’m a little bit angry.

there’s no getting back to good.

well, i can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes.

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[susiethemoderator]

[librarylock]

Hey writers! Everyone has their own style and yours is great. Some people’s writing is lush and descriptive and emotional, others are sparse and sleek and powerful, and others still are fast-paced and immediate and visceral. They all have their merits. No style is better than another. It’s all fine.

[hudders-and-hiddles]

And! Not all of your pieces have to be one particular style either. Just because your last work was meandering or slow or heavy doesn’t mean your next can’t be sharp or quick or light. Don’t beat yourself up because you aren’t doing what you did in the last thing you wrote. That was a different piece, required a different mood. Do what works for you. Do what works for this story. Don’t worry about what others do or what you’ve done before.

[hemlockgroverph]

Hemlock Grove ‒ 1x13

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the  lone  wolf  HOWLS  to  rejoin  the  pack  from  which  he  is  separated.  But  WHY  does  the  pack  howl  when  no  wolf  is  lost ?

                                         (   Isn’t  it  obvious ?   )           Because  there  is  NO OTHER WAY  to  say  it . 

private  +  selective    PETER  RUMANCEK    hemlock  grove  book  canon   +   S1 SHOW  VERSE

            loved  by  rita  .  

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

“ sorry. no deal.”

[roadfled-blog]

We Don't Talk About HG S3 It Does Not Exist !!!!!! 😊

[greysuggestion]

They called me a monster, are they right?