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my glow star pizza driver king - tumblr user metuere

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i forgot i moved forrest to my other blog! fuck ! so he will actually be at @ancienthurts and not... this one

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concept: au where he was bitten like a year or two ago and not like 94 years go

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this blog is so edgy ... such a relic of my 5 years ago self...im no longer proud of it i need a new brand i need forrest to be REBORN 

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metuere:

Remember–he can smell fear. She doesn’t even bother to test the strength of his grip–he’d probably just laugh and get a power trip boner, or something. “You’d have a mess on your hands, a big, disgusting mess, and I’d be in pieces, so I couldn’t help clean it up. And then the police would come and they would say, What the hell, that was a decent radio, you bitch, and you’d rot in jail and die. And my ghost would be so happy.”

    Now he grins for real, and tugs her closer toward him, patiently, while she does her little spiel. He doesn’t want to force her, but he can. And he will.

    Oh dear. He’s missed her.

    “Okay. But. Would I find radio parts. And where.”

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metuere:

As casually as possible, she tilts her upper body away. “I’m a–I’m a something,” she expounds, hands waving vaguely. “It sounds like a radio. It feels like a radio, I think. It’s fine. It’s not that serious.”

     “So if I crack you open.” Smooth, his hand reaches for her wrist.

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metuere:

Ugh–the fangs. Her face pinches in disgust. She feels an instinctive shudder roll her frame and a phantom stinging in her throat. Understandably, she does not like the fangs–and he probably knows that. Her expression immediately flattens. “Radios don’t get sick. The only thing you’ve given me is a headache. Are you proud.”

     He’s suddenly very interested. He leans forward, grin easy. “--You’re a radio?”

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metuere:

Damn–beaten at her own game.

“–you’re going to die soon. It’s terminal. That’s fine?”

    “Well, it’s like this. When you’re a vampire -- you just don’t get sick. I’m already sick. All the icky vampire genes are like: ew, illness what? Disease, whom?” A pause.  He grins, sharp fangs and all. “Maybe -- I gave you a ton of other shit and you just haven’t realized yet.”

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metuere:

“Remember when you sucked my blood? Joke’s on you. I have HPV.” Or whatever. She keeps her voice as level as possible; he’s like a shark and can smell her fear, probably.

     “Oh. Already have it.”

    Or not. He doesn’t know. He replies equally as level as her.

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foulmouthpiece:

     “can i do it.” there are obviously some scary implications that come with someone that claims to hold a virulent dislike of you asking if she can take the razor and shave your throat, but hey. at this point, nothing less can be expected of her. “can i.”

@shitvamp​ sent ‘intimate’ for a randomly generated intimate starter! 49. shaving!

   that makes him snort, soft, and he pulls the razor a centimeter away from his skin to avoid cutting himself. "as if.”

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foulmouthpiece:

     “what’d’y’think.” she thinks it’s shitty, because millie thinks everything about forrest is shitty, but she might like this sweater of his. maybe. it’s okay. she cuffs the sleeves to her elbows, straightens her posture. “looks better on me, right.”

@shitvamp sent ‘intimate’ for a randomly generated intimate starter! 58. sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items!

    the knit thing does look good -- but forrest is of the opinion that a clothing item of that caliber looks good on everybody. with only a little wear and tear around the hems, it’s a necessary item in his closet. he taps his fingers against his shin. what’s the best thing he can say at this very moment -- something that will make her judge him, stare at him like she so often does?

     ah.

    forrest nods. grins.  “spicy.”

[freshmoviequotes]

The Birds (1963)

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magicxecustos:

      He’s suspicious of her, this much she knows. Her face burns a rosy pink, picking up on his accusatory glances. Cool your jets there, buddy. It was one time, several months ago, on her friend’s phone. Not a total lie… especially since it’s what got her to buy the game a few days afterwards.

      “Julie. She knows I like patterns and puzzles and thought she’d get me to help.” Sheri huffs, taking a hearty sip of her tea. 

   “Julie?” He locks his phone and sets it on his knee, abruptly curious. It shows in the bright light of his eyes, the wide gaze, the way he cocks his head to one side. Is this time to get in on the -- what’s the phrase the people are using now. Spicy deetz? “She cute?”

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tfw u antagonize someone cute and then regret it when they end up being like 1.2x stronger than u

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I don’t feel very human anymore.

7:59 pm 4/28/15; l.m. (via seduceddeath)

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@mimicic

      He would sit on that bench, that bench under that buzzing, flickering streetlamp, if he wasn’t so sure that there was something on it.

     Forrest inches closer, and closer, and closer, and then nudges his foot towards it, balancing precariously on his other.