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I. You think this town loves you? This town never loved you. This town loves slouching old houses and soupy bayou summers. Cigarette butts glowing in the backwater. Watchful eyes burning in the trees. II. Look out for old men in broken rockers. Look out for alligators by the riverbank. Look out for the cicadas, shrilling warnings in the mangroves. You’re not as alone as you think. III. Maybe this is why we draw our curtains closed at night. Maybe this is why we cross ourselves and wear silver chains around our necks. IV. You think this town is holy? This town was never holy. This was the devil’s land long before it was ours. Nothing holy has lived here in years.

This town will devour you (southern gothic) |e.c.| (via danascvllys)

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this is God’s country. but the devil’s a tenant, and everyone’s paying his rent. ( x )

ʙɪʙʟɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs. | demons + southern gothic.

emmafor1x1:

right now i really want an apocalypse plot. okay? it can be any type. zombie, dystopian future, or maybe something like revolution where all of a sudden the power goes out. i don’t care. that’s something to be discussed. pretty much the worlds just gone to shit. i just want a plot where muse a and muse b meet in a situation where muse b saves muse a from basically being slaughtered. but then just walks away like it didn’t even happen. so muse a goes after them wanting to know why they did it. muse b doesn’t give an answer so muse a just keeps following them around. at first it’s so annoying to muse b because they are constantly having to look after muse a but after some time muse b grows accustom to always having them around. so much so that feelings start to develop and it scares the crap out of muse b for the simple fact that they can’t lose someone else. so muse a and muse b start to fight about everything! eventually it ends with muse b getting so frustrated that they shove muse a into an abandoned building/home/whatever and just start kissing them with all their pent up passion and craving they’ve had for muse a. in turn things get super hot and heavy between the two. when it’s all said and done. they are back to square one where muse a is again wondering what the fuck happened back there? only because muse a is also starting to feel something for muse b. so yeah. give me this kay? [and if you steal this plot and not credit me i will hunt you down! just be kind. reblog.]

#screams #it would be like plot for the fourth walking dead #i'm always a slut for post apocalyptic shit #like give it to me

cultkiid.

“Uh. Yeah. Sure.” She locks eyes with him as she bites into her candy bar. “No offense,” she begins to state ,”but you don’t look much like the church-going type.” A morsel of chocolate will fall from her lips and onto the pew. “Just saying.” Crunch.

❝—i don't? what exactly does a church going look like then? old & wrinkly or young & obviously dragged here by their parents? are those the archetypes i don't fit or something else?

( his eyes narrowed slightly at the chocolate, his smile on his lips flattering a bit in a sight of his distaste. hazel orbs flickered to the fragment on the pew, the chocolate coloring the corners of her mouth, most likely making her fingers sticky—disgusting. he hummed, keeping his voice light. ) ❝—you are a bit messy aren't you?

( it sounded like a slight tease but he was being genuine. he frankly found her to be a bit gross but the mask he paint on his face of pleasantness didn't convey such a thought. )

#cultkiid