#thrillrot

[floripire]

because of you, the rain has stopped falling / @thrillrot

[devilsnare]

ıllı.  @thrillrot ➜   to  jacob black.  ✦˚  wednesday s1 ep1 prompts.  ╰┈➤  ❝ In twenty-five words or less. Go. ❞

WITH A CLENCHED JAW HE TILTED HIS HEAD FROM SIDE TO SIDE. The tensions were always high between the pair,      ❝   Can't you hear my thoughts ?   ❞      he paused. As soon as the Cullens set foot on the damp soil of Forks, Jacob couldn't stand the family. There was never a world where they would break bread. 

❝   Whatever, I just need five.   ❞      he held his hand up and put down a finger for every word he said.      ❝   Simple. I. Don't. Like. You.   ❞      His hand drops as he crosses his arms and takes a wide stance, readying himself in case this gets physical. Honestly, a good fight might set them right. But it would really upset Bella.      ❝   Asshole.   ❞      he got a bonus word in.      ❝   Six.   ❞  he shrugged, the corners of his lips inching upwards with satisfaction. 

[cuntryjunkie]

@thrillrot said: chris finds johnny absolutely wasted.

real nice of him to spare a few beers, or not. chris nudges johnny with his foot, or maybe it's more like a kick. get up loser. “i paid for half that crate you rat bastard,” he's grinning, as johnny appears to be having a terrific time on the floor. chris had tried to tear himself away from his other plans, but still ended up being three hours late to the party. almost the entire crate, though? shiiiiiiit! chris loves johnny. he could kiss him, what a legend.

“honey-” he kicks johnny again, having received an unsatisfactory response (none whatsoever), “honey, i'm home. it's chris.” others laugh. chris shakes his head, amused, and cracks open his first beer.

[faeful]

i don't have a problem . you do , otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation . (damon -> elena)

the mick sentence starters, accepting !

blue eyes harden as she gazes upwards at damon, knowing he's trying to start a fight with her. god, how does he so easily get under her skin ? she forces herself to stay composed, not wanting to give him the reaction he's hoping for. " yes, damon. i do have a problem. you, you're my problem. " her arms cross over her chest, weight shifting from one foot to the other. " you're only here to cause trouble for stefan, which means you're here to cause trouble for me. are you here to just torment your brother ? or maybe take me away from him. tell me the truth, damon. " her composure is slipping, if only a little. but the ice queen would never let it slip fully, not around him anyway.

" why else would you make it look like he was the one who killed mr. tanner on halloween night ... when it was you ? " she knows challenging him could potentially lead her to her death or worse. but she doesn't care. she needs answers & she'll get them in any way that she can. if stefan won't then she will. " what is it ? why are you here ? "

[floripire]

“you have to tell me your summer wish.” (from johnny etana)

measured in summers / @thrillrot (johnny etana)

ramulus.

noun: a slender woody shoot growing from a branch or stem of a tree or shrub.

she can pretty much feel his circulatory system. all his veins, growing out of his heart, like slender shoots.

his blood, rushing, rushing, rushing like the waves of the hawaiian seas he'd been forced to leave behind. she wonders what he would taste like. wonders whether his blood would be a full bodied, woody flavor with notes of cinnamon, or a delicate, lingering thing with notes of vanilla and jasmine. or perhaps something robust and gamey with a strong finish. and if not that, then certainly it'd be bold and acidic, with undercurrents of liquorice or maybe she'd be in for a surprise; maybe his blood would taste complex but smooth, with hints of honey and a surprising floral finish.

the notion that water remembers everything might be a pseudo-scientific hypothesis that isn't truly supported by the scientific community, but blood certainly does.

blood contains many things. chief among them, memories of people.

so of course she wonders. would she see flashes of waimea bay if she sinks her fangs into his neck? if she bites down deep enough?

"my summer wish - even though summer is quite-a-ways away - is for you to finally show me just what you've been taping me for." of all the lovely things and beautiful people he could commit to memory, he chose her. ha! and people call her strange. as if he isn't equally as strange. as if he isn't equally as haunted. "that is to say, i want to see what you see, for once. i want to see me how you see me."

[floripire]

“this shit is so boring. can we go somewhere?” (from johnny etana)

measured in summers / @thrillrot (johnny etana)

janet jackson's song black cat has been played halfway through when johnny speaks up, and floribeth can't help herself: she gives him a fond smile - the one that makes dimples appear and causes her eyes to crinkle around the edges.

"wow, somebody call the guinness book of records, because johnny etana has lasted ten whole minutes in this little bookstore before boredom took him. must be a world record."

"just hang on for a few seconds, okay? i want to get vampires of el norte by isabel cañas." and as soon as she's bought the book in question, she keeps her word, expertly weaving her way around the patrons as she guides johnny towards the exit, like she's orpheus and he's eurydice.

once they're outside again, she turns to face him. "so, you've survived the great and terrible indoors today, what's next up on the docket for us?"

[floripire]

❛ That bunched-up little face you make when you’re angry is hilarious, buttercup. ❜ (from emmett cullen)

i still have to finish s1 of this webshow / @thrillrot (emmett cullen)

baby vamp glare intensifies. that's it, that's all. send tweet.

[floripire]

❛ Mmm, well, I have to keep some of my secrets. Otherwise, I’ll lose my air of mystery, won’t I? ❜ (from meredith sulez)

i still have to finish s1 of this webshow / @thrillrot (meredith sulez)

"yeah---"

"---but i'll figure it out, miss sulez. i always do."