#worldsfastestpredator

[lightofherces]

“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.” (Ron)

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@worldsfastestpredator

Ron gave her a look, shaking his head at her. “I think it might be. I don’t know, Edythe. Your family is a little scary. What if they don’t like me?”

[antoniwrites]

@worldsfastestpredator​ from X

“Selene was murdered. Taken away from me. From the woman who turned me out of obsession and resentment. I was going to turn her on our 3 year anniversary. But Brunhilde got to her first. At least she died as a human, going to heaven or summerland, opposed to where ever we end up.”

[goddamnmuses-a]

@worldsfastestpredator​ said: “Afraid of getting a few extra fingerprints on it?”

“No, Just don’t tend to like people touching my possessions.”

[musamultaa]

"Tell me a secret." (Connor)

“A secret?” The man hesitated a moment, trying to think on a good secret. One that, hopefully, wasn’t a government secret. “I actually like the newer Star Wars movies. I know, I know, they’re not as good as the original three! I think they might be better than the prequels, but who doesn’t love Ewan McGregor as Obi Wan?”

[musamulta-a]

@worldsfastestpredator​

Despite a clear knowledge that it wouldn’t do much to the creature, a creature running faster than most cars tended to go, Connor aimed at it and fired. He fired repeatedly. They were too close to a small town, he needed to stop it. The Predator couldn’t be allowed any closer and he knew it. Not that he could do much more than annoy it unless he managed a headshot.

[incolubruma]

           ❝ Do you even care who you piss off? ❞                      ❝ Not in the slightest, no. ❞

Indie Theo Raeken         & & & Edythe Cullen

[riffrcffed-a]

"Don’t be self-conscious; if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I’m not ashamed of it."

He’s not entirely sure if self conscious is the proper label for how he’s feeling, but he’s not brave enough to correct her. As it is, he’s trying to take deep breaths to stop the blush that’s surely rising to his face, because he can feel heat creeping into his ears.

She’s beautiful, really, and imaginative and bubbly and spunky, and he thinks maybe he loved her when he first set his eyes on her. She’s nothing like anyone he’s ever known, all courage and heart and longing, haunted looks when she thinks no one is watching. And maybe no one has watched her before. The thought alone is a crime in itself.

She’s wonderful. She’s mysterious, and probably went through a really bad punk phase when she was a teenager (well, more of a teenager) than she is now, all goth outfits and Evanescence and even that one really bad fanfiction that everyone talks about. The thought makes him smile a little bit, because it’s hard to think of this weirdly illusive and otherwise mysterious girl as anything other than perfectly clever and still aloof to her own turn of phrase.

Really--- if she could dream at all. Only nineteenth century poets spoke like that.  ( And maybe, just maybe he’s guilty of loving poetry when he was younger, of the stories about young women slowly falling for withdrawn, deep gentleman, for that ache that builds between them until finally they realize the depth of their feelings for one another. )

( ... So he’s a romantic. Sue him. )

So... he doesn’t know if all of this is just because he’s self conscious, or if maybe it could be because he’s also head over heels in love with her.

It’s a good thing she doesn’t read minds, he thinks as he smiles at the ground and tries to come up with something witty to say so that he doesn’t spill the beans on all the thoughts going on inside his head, and how desperately he wants to watch Pride and Prejudice with her.

[chaoticbynature-archived]

"I'm stronger than you."

@worldsfastestpredator​

“Oh, I know you are,” Martin retorted, looking into her eyes. “I’m just a frightened man trying to make a sense of his place in society.” He shook his head, that sounded pretentious. He was a poet after all.