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20 forest dweller + slasher enthusiast

[texasun]

this is probably one of the most underrated horror movies i have watched and i think more people should watch it

[texasun]

[texasun]

I AM STILL ANGRY WE NEVER GOT TO SEE MASKLESS BRAHMS FULLY. I WILL NEVER STOP SEARCHING THE INTERNET FOR THE UNEDITED VERSION.

[burtoo]

Revival - Brendon Burton

[texasun]

this is probably one of the most underrated horror movies i have watched and i think more people should watch it

[supercxth]

Yes!!! it has some of the most well done sustained suspense that I’ve ever seen in a thriller/slasher movie, 10/10 reccomend

[texasun]

[lizabethbennets]

[thestrawberrynight]

working in the greenhouse in the mornings, having a little kitchen and baking bread, muffins and cookies there, having dinners on the nature, running on the field with camomiles wearing only long cotton dress and reading books under the tree

[amwolowicz-deactivated20210725]

After a longer reflection I've decided that I, in fact, do need a sword.

[rosiethecabbage]

Fucking Sam Roth from the Shiver trilogy has sent my expectations of boys through the roof! I literally want him.

[arthurian]

1/15 Favorite Ships Meme (Canon / Headcanon): Cole St. Clair & Isabel Culpeper

Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn’t know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. 

[arthurian]

1/15 Favorite Ships Meme (Canon / Headcanon): Cole St. Clair & Isabel Culpeper

Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn’t know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. 

[sparkandashes]