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UPDATE

i’ll be revamping this blog shortly !!   i’ll be turning this into a blog for   ‘ angela ‘ from the netflix movie   ‘ malevolent ‘ !!

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( ooc ).   okay so i just watched hereditary and let me just say one thing:

what the actual FUCK

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   “ sorry but flirting with me won’t get you any free drinks. “   heather said to the customer leaning over the bar. maybe she should cut them off - either they were just a bad flirt or had had too much liquid courage already.

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random things my professors have said (starters)

Just a bunch of random quotes from my professors during my first semester of college. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

“The heart is a dramatic organ. The bowels are also pretty dramatic.”

“I don’t remember why I put that picture of a water slide there.”

“By that time, you’ll have figured out my brain. I haven’t yet.”

“Woah, you have big shoes.”

“Zero is hero.”

“Make sure you don’t take my picture. I’m copyrighted.”

“We don’t really know what it’s like to be a rat or a pigeon.”

“Hello. Welcome to the planet.”

“I set you up.”

“You wouldn’t be able to tell if your toe fell off in the middle of the night.”

“I know you are a millionaire. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You don’t have a clue.”

“I’ve taught you to see the fun in pain.”

“Get rid of the dog mask.”

“I actually think nasty things when I smile.”

“I know you don’t want to see me. I don’t want to see you too.”

“I’m just making stuff up.”

“The other day, someone called me nurturing. I was like, ‘you’re ruining my reputation’!”

“I said the exam is NEXT Thursday. Don’t scare people.”

“I wasn’t drunk, but I was acting like it.”

“Are you glaring at me?”

“I profoundly believe that humans are absurd creatures.”

“It’s my job to embarrass you.”

“When I was young–I’m still young, right?”

“Uh oh. [grunt] I’m okay.”

“If you solve this, I’ll buy you lunch.”

“I’m going to tell you a story about farts.”

“I know a lot about corn.”

“Wow, you are super. *high fives*”

“I didn’t do that!”

“I saw you walking past the library, and you looked as though you were lost in thought.”

“I’m glad to see that you’ve decided to stay.”

“In the game, you can die many times. In life, you can die one time.”

“This is just dessert. There’s a banquet coming.”

“What do you call it? A ‘snake’, right?”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“Impossible means ‘I am possible’.”

“You’re completely aroused.”

“There’s a stop sign. You have to stop.”

“I like sleep.”

“No one likes to feel pain. Actually–never mind, I don’t want to ask.”

“Do I sound cynical? I’m trying to be nice.”

“Dude, you wanna compete with Jimmy Hendrix? Fuck you.”

“I don’t want to talk to most people. It’s not a gender thing, please just go away.”

“We’re making tortillas now.”

“I’m not very nice.”

“Be careful, somebody might beat you up.”

“I can say nice things, but if you remind me, I’ll deny it.”

“The world’s fucked.”

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( ooc ).   alright folx !   i met my fellow sociology students last night and.. we got wasted. so right now i’m kind of hungover and shoveling instant ramen into my face, so bare with me. owed replies and starters are coming !

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this is a STARTER CALL for my new followers !!

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*starts to sober up*

me: i can’t take this

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*  HORROR   AESTHETICS!

———   CLASSIC. black and white.   powder puffs.   red lipstick.   winged eyeliner.   white kitten heels.   black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes.  rain.   abandoned cars.   skeletons.  acid.   poison. voyeurism.   switchblades.   strangling.   overcoats.  looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents.   private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions.  cobwebs.   perfect blonde curls.  kitchen knives.   shock.   cellars.  dust.   ghosts.   dark alleys.   empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.   zombies.   serial murder.  suspicion.   paranoia.   the city.   witches.  the devil.   cannibalism.   conspiracies.   amulets.   abject terror.   the american south.   the american northeast.  england.   analog cameras.

———  CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND. aliens.  blinding light.   dark woods.   driving at night. claw marks.   bite marks. men in black.   memory loss.   dismembered bodies.   sewers.   flashlights.  cell phones.   video cameras.   cars with tinted windows.   unlabeled cassette tapes.   bugs.  big cities.   urban crimes.   clowns.   something rustling outside your window.  glowing light.   unsolved mysteries.   suburbia.   mirrors.   the american pacific northwest.   the american midwest.  hiking.   backpacking.

———  GOTHIC. gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight.   mist.   starless nights.   full moons.  cobbled streets.   horse-drawn carriages.  mysterious strangers.   bogs.   moors.  forests.  mountains.  castles.  velvet.   silver.  brass.   gold.  jewels. domino masks.   the opera.  dangerous romances.   tragic romances.   violins.   roses.   lilies.   empty graves.   crosses.  cemeteries. snow.   ice.   the gallows. crows. milk-white skin.   ambiguous illness.   fangs.   pointed nails.   something howling in the night.   capes.  gloves.   top hats.   straight razors.   lightning.   pipe organs.   underground caverns.  bats.  mice.   rats.   ravens. cats.  pearls.   attics.  talismans.  axes.   wood. isolation in a room full of people.   vampires.   werewolves.  ghosts.   coffins.   western europe.   eastern europe.   bones.   churches.   catacombs.  mausoleums. books.  stitches.

———  PARANORMAL. malevolent spirits.   seances.  spells.   missing bodies.   hidden graves.   white noise.   static.   flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons.  poltergeists.   dark histories. old buildings.   cold air.   wells.   urban exploration.   a dog barking at unseen things.   iconoclasm.  black ooze.   old photographs.   dark bodies of water.   crucifixes.   priests. possession.  exorcisms.   dolls.

———  SLASHER. bloodbaths.   massacres.   wanton nudity.   newspapers.  leather jackets.  letterman jackets.   converse sneakers.   obscured faces.   social unrest.  bonfires.   lakes.   babysitters.   high school.   lockers.   dead leaves in the fall.   jack-o’-lanterns.   passing shadows.  outdated television sets.   nightmares.   psychiatrists.   hospitals.  unstoppable forces.   gunfire.   police.   landline telephones.   improvised weapons.  halloween.   secrets.   revelations.   cut wires.   character masks.   scrunchies.   wild curls.   jeering children.   parties.   fire.  swearing.  revulsion.   california.   ambulances.

———  THRILLER. daylight.   fluorescent lighting.  morgues.  unwavering eye contact.   tension.   lit rooms.  empty rooms.   killer in plain sight.  a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed.  steely gazes.   paperwork.   anagrams.   codes.   convicted killers.   missing persons.   law enforcement.   federal agents.   small towns.  suspicion.   paranoia.   subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.   a noise in the distance.

tagged by:  stolen from @obscrre tagging:  everyone who wants to do this !

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‘ if you are lonely , dim the lights and put on a horror-movie. after a while , it won’t fell like you are alone anymore. ‘

tumblr post sentence starters // accepting !!

   “ horror movies and darkness don’t scare me. “   heather said with the hint of a smirk.   “ i am one of the things that goes bump in the night, after all. “

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Like you can boss me around in sexual situations but you better not try to tell me what to do in regular life

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“ so what will it be tonight? “

random sentence starters // not accepting anymore !!

   “ the usual ? “   heather said with a saccharine smile as she poured a couple tap beers for a table in the back. when she looked over the bar at circe, though, she let her lips curl into a mischievous smirk.   “ you pretend you’re coming here for the   ‘ atmosphere ‘   and i pretend we’re not both checking each other out ? “   seconds later, heather had loaded the beers onto her tray and was strutting past circe to tend to her   ( other )   customers.

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HEADCANON ( heather’s ancestry ).

heather was born in dublin   ( ireland )   to an irish mother and a british father. they named her   ‘ aoife ‘   ( pronounced like ‘ eva’   )   but heather has shed that name and chosen hers because of years of   ( now internalized )   anti-irish sentiment from her father. he never called her by her name and often stated how upset he was that he’d let heather’s mother go through with picking the name, as well as encouraging his daughter to change her name.

she didn’t do it officially until shortly before her father’s paranoia got to her, making her leave him but she’d been using   ‘ heather ‘   for a couple years already by then.

sometimes, when she allows herself to really think about it, she does regret changing her name. she doesn’t hate ireland - her father tried to make her hate it. and she does forcibly change her accent, especially when she meets brits. only rarely, when she’s relaxed / around other irish people / around people she really cares for does she stop pretending she’s someone she’s not.

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tumblr posts sentence starters

sentences and such gathered from tumblr posts i saw while scrolling through my dash. change around as you see fit.

‘ what are they saying? ‘

‘ i’m trying reading ______’s lips but there’s too much gloss in the way! ‘

‘ you look good today , pro homo. ‘

‘ i really wish everyone had good hearts and good intentions for others. honestly. ‘

‘ the risk i took was calculated , but man , am i bad at math. ‘

‘ just so you know there’s like ,  lot of dogs in here. ‘

‘ the sun watches what i do , but the moon knows all my secrets. ‘

‘ maybe it’s maybelline. maybe it’s goblin magic. those are the only two options. ‘

‘ i don’t want to go. ‘

‘ i’ve got like 2 friends , maybe 2.5. ‘

‘ when you sleep with a tank top and you wake up with ya titty out. ‘

‘ god, i dumped the mouthwash in the cap and then when i went to put it in my mouth , my body was like ‘ you’re doing a shot ‘ and i just let the mouthwash slide down my throat. ‘

‘ the three stages of life: birth , what the fuck is this , death. ‘

‘ i don’t need a fresh start. i need a fresh donut. ‘

‘ i fell in love with him / her / them like ketchup falls out of a bottle: slowly, and then all at once. ‘

‘ why are fire extinguishers in glass cases that you need to smash? it’s like , you know what this fire needs? more danger. ‘

‘ if you are lonely , dim the lights and put on a horror-movie. after a while , it won’t fell like you are alone anymore. ‘

‘ i’m pretty sure if hamsters could talk , they’d have british accents. ‘

‘ suck my dick in the rain. ‘

‘ what if birds aren’t singing and they’re screaming because they’re afraid of heights. ‘

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   it was a slow day at the pub and heather had been alone, no guest in sight, for the past hour. having already cleaned the place from front to back, she couldn’t anything but wait.

   she’d been sitting on top of the bar and flicked her fingers to light her cigarette at the exact moment someone opened the door. heather recovered in an instant, killed the flame licking against her fingers, and pretended to place something   ( like she’d been holding a lighter )   behind the bar.

   “ hello. “   she greeted the woman standing in the doorway with a smile. heather took a drag from her cigarette and waited for the woman to sit down somewhere. her heart was beating a mile a minute, hoping the customer would ignore what she’d seen   ( or perhaps she hadn’t really noticed in the first place ?  that would be for the best ).

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   the   ‘ irish fiddler ‘   was heather’s sanctuary. she loved the pub and it’s customers, she loved working there and she also loved going there to hang out. it was her home away from home, where she didn’t need to worry about the world outside - about hunters and other monsters who wanted her gone.

   well, that was until something entered the irish fiddler during one of heather’s shifts. she couldn’t say what it was, only that it wasn’t human. the aura it gave off..   finishing her round through the pub, heather took her usual place behind the bar again tp pour the tap beers for her customers; whilst watching the person who’d just come in.

   once she was done with her orders, she went over to the new    ( mysterious )   customer.   “ hello, what would you like to drink ? “   heather asked with a saccharine smile, an empty beer tray under her arm. gods, she hoped that whoever this was, they hadn’t come in to cause any trouble.

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“I doubt Whiskey is the answer but it is always worth a shot.”

— Carlos Adames (via tarnishedhalo)