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PLEASE make another post about the Roman x reader story🥺 i need to know what happens

You gotta be more specific. Which Roman reader story? What was the plot

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Can you do a one shot where the reader is getting harassed by someone in a fancy party and while running away, the marquis backs her up and gets her away from that guy. They talk and they start to bond

“How do you even know these people?” You ask your friend Bethany, as she drives up the driveway of a massive estate.

You’d been driving towards the sprawling mansion for at least a mile. The grounds were all manicured and as you got closer to the home, you could see a large fountain before the entrance. There was even a valet.

Turning to your friend, you asked her again, but she just laughed and shrugged her shoulders. Rolling your eyes, you checked yourself out in the visor mirror and decided to reapply your lipstick.

You’d known Bethany since grade school, and you never were really close, but you’d party together sometimes. Her mother had married some rich guy a few years back, so now she ran in a different crowd.

When she’d called you earlier today and asked if you wanted to go to a party, you’d been excited just to see her again. Now you weren’t so sure. She’d changed a lot.

No more was the sweet girl that snorted when she laughed and only wore sneakers. She looked like she had gotten several cosmetic procedures, was dressed head to toe in designer couture, and had made you go change your outfit twice before she’d let you in her car.

Speaking of her car, you’d never been in a Bentley and felt very nervous about messing it up. You had been nervous to sully the car with yourself, and had felt like you were in some alternate reality.

As the valet opened your door and helped you out of the car, you didn’t feel any less out of place.

“Don’t embarrass me.” Bethany whispered to you as she took you by the arm and led you up the stairs to the front door: “you’re the only one from my old neighborhood that looks the part, if you can just act like it, we can go to more parties like this and maybe you can meet a rich guy and get out of the slums as well. “

Your eyes widened at her insult of her prior neighborhood. It wasn’t the slums at all! Your neighborhood was an upper middle class working people type neighborhood. The houses were average size and everyone took pride in their appearance. There were no run down homes in your neighborhood, and you all looked out for each other. Like when Mrs Dewey’s husband died and she was on a fixed income, and couldn’t paint the exterior of her home, the whole neighborhood got together and made a day of it. She cooked everyone a meal and next thing you knew it was a block party. Bethany had been there that day, and you remember how happy and carefree you both had felt.

Looking over at your friend now, hardly recognizable with her new nose, lips, and face injected with fillers, new hair that must be extensions, fake tan, fake nails, fake tits, fake lashes, fake teeth, and likely a bunch of other things you didn’t know to look for, you couldn’t help but feel bad for her. You couldn’t imagine allowing some doctor to butcher you into something society liked to look at. Everything that had made her different, and truly beautiful was gone.

As you followed your friend inside, you were too distracted by how similar all the women here looked to even notice the ostentatious wealth that surrounded you. Everywhere you looked you saw women that were thin with breasts and bums that didn’t look like natural proportions. They all seemed to have the same nose and lip doctor, and all appeared to be variations of the same kind of doll.

Offhandedly, you wondered how much time these women spent healing. You’d never had any work done, beyond getting your wisdom teeth taken out, but that probably didn’t count.

“Hello? Where did you go? Come back to earth, I want you to meet my friends, and I swear to God, if you embarrass me girl…” Bethany warned you, with a fake smile for appearances on her face.

Noticing a group of people looking expectantly between the two of you, you could already tell by the way they looked you over, that you weren’t going to like them. Pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind, you decided to make the best of this night, and not judge anyone before you spoke to them.

Bethany introduced you as her childhood friend, and then listed a brief list of your accomplishments and interests, as if she were at a livestock auction, talking up the next beast up for sale.

They appeared to be 3 couples and one single man, that had walked up half way through Bethany’s introduction and visibly flustered Bethany when she turned to see him standing there.

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing as she stumbled over her words, before falling into an awkward half bow, half curtsy turning the color of a stop sign.

Although the man was extremely statuesque, attractive, and well dressed, he also appeared to be no older than his late twenties and appeared to be friendly. Maybe she had a crush on him? You didn’t know, but you did know you were thirsty.

Looking around the large Ballroom, you could see a bar not far from your group, and decided to just go grab some drinks while your friend got her wits about her. She just needed a drink to take the edge off.

As the bartender prepared your Long Island ice teas, you turned at the sound of someone clearing their throat right next you.

It was one of your friends acquaintances, so you smiled and turned your attention back to your drinks being made.

“So why did you run away? Scared of the Marquis, or just don’t find any of us appealing?” He asked you.

Looking at him incredulously, you shook your head and told him that taken men weren’t your type. “Furthermore, I don’t even know if anyone even holds a Marquis title anymore. Last time I checked, most of the aristocracy was wiped out during the Revolution.”

“That whore isn’t my girlfriend. She’s been run through by more guys than your dear friend Bethany. They’re just a bunch of spoiled rich girls, that me and my boys are sick of, so we told them to bring us fresh meat.” The guy chuckled, before reaching over and taking a piece of your hair between his fingers. “This is your real hair isn’t it? I’ve never seen you before, and I would have noticed you.”

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, you side stepped away from him, and decided to just ignore him. You knew guys like this, and nothing you said to defend your friend, or tell him what a jerk he was, would be able to penetrate his ego.

“You really have no idea who I am do you?” He asked as he took your hand in his and tried to pull you back over to him.

Planting your feet firmly, and flashing him your fakest smile, you attempted to pull your hand from his, but he was gripping it so tightly, it was almost painful. Not wanting to make a scene, you blocked out what he was saying into your ear, and nearly jumped for joy when the bartender delivered your drinks.

“Looks like I need my hand back,” you told him, batting your eyelashes at him, like you weren’t desperate to escape him. “I need to carry our drinks.”

Glancing at the two drinks before you, he pulled you closer to him, with an expression on his handsome face that you were sure he thought was alluring. Too bad it had the opposite effect on you.

“Listen buddy, I’m trying to be polite, but if you don’t let my hand go, we are going to have a problem.” You bit out, unwilling to be touched by this jerk another second.

He cocked an eyebrow and smirked down at you arrogantly, “ooh so you’re from the working class. Lucky for you, so am I. You look like you belong here, but you really just won the DNA lottery and look this way naturally. You see, every woman in this room pays me hundreds of thousands of dollars to look like you. I must say tho, you are exquisite. I’ve never said this to anyone, but I don’t think you need anything done. Maybe some nice fuller breasts? Would you like that? I can make that happen for you. I could make anything you want happen.”

You were shocked by the things this guy was saying to you, and it only got worse, the more he spoke. “Are you fucking with me? Bethany had to have put you up to this right?” You laughed out loud at how long it took you to catch on to the prank. No one was this delusional. When your laughing calmed a bit and you turned to see his dumbfounded face, you burst out laughing again.

“Oh my God! Ok ok! You can stop. You’re an amazing actor. I honestly thought you were seriously some ego maniac that I was going to have kick in the balls to eacape from!” You watched as his expression grew more confused, before his jaw tightened, lips thinned and he glared menacingly at you.

That wasn’t good. Once again unsure of this man’s intentions, you snatched your hand away, picked up the drinks, and made a mad dash to Bethany.

Finding Bethany still speaking to the mystery guy, you quietly stood next to her and placed the drink in her hand. Before you could introduce yourself, Mr. Wonderful stormed over, had excused himself and said he had to speak to Bethany about a pressing matter.

Bethany looked at you accusingly, but let the guy pull her off to the side.

“Pressing matter my foot.” You stated out loud, forgetting you weren’t alone.

“I think you have hurt Andres feelings.”

Turning to the mystery man, you rolled your eyes and smiled. “Only if he was honestly hitting on me, and not just playing a prank on me. Bethany and I used to mess with people all the time. We were terrible children. He’s probably upset I caught on. He acted like he was some big plastic surgeon, that has run through all the women here, so he ordered Bethany and her friends to bring them new sacrifices. He even offered me new boobs, and I laughed so hard I think I peed a little.”

The man’s eyebrows drew together and he asked if you needed assistance cleaning up, or a change of clothes and you couldn’t help but warm to him a bit.

“I didn’t literally pee, it’s an expression. And I’m afraid to ask why you have spare women’s clothing in your car or something.” You said.

“I have clothing of various sizes in one of the guest -“ he started to say before being cut off.

“I’m sorry Marquis, but I need to take her back home,” Bethany stated overly cheerily.

“Why?” You asked.

Bethany gave you an exasperated look. “I’ll tell you on the way to the car.”

“Why can’t you just tell me now? Is it because of your creep of a friend?”

Bethany’s eyes widened and she looked between you and the Marquis close to snapping.

“I don’t think your friend wants to leave.” The Marquis started.

“She’s not my friend. She’s an acquaintance from years ago. I thought she was cool, but turns out she’s not.” Bethany stated, before turning to you again. “It’s time to go. You wore out your welcome, and they don’t want you here.”

Your mind started to race with what to do. You honestly weren’t too shocked that Bethany had turned on you so quick. You internally cringed when you realized that guy wasn’t kidding and had been being serious.

You contemplated telling Bethany what her “friend” thought of her, but before you could organize what to say, the Marquis stepped between you and Bethany, facing her.

“I’ve got her from here. You may go join your friends.” He said.

“With all due respect, I brought her here. She’s nobody. Just a girl I used to know that’s pretty, so I brought her here to meet my friends but she thinks she’s too good for everyone and was really rude to him for no reason.” Bethany explained.

The Marquis just chuckled shaking his head. “I know Andre very well, and I can guarantee there’s a reason.” Turning his back to her in dismissal, he offered for you to take his hand.

Glancing over his shoulder at Bethany’s furious expression, you turned your attention to the nice mystery Marquis, and followed him to the dance floor.

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Best post on tumblr still

Remember in 1993 when Jurassic Park was like…the end all, be all of special effects?

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Girlfriend, you cannot say you dated a Lithuanian gorgeous guy and not share a pic or two! Only if you’re comfortable but I am so curious! Let me live through you! My life is so boring.

Love to see you more active again! I missed you!!!! The Bill Skarsgard tag almost died out completely, but thankfully he’s got new stuff coming out.

Are you going to go see any of his new movies?

Ok so this picture is like over a decade old from when we first started dating.

He was in great shape and he’s like 6’4 so he was actually huge honestly. I thought so at least. He was so sweet to me in the beginning and he rode motorcycles and did stunts on them. He spoke multiple languages and was very driven. We were both in our twenties, he’s like 3 or 4 years older than me, but he seemed so much more mature than most guys. He was so sure of himself.

Then he became obsessed with working out so he could enter physique competitions. He just woke up one day and decided it’s what he wanted to do. He became crazy about clean eating and at first I was supportive and on board. I thought that he was just trying to reach a personal goal to check off some list and then he’d get over it.

I changed my eating when I was around him to eat clean like him and I went to all his competitions the whole year. He made it to the world championships his first year and I was so proud of him (eventhough I honestly didn’t like how he looked anymore.) he had abs when we met but he had a cute little bit of fluff, and no veins sticking out. He also got way more lame trendy tattoos. Now he looked like this:

He went from being my pasty teddy bear to a orange spray tanned, veiny, monster, obsessed with measuring himself, and what he ate. All he did was work out and obsess over these competitions, but I figured he would get it out of his system and become human again.

The day of the world championships, he told me how much he loved me and wanted me to move in with him. He thanked me for being such a supportive girlfriend and he genuinely seemed appreciative. He won the world championship title. I was so happy for him, but also relieved. I thought he’d proved his point to himself and now he’d go back to being my sweet, less orange, crazy brave, good at everything he puts his mind to boyfriend.

Nope. He was already setting new goals to become even better for next year, but not only that, he decided that if I worked really hard all year, I could possibly win some competitions and maybe not this year, but the next I could be a world champion too.

I didn’t know what pissed me off more. That he wasn’t going to slow down, but double his efforts, or that he thought itd take me two years to do what he did in one. I could have fucking done it, if I actually gave a shit, but I didn’t have any interest in any of it and thought they all looked gross. I told him that to his face, surrounded by his other self-obsessed, meat-head friends. He said really rude things to me, and mocked me. He made me look like I was some obsessed fangirl that followed him around, that he thought had potential but obviously he was wrong.

Eventhough we were sharing a hotel room, I had a key, but he had the keys to the rental car. I did not care, I called a taxi (this was before Uber) and I marched out of there. I had the driver take me to the mall and bought a Cinnabon. The taxi cab driver actually used my new phone that could make short little videos to send him a clip of me finishing my Cinnabon, and saying “I’m finished with my Cinnabon, just like I’m finished with your bullshit.” Then I had the driver take me to our hotel, where I got all my stuff and he waited for me, and then took me to the airport.

Artiom didn’t take that well AT ALL. He went crazy blowing up my phone, calling our mutual friends to find out what I was doing, where I was at since I blocked him on everything. He tried showing up at my house, and even my work. Whole nine yards. Some of his friends thought it was crazy how obsessive he was being considering he had a wife. I was like he has a what now?

Come to find out, he had a WIFE! He didn’t live with her and she lived back east somewhere, and the marriage was only so he could get citizenship, but I tracked down her Facebook and I messaged her, and eventhough she confirmed it was only a marriage for citizenship and he told her about me, she was totally in love with him and he just didn’t care.

He’d totally taken advantage of this woman, got what he wanted out of her and abandoned her. In order to get citizenship, they had to stay married a certain amount of years and act like they lived together the whole time and it was a real marriage. She explained how leading up to getting married he was the perfect boyfriend. He liked her to bring girls home, but she was bi so she was totally into it. She thought it was going to be a real marriage, but only a couple months after the wedding, he tells her he’s moving across the country and she’s not invited but they’ll stay married and he will pay her rent for a few years , and pay her car payments until he gets his citizenship, then she’s free to do whatever she wants. He told her he’d come see her now and then and write her messages and text her all the time. She thought it was a long distance relationship. Then she started to see him posting pics of him and I, or pictures of groups of people, that I always seemed to be in. She asked him and he said I was his gf, but she was his wife.

My mind was blown. Needless to say, I felt really bad for her and refused to ever speak to him again. Even the few times he ended up where I was at, and he yelled in my face, I’d just stare at the ground till he finally went away.

Last I heard, he was world champion 9 times and married some woman he doesn’t post about on social media, but he’s all over hers. Poor girl.

I’m totally going to go see every damn movie Bill is in! If I could sit through the third season of hemlock grove, I can sit through anything!

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When I saw these pics I was like omg what does @dreamtherapy @lihikainanea @eliza123sworld @hiddlelecki and I cannot remember the name of the other mutual, but she lives up north with her boyfriend and her cats, and writes several series, and is kinda gothic, and loves Valter too but she usually has a fun thing to add. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖❤️

Miss my OG tumblr peeps. Of course you guys did not disappoint.

As far as this look goes, I’d absolutely be bothered by the hair style, but it wouldn’t stop me from catching whatever crotch crickets he’s got going on.

Even after he was shot several times, and sprung back up like a daisy, and I knew without a doubt he wasn’t human I’d think of Roman Godfrey or Sesshomaru and be fine with it.

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So everyone is raving about how good bills body looks and while I can respect and appreciate the work and sacrifice required to reach this physique, let me fuck you up with some facts.

I have had several boyfriends that had this body:

Seems nice at first but then you go out together and they buy you food, but you notice they eat very plain simple things. Steamed plain chicken, veggies and maybe brown rice with no seasoning.

Ok maybe he just doesn’t like powerful tasting food. You go to the movies and get snacks and he won’t touch them. No soda is already a rule set in stone, but you thought maybe popcorn would tempt him. Nope.

You guys go to a birthday party. He won’t eat the ice cream and cake. He might take a small bite to be polite, if people are looking, before getting rid of the rest of it.

If you go out drinking, he likely drinks gin and tonic or vodka tonic, or possibly straight shots. No fun tasty shots, because by now you’ve figured out that he thinks sugar is the literal devil, nope, he takes straight liquor shots.

Later that night, when you feel like some drunk people delicious fare such as late night Mexican food, or breakfast, he likely will go and just watch you eat or have some egg item. No cheese of course or salt because it’s also the devil. So is butter.

Holidays roll around? You better not like sharing treats with him, because he likely won’t want that stuff even around him. If he’s not one of the bitter ones that makes you treat food like the other person in your relationship, he for sure won’t partake.

Now I am not hating on them by any means. I absolutely respect the determination and willpower they possess, to live this way. It’s just not for me.

They also have to go in the gym a lot and it would help if you enjoyed the gym as well. It could give you two a lot of bonding time. You can reach your goals together and push each other to be the best you can be. If that’s what you’re into, you go girl.

Personally I watch what I eat to a degree and I make sure to go walk everyday. Sometimes I go to the gym, and horses are quite a bit of physical work to maintain and ride, so while I’m quite active, I am not a gym rat by any means. Sometimes going to the gym for me is like once or twice a year. Lol.

So since I’m sure some of you look at this body and swoon, be aware what comes with it, and they’re not very comfy to cuddle.

If your sex is vigorous enough, there’s bruising and bones and muscle clashing together is more uncomfortable than you’d think. Hip bones clashing are a rarely mentioned reality if you’re both very fit or thin.

Plus the veins… yuck! I hated those fucking veins. I dated this Lithuanian guy that became a professional body builder while we dated and omfg. I used to lay there looking at him, and eventhough he was a very gorgeous guy, those veins ruined him as he got crazier and crazier. That was a bad break up. He did NOT like being dumped.

Ego maniac is Also a common side effect to this body type.

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I think I’m the first one!!! A couple of these I’ve actually never seen, but I LOVE this one.

Just for you guys!!!! I’ll share some of the more rare Hayden pictures.

Reblog with your favorite! This could be fun!

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Anakin skywalker stripping to “tainted love” by Marilyn Manson.

Just think about it a little bit.

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Could you do a one shot between bills character in John wick and a quiet noblewoman. Like he begins talking about art and the reader, someone who lost someone important to her and had been quiet ever since, starts to babble with him about art. Everyone is shocked cause she hadn’t talked this much since the death.

“Why do all the French artists paint like this?”you overheard a small American boy ask his Father. The man shrugged his shoulders, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

You really wanted to answer the boy, and to tell him there’s so many more styles if he prefers. The French have so many forms of art ranging from sculptures, to architecture, to elaborate gardens and fashion houses. You wanted to tell him about the gardens of Versailles or the hall of mirrors. Regale him with stories of the amount of effort it takes just to run the hundreds of fountains, spread throughout the vast palace grounds. Tell him about the way French artists fought against oppressors in the most amusing ways, like the story of Christian Dior and the Nazis. You wanted to say so many things, but the words were stuck in your throat, and you felt like the walls were closing in on you.

Just as you were turning around to flee another failure, you came face to face with a breathtaking man. He was not looking at you though, his attention was on the young American boy. He had an annoyed look on his gorgeous features, and just as you realized you were staring at this man he spoke; “Renoir was one of the founding fathers of Impressionism, but unlike Monet and Degas, he was a perfectionist. This is not all France has to offer however, maybe your father should take you to see some of the enormous scenes of battle, that make you feel various emotions. Delacroix is just up ahead.”

The boys eyes lit up and he snatched his fathers hand, enthusiastically pulling him forward to see the famed scenes of war and suffering.

“Degas wasn’t any less of a perfectionist.” You blurted out before you knew what was happening.

The man turned to you and cocked an eyebrow. Grinning slightly, he asked you what your favorite exhibit was in the museum, switching from english to French.

Thrilled to talk about art, with someone who looked like a work of art himself, you began to list your favorite artists currently on display, and only became more enchanted when he shared his impressions of them. You had always been the queen of random facts about various topics, especially art, but as your conversation flowed, you learned several new things from this man.

As you followed him into the newest exhibit to see what he called groundbreaking, you’d nearly forgotten that you hadn’t spoken a word in over a year.

That is until you saw HER.

Emily Devoss, the literal reason your heart had been broken. You’d grown up together and she’d always made a point to make you feel small. She was always the first to point out your flaws, and she’d always seemed out of reach. Seeing her perfect clothing, on her perfect frame, with her perfect smile and perfect hair, reminded you of the worst day of your life.

Completely humiliated and grasping at sanity in front of all your friends and family, you’d received a FaceTime from your husband to be. Heart soaring and hope restored, you’d answered it thinking he’d have an explanation for his tardiness, but were met with him sitting topless by a pool telling you he wasn’t ready for marriage. Completely bewildered that he’d wait till you were standing in a church in your wedding gown,in front of hundreds of people, to decide he wasn’t ready was more than you could comprehend. Then Emily Devoss had come into the frame, and had sat in his lap and bitten his ear and the call had ended.

(A few weeks later, she had dumped him, and he’d had the audacity to expect you to take him back. You’d ignored him; refusing to reply to any communication, or answer your door. You blocked him on everything, but he’d been persistent, calling and texting from strange numbers. Since you weren’t speaking, you never answered calls anyways, but you were able to communicate through text and email. Just not with him.

The thought of any type of communication or contact with that man, turned your stomach.)

Your parents and bridesmaids had seen the FaceTime, since they were all curious where he was too. Overwhelmed and likely in shock, you’d completely shut down and checked out. As the whole situation became more real, and sunk in, You avoided everyone like the plague for the next several months. when it finally came time that you needed to speak, you could not bring yourself to do so. You texted and emailed, the bare minimum, but that was it.

After your mother tried to have you committed, you’d compromised and gone to several therapists. None of them were able to get you to speak. You simply didn’t feel you needed to speak to anyone if you so choose. Being mute wasn’t illegal, and you couldn’t imagine any reason to speak ever again, until today.

“I have been so rude. My name is Vincent, but most call me Marquis. May I have your name?” The beautiful man asked you, unaware of the inner struggle you were fighting.

Unable to take your eyes off Emily more than a few seconds, you bit your lip, as your world began to crumble.

Vincent observed your odd behavior and quickly came to the conclusion that you were distressed by someone in the room. Stepping in your line of sight, your eyes met his and you could physically feel yourself calm a bit.

“I do not know what is happening, but I don’t often repeat myself.” Cocking an eyebrow at you expectantly, he crossed his arms and your mind raced.

“Don’t bother handsome. She’s broken beyond repair. She’s too stupid to speak.” Emily’s voice cut through your heart, and you began to panic.

Vincent spun around to face Emily, and you were certain you’d lost another man to the horrible woman, and could feel the sting of tears in the back of your eyes. You could see they were speaking, but in your current state, only heard white noise and your quickening breath.

Just when you were sure you’d burst into tears and pass out, Emily’s face visibly fell, and she looked utterly terrified. Quickly approaching you, she awkwardly bowed before you, and then apologized, before quickly making an exit.

Blown away by the obvious terror in her eyes, you looked to Vincent once more, and found him holding out his hand for you, gently smiling.

“What did you say?” You found yourself asking.

“Oh I just told your friend Emily, that I don’t take kindly to people distressing the few beautiful things left in this ugly world, and she recognized the error in her ways,” he stated as you took his hand, and walked beside him up to the newest exhibit.

Except you couldn’t take your eyes off of this man. The Marquis radiated confidence and danger, but for whatever reason, you knew you’d never be safer in anyone’s hands.

Smiling when he turned to you again, you told him your name.

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Oh yeah Rachel… this wouldn’t make me cum either… dvbbvxcvbnjccc.

I used to like Rachel but I hate liars

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN - THE LAST MAN (2019)

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Even when he tries to cosplay as a creepy hipster, I’d still fuck him.

Who did this to our guy?

I almost didn’t recognize him, if it wasn’t for the scarf.

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I am so excited!

I think it looks good.

TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES.

Bill Skarsgård takes on the iconic role of THE CROW in this modern reimagining of the original graphic novel by James O’Barr.

Soulmates Eric Draven (Skarsgård) and Shelly Webster (FKA twigs) are brutally murdered when the demons of her dark past catch up with them. Given the chance to save his true love by sacrificing himself, Eric sets out to seek merciless revenge on their killers, traversing the worlds of the living and the dead to put the wrong things right.

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Omg your stories are great! But where's your masterlist?

There’s so many. I gotta get my computer out and do it. However for the time being, search

#my writing

That will pull up a bunch of stuff on my page.

I have like 23 drafts I need to finish too! I’m the worst

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You are killing me @haydenshill! I

I did not heed your warning, and just watched it and I am ugly crying right now. This shit is ridiculous. This is so beautiful, I don’t regret watching it. My secretary came in and I showed her and she cried and then went and got two of the IT guys, and the UPS guy watch and they all did that man thing where they laugh, but all say it’s super sad. My little IT buddy actually cried, but we love Star Wars.

Omfg DO NOT watch unless you are somewhere you can cry

Sweet mother Mary and Joseph

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This made me cry. I’m at my desk crying over Anakin Skywalker. Thank god my office is soundproof.

Ok Star Wars nerds!

This is the perfect song for anakin. I put the lyrics down there so you can read along.

New blood joins this Earth

And quickly he's subdued

Through constant pain disgrace

The young boy learns their rules

With time the child draws in

This whipping boy done wrong

Deprived of all his thoughts

The young man struggles on and on he's known

A vow unto his own

That never from this day

His will they'll take away

What I've felt

What I've known

Never shined through what I've shown

Never be

Never see

Won't see what might have been

What I've felt

What I've known

Never shined through what I've shown

Never free

Never me

So I dub the unforgiven

They dedicate their lives

To running all of his

He tries to please them all

This bitter man he is

Throughout his life the same

He's battled constantly

This fight he cannot win

A tired man they see no longer cares

The old man then prepares

To die regretfully

That old man here is me

What I've felt

What I've known

Never shined through what I've shown

Never be

Never see

Won't see what might have been

What I've felt

What I've known

Never shined through what I've shown

Never free

Never me

So I dub the unforgiven

You labeled me

I'll label you

So I dub the unforgiven

Never free

Never me

So I dub the unforgiven

So I dub the unforgiven

I’ll never be able to think of anything but Anakin whenever I hear this song from now on.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Life as a house will always hold a place in my heart because it was where I fell in love with Hayden. Never got over Sam Monroe

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[anastasiaskarsgard]

So I had an ask that disappeared that asked about Roman Godfrey has an ex gf that he wants back but she is sick of his shit.

Why on earth had you agreed to see your crazy ex boyfriend again? You were having a fucking panic attack. Why did you agree to this? You were entirely too nice. Boredom was always your worst enemy, and for a moment this seemed like it could be fun.

Plus it’s early morning and light out. This could hardly be considered a booty call. It was too early for Romans antics, right? Oh boy.

Peering out the window, you tried to decide where you were heading. You’d originally assumed the White Tower, but you’d long ago passed that turn off.

The driver had the partition up, so you attempted to lower it. After pressing the button several ways, it became clear it was broken or disengaged. This was looking like a worse and worse idea as the minutes ticked on.

Scooting down the long leather bench, so you were right behind the driver, you knocked on the partition and waited a couple beats.

“Hello? Excuse me sir? My button is broken.” You called out. Knocking a few more times and still getting no response, you told yourself you were fine and you weren’t going to overreact. Roman probably had some rule about no contact with his whores.

Not that you were a whore, but in the mind of his driver, you all probably blurred into one.

Maybe your outfit selection had been a bit hasty. In an effort to show Roman you were not going to be ordered around, you decided to wear your Hello Kitty pajamas. The red booty shorts with the famous cats face all over them, and the form fitting tank top, paired with your shiny white Uggs could possibly give the wrong impression.

You had been going for playful adult woman that didn’t take herself too seriously, but maybe an older gentleman wearing a suit would think otherwise. Add to that, you had a full face of make up, and had done your hair because you refused to look anything less than perfect in front of your ex... oh well.

As the car came to a halt in front of the nicest restaurant in town, famous for their exclusive invite only brunch they held on occasion, you couldn’t help but laugh at your current situation. With the restaurant having an open indoor/outdoor seating arrangement, everyone would be seeing you exit the limo.

Even though everyone dining here was well off, very few people took limousines anywhere, and just in case they were curious who’s limo this was, the big golden G on the window made it pretty clear.

Steeling yourself for the looks and hushed comments you were sure you deserved, you put on your brightest smile and thanked the driver politely when he opened your door. Holding your head high, you followed him into the restaurant, back towards the private rooms. Focusing on the mans jacket, you ignored the snickers and buzzing spreading through the patrons as you passed by. Finally coming to a stop in front of a set of gorgeously carved doors, he opened them to reveal a generously sized private room with Roman seated looking like he was shooting a photo spread for Vogue. Dark top and slacks, tailored to fit him perfectly, and the subdued lighting made his stunning good looks and inhuman beauty all the more obvious. In spite of all that, you couldn’t help but feel flattered at how his face lit up when he saw you.

“You are such a fucking brat. The one time I try to treat you like an adult you show up in Hello Kitty.” Roman chuckled, smiling happily at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh too. You felt pretty ridiculous, but you’d be damned if you’d admit it, “well thanks for trying to be an adult. And thanks for finally bringing me to the place I’ve been begging to go to for our entire doomed relationship. Glad to see you care. Now where’s the server? I’m going to need some vodka for my orange juice.”

Romans face fell into a frown and he glared at you for a moment before raising his hand in the air. Not a moment later, a server arrived to take their orders, and hurried off.

Silence settled over the table and you sat staring at a large landscape piece, refusing to make conversation or attempt to make him comfortable. You didn’t want to be here, and he wasn’t making much of an effort. You don’t know what you expected, but maybe him getting up and trying to hug you or shake your hand. Something!

You refused to cry. You would not allow it. You would not give him the satisfaction. You-

“I’m sorry.”

You turned to look at Roman, shock written across your features. Taking that as encouraging, he continued on.

“I love you and it scares me. When you went back to the room, they all started to give me shit about you owning me, and I reacted...” he knit his brows together and seemed to be searching for the right words, “wrong. Like an asshole. I wanted to prove I could do whatever I wanted. When I returned to the room and you were gone, I lost my mind. I searched everywhere and then Bianca found me and took me to her room.”

Your heart shattered. And here it had started out so perfectly. You’d been elated to find out he’d searched for you, and his apology nearly made you fall from your chair, but it all crashed down with the last part.

You nodded your head and looked away as the server dropped off your items, and you tried to keep it together. It’d always be like this. There’d always be a Bianca. The thought was devastating.

“Can you say something or at least look at me?” He snapped. His famous temper was surfacing, and you really didn’t think you could handle a tantrum.

“There’s always going to be a Bianca, or an Ashley or a Susan,” you said sadly.

“I don’t even know a Susan.” He stated incredulously. “What does that have to do with me being sorry? Who is this Susan? Where did you meet her?”

“Roman!” You snapped at him, pinning him with your fiercest glare. “There’s no Susan!”

“But you just said-“

Slamming your hand on the table, you were pleased to see he jumped. “Do not interrupt me Roman. You will listen since you forced me to come.”

He let out a long sigh and lit a cigarette, cocking an eyebrow at you as you took your time, eating some of the delicious dishes and sipping your cocktail. When he lit the second cigarette, you decided to begin.

“Roman I love you but so does every other woman that meets you. I don’t trust you and I don’t trust any of them. I’m constantly a wreck and worried someone will steal you, when you really should just belong to someone greater than I am. I’m not putting myself down, I’m just not so full of myself to believe I am better than everyone else, and you deserve an unbearable gorgeous Bianca that puts herself above all others, and doesn’t even consider your flaws to be flaws. You’re not a very nice person, and it’s exhausting constantly apologizing, and I need someone that loves me and feels I’m the best thing that happened to them. The competition is simply too stiff with you.” You finished and were surprised to see that Roman was not only listening but seemed to be considering your words.

“Any thoughts?” You asked after he put out his cigarette and continued to stare thoughtfully at you.

His lip quirked up into a smirk, and you pushed down the urge to touch him. He was still gorgeous, and as mad as you were with him, you had missed him. You wondered if it would be counterproductive to have one more romp, but you swiftly shut that idea down. You weren’t sure that you could have the self-control to just have one more time, and that would just lead to you being another one of those girls for him. Another good time and as appealing as that sounded... your heart couldn’t bear it.

Plus you really were tired. Curling up in your warm bed seemed like the most exciting prospect, and you wondered if he’d be terribly mad if you left right now. As your eyelids dropped and grew too heavy to keep open, you barely heard his reply;

“I knew you’d be difficult and I love you too much to let you ruin it.”

You tried to fight against the darkness closing in on you, but it was no use. As you felt your consciousness slip away, you couldn’t help but think that maybe all those good time girls had the right idea in letting Roman throw them away...