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"did that just heal-" michael, licking the wound like a cat: ......... no

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autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

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he's so normal. he wouldn't chew ur furniture for attention at all. hello fellow humans

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❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜ FROM ANORA

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. / accepting .

✝     ———-    ❛   you called .   ❜ the vampire coos in a lilt so soft lilt which borders on childish and melancholic , as if that ought to suffice as an explanation - strip him from untangling his reasonings and cutting himself the progress ; he does not wish to dwell on the why he'd travel so far , so fast , at the snap of a finger . it makes that invisible leash around his throat feel so much tighter than he likes to pretend it is . she called - he came . what else was he supposed to do ? some violent impulse inside of him begged him to be there , some residual compulsion , a habit of the olden days , he presumes . ah ... he truly is a helpless thing , isn't she ? she must be laughing at him . but part of her belongs to him , as much as part of that woman does too ; they'll live tangled up into his insides , inside every cell , floating around his bloodstream aimlessly until his last breath .

the fist around her shoulder tightens - she's his too . his . if it was his name that found his name into her mouth among so many she could've called , that means ... she wants him - no - she needs him . part of him , maybe , but he'll take it . ❛   ... little dove , ❜ the bony edge of his knuckle finds the space under her chin , and tip her head backwards . ❛   does your heart feel lighter now that i'm here ? ❜ the large palm clasping her small shoulders tight releases it to come rest above her sternum , eager to hear those delicate palpitations of life . ❛   let me hear it ... ❜ / @honeyedpray

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michael has said it once and he'll say it again, straight vampires aren't real they can't hurt u

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THE VAMPIRE LOVERS ( 1970 ) change pronouns as needed.

the book is closed, i pray, forever.

the enemies i seek are no ordinary mortals.

they are murderers from beyond the grave.

a vampire can be destroyed only by a stake through the heart or decapitation.

it's a lovely party.

i think he's very handsome.

must you go? it's so early.

she keeps staring at you.

bad news?

a dear friend of mine is dying.

you will forgive me, leaving you like this?

is there anything i can do?

it is a long journey.

we must ride all night.

goodbye and safe journey.

you did frighten us last night.

the estate is so big, i lost myself for hours.

you just suddenly appeared, as if by magic.

you must not worry about me.

i like to wander off on my own sometimes.

i do feel we'll be such good friends.

how beautiful you are.

now you're just teasing me.

you were just having a nightmare, that's all.

she seems to get weaker and weaker.

common with young girls.

you're so kind to me.

i swear i shall die when you leave.

i shall never leave you.

i went to the chapel to pray.

those dresses, aren't they beautiful!

your dress is very pretty, but it's for a country girl. in town you must be more sophisticated.

you must take everything off.

i've never worn anything like this.

i feel so daring.

i was only joking to make you feel better.

you must be rational.

don't let your imagination get the better of you.

it's beginning to worry me.

this is a silly book.

wouldn't you like to meet a handsome young man?

you chat on like an old peasant woman sometimes!

you are unkind.

i shouldn't snap at you like that.

i don't want anyone taking you away from me.

i do believe you're jealous!

i want you to love me for all your life!

i hate funerals. hate them!

i thought it rather sad and yet beautiful.

you read so beautifully.

my poor darling.

you know you'll always be safe as long as you're with me?

you've had more than enough tonight.

is she dead?

have you been listening to gossip?

illness is a matter for modern science, not witchcraft.

i'm not a child.

she is a wicked woman, if she's human.

they were all evil in life and remained evil after death.

vampires are intelligent beings.

only now can i see the evil in her eyes.

there's no other way.

it's over.

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immortality is such a heavy burden and the selkie knows this almost better than anyone. some think it a blessing , and perhaps it is. perhaps sometimes , it provides an opportunity to see the world and everything in it. to have experiences no mortal could. but for aniela , the worst part always was loss. death of others. of her friends , her lovers , found family , animal companions. the bonds that she created with creatures mortal and vulnerable. " i want to stop losing people i love. "

supernatural, seasons 1 - 5 starters. / accepting .

✝     ———-    ❛   mm .   ❜ the burden of kinship weights heavy on the younger androshchuk's tongue , much as he desires to avoid dwelling on such gloomy thoughts , he does . mortals are best when they are ripe and flushed , with their hearts pumping wild and their chests full of songs , but like the roses in his garden , they always wither too soon . eventually death comes for the reaping , and time eats what is left of them . their songs fade , so does the memory of their face . they become echoes , blurred shapes dancing through history , until they are no more , and every footprints they've left on this earth is erased .

his desire to cling to these things is unnatural , and he knows , he knows well his maker is right : to love such fickle things is foolish , nothing but an act of masochism . but he wants to , he wants to love and be loved , he wants to squeeze them so tight until their bones pop , and their necks break . this skin fits him so well , sometimes he forgets what's underneath , he walks among them , admires them , mimics them , envies them . he covets . because he cannot feel like they do . he is not what they are . not really . he is forever . he is eternal . his skin is cold , and it will never wrinkle , it will never rot , and oh ... how he craves the warmth of the sun , sometimes . ❛   people will always leave ... it's just what they do . ❜ his voice is cool and detached , mirroring his demeanor , but there is a shadow of something else there . sadness . ❛   but if you really love someone , they stay . they stay even if you don't want them to , even if you beg , and you cry , and you go insane trying to claw them out of your chest ... it's like having a splinter lodged into your heart . ❜

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Bro please invite me inside your house I promise I won't try and bite you again please bro pleaaseeeee 🥺🥺

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since a lot of tvd ppl follow me (HI) i do have a low act damon sideblog , feel free to im me for the url

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do you still love me after all these years?

supernatural, seasons 1 - 5 starters. / accepting .

✝     ———-    a gentle sweep of his dollish lashes , and his downcast gaze is cast upon his creator , and he's drunk on her , she swallows the room , and the dark of his pupils swallow all clarity . obsession love . love , love , love ... the word rattles around his skull , it gnaws on his brain with sharp teeth , it drives him mad . isn't it pouring out of him ? doesn't it cling to the sole of her feet as she walks , as he unspools over and over and over again at the mercy of her whims , sticky and sweet and grotesque ? isn't it enough ? isn't it ever enough ? ❛   always ...   ❜ softness rounds in his mouth , like a cloud , like a puff of smoke dissipating into the atmosphere .

❛   you're stuck inside of me ,  ❜ and the more he claws at the part of her that's inside of him , the more he tries to tear her out of him like a bad dog , the more it hurts , the more of his guts spill out . she's everywhere . he can't get her out without disemboweling himself . ❛   i can't untangle you from my insides . ❜

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@ftzie liked for a starter .

✝     ———-    ❛   ... are you in love with me , or something ? ❜ isn't everyone ? isn't he 'oh so lovely' ? doesn't he make your belly ache with hunger ? michael lolls his head , a stiffness to his limbs ; slow , contemplative , letting her seep into the cold , hoarfrost blue of his eyes , his honed gaze all too surreal , softened only by those long , angelic lashes , like dark moths stuck to his eyelids . ❛ or maybe you want to eat me up ... i guess it's all the same , mm ?   ❜ surely , that's the reason she keeps baring her teeth . he can sense the urge to snap her jowls , rip into him , from here . wilderness , barely contained . ❛   play with me , then ... i'm bored .   ❜

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@survivcrsgvilt liked for a starter .

✝     ———-    ❛   it was horrible ... bitter and horrible . ❜ the vampire whines childishly , a woeful , wounded expression on his face . the taste of whiskey still sizzles on his ruddy tongue , scorching his throat . ❛   i don't understand why humans choose this method of torture when i am around and willing ...   ❜ there were so many more fun ways to experience pain , if one was ever so eager to . ❛   do you have anything sweet , tiny gilbert ?   ❜ he asks , but the look in his eyes tell her he's ready to rummage through her kitchen if she says no . ❛   have mercy ... i need to drown out this awful taste .   ❜

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@godclaws

Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008)

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✝     ———-    ah . there it is , that tender sentiment on her tongue ; he can taste it , beneath the frigid repulsion of moments ago , beneath the vexation and disgust that radiates from her sometimes . she hadn't grown tired of him , not yet . it didn't matter if she did . he was never going to leave her alone . he would crawl into her insides , if he had to , he would hide into her bloodstream , and under her flesh ; make a home for himself inside the gaps of her ribs , between her bones . he would cage himself like a trapped bird , if he had to . if he had to . but he'd not let her go . he needed her eyes to witness him , and her hands to feel him , and only then , did he feel tangible , did he feel real .

❛   you're so pretty when you cry ,   ❜ michael lulls in his cloying-sweet chimes , the honey on his tongue capable of giving any sane soul a belly ache . ❛   but no more of this ...   ❜ he brushes his thumb against the wet of her cheeks , he kisses her tears and his pillowy lips feel as soft as clouds , and she tastes like liquid sugar on his mellow tongue . ❛   i don't want your heart to feel sore .   ❜ she's explained over & over why this was important , why she needed space - why she needed her space . this is important to her ; but he doesn't understand , does he ? he never understands . needy , clingy creature that he is , so starved for affection he'd bite down to the bone if she didn't scold him .

he makes no attempt to fuel the flames of brutality anymore , his efforts on that seem to cease once she breaks ; instead , his long , spindly fingers reach with palpable neediness , smoothing down her clothes , the shape of her silhouette against the bright halogen glow of the kitchen lights as he slowly descends down to his knees , littering sickening saccharine kisses down her body . ❛   i'm sorry ...   ❜ does he even under the meaning of those words ? sometimes , he thinks she doesn't believe him . ❛   i just miss you so much ... i feel this hunger in the pit of my stomach when i can't see you ... twisting until it hurts ... ❜ but love is supposed to drive you crazy , isn't it ? he hugs her thighs , tight , possessive , and rests his chin against her navel , fawning those soft lashes up at her , his bluebell eyes so clear and innocent against the light . ❛   have you ever loved someone so much it hurts to think about them ? ... when i think about you ... it feels like being ripped apart from inside out . ❜

she  loves  him .   love  has  to  keep  reminding  herself  of  that .   especially  these  past  few  days ,    when  the  pressure  is  so  high  she  practically  radiates  stress  &  michael  simply  luxuriates  in  it .   her  mother  had  volunteered  her  to  cater  an  event  with  a  nearly  impossible  turnaround ,    &  the  stakes  are  high .   dottie’s  been  breathing  down  her  neck :    every  choice  she  makes ,   every  dish  she  chooses ,    every  ingredient  is  subject  to  judgment .    the  only  peace  she’s  found  is  alone  in  the  kitchen ,    where  the  furious  chopping  of  vegetables  helps  to  ease  the  tension  that  threatens  to  consume  her .

at  least ….   it  had  been  helping .   her  sanctuary  is  disrupted  far  too  soon ,    as  she’s  learned  to  expect .   now ,   love  has  no  problem  with  clingy .   she  likes  clingy ,    prefers  her  partners  to  be  so  invested  there’s  no  opportunity  to  look  elsewhere .    but  michael …..   god ,    michael .    sometimes she wonders if he keeps her close because he  enjoys  getting  a  rise  out  of  her ,    pushing  every  button  she  has  over  &  over  and  then  pushing  some  more .   she  loves  him ,    she  loves  him ,    she swears she loves him even  when  she’s  shrieking  for  him  to  leave  &  he  only  steps  closer .   

the  threat  was  half - empty  &  half - truth :   when  driven  to  a  breaking  point ,   love  had  certainly  done  worse .   her  grip  on  the  kitchen  knife  is  white - knuckled  as  he  reaches  for  her ,   his  cold  hands  outreaching  to  smooth  over  her  arms ,    sweet  &  soothing .   kill  me ?   the mild betrayal in his voice is like a barb to the heart . her  hands  are  shaking ,    trembling  with  a  combination  of  anger  &  fear : of him & his calm acceptance , of herself & her inevitable spiral , there's truly no telling .   otherwise  she  seems  nearly frozen ,    teardrops  finally  sliding  down  her  cheeks  as  michael  guides  the  blade  to  his  heart .   only  moments  ago  she’d  been  picturing  what  it’d  be  like  in  brief flickers  of  imagination ,    but now that she's here , she feels like she's going to be sick .

the  small  amount  of  blood  that  blossoms  beneath  his  shirt  makes  it  far  too  real . you asked for this , lovey !   she can practically hear her brother's judgment from beyond the grave .   love  jerks  away  from  michael like she's been shocked ,   willing  her  fingers  to  pry  themselves  free  from  the  knife .    it  clatters  &  lands  on  the  counter gracelessly ,   the  bloody  point finding a home amongst the spattered tomato guts on the cutting board . ' no , i ---- ' she sucks in a breath , meeting michael's eyes with her tear - filled ones . ' i don't . i don't want that . i just ---- ' she scrubs her hands over her face in distress , words failing for a moment . ' you make me feel fucking crazy sometimes . '

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get back or i’ll kill you. i swear to god. ....from love! oops my hand slipped

supernatural, seasons 1 - 5 starters. / accepting .

✝     ———-    alive , but not alive . dead , but not dead . he is a walking cautionary tale , sewn shut with countless contradictions . he is not human , and yet . and yet . he has grown so fond of these bones , of this skin . his room is so cold ... all of him is so cold . they are warm . why can't he be warm ? oh , how he finds them fascinating . this is where he and that woman mother had always differed . he wants to reach , where she wants to snatch . he wants to touch , where she wants to take .

❛   kill me ?   ❜ the way he tilts his head , he looks almost hurt - confused the way a child is confused when presented with evidence of their wrongdoing , which they didn't know was a wrongdoing to begin with . his lids rest low , he can hear the erratic beating of her ear in his eardrums like a song : thump , thump , thump , like a rabbit trapped inside a cage . no , not a rabbit ... a wolf . maybe she's hiding under skin too . she's warm , but her pupils are wide , her mouth looks like it wants to show teeth , to snarl .

he doesn't get back , doesn't cave to her demands . does he ever ? he's so terribly overbearing . spoiled . ❛   you want to kill me ? that won't do ... but it will hurt .   ❜ it's too quick , too swift for her to even have a chance to protest - he curls his talons around her wrist , not tightly , but firmly , and he aims it downwards , he the jagged end of her weapon against his chest , and presses himself onto it just enough to puncture through the fabric of his shirt , through first layer of skin . a small drop of blood trickles down from the wound , and his grip loosens . ❛   ... do you wanna hurt me ? you can hurt me if you want to . ❜

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shamelessly spamming u guys w some memes, i will do some proper replies tmr ❤️

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✝     ———-     a small but persistent knot tugs at the center of his forehead , creasing it while pulling at the edges of his dark brows to form a grimace . ❛ ... i heard that .   ❜ he mutters begrungingly , not nearly as mature as max to have the decency to hold back his tongue . ❛   ... i never complain . hush , mini-human .   ❜ his palm comes down , thwacking the top of her ginger head playfully before she can protest again . ❛   lead the way already .   ❜

it takes an enormous amount of willpower for her not to immediately volley back an accusatory are too ! .... she's more mature than that , obviously , so instead she mutters it under her breath , appearing wholly unimpressed . her poker face waivers for a moment when michael changes his mind , the threat of a smile just barely tugging at her lips . ' are you sure ? i don't want you to come if you're going to complain the whole time . '