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“You give very little credit to your species then.” Gen took another drag of her cigarette. “Perhaps. But in my experience, the former usually spawns the latter.”

He chuckled slightly, he couldn’t even recall which memories were human memories and which ones were after he turned.  “It’s a lot weaker than we usually think it is.”  He quirked a brow, not used to someone asking him those types of questions.  “Couldn’t you say that we’re all a mix of both? Running from a past and hoping for a better future?” 

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Hannah nodded, it was a pity that most people didn’t take time to appreciate the little things. Then again, who could blame them?

 “I suppose it’s natural for people to forget to indulge in childhood pleasures when they’re all grown up and always in a hurry. Especially after the war. It’s hard to indulge after that.” She paused.” Well, maybe not for everyone. Some people are just busy looking for other things to indulge in, I s’ppose.”

The man fell into step with her and her fears that he might be some mugger melted away as quickly as the snow falling on their heads. She wasn’t used to talking about Sam and not because she didn’t want to, but because there was no one for her to speak of him with. It hurt too much for Sherwood to remember him and Hannah was so used to walking on eggshells to avoid mentioning Sam to Irene, she just never brought him up to her sister at all anymore.

“My brother, Sam.” She shivered. “When we were little we used to go sledding, race against the other kids. Sam was always on my team. And we had snowball fights. He told me I was really bad at aiming so he always had me making the snowballs and he’d launch them. The little cheat.” Hannah laughed softly to herself. “He liked snow.”

I’ve Just Seen A Face || dannah

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"Playing it Cool" Sentence Starters

"We were deeply, passionately, madly in love...for one glorious night."

"I'm sorry, you think 'Terminator' is more romantic than 'Ghost?'"

"God, I love running through the airport scenes."

"Don't touch me with your sticky, disgusting, reptile hands!"

"I just don't see myself ever feeling the same way about you."

"If I have to hear one more four talk about her vegan pet, my sperm are going to start eating each other."

"Do you want to do a social experiment?"

"Do, um, the blowjob, the tongue-in-the-cheek thing."

"We fuck sometimes...for research."

"Happiness and marriage don't coexist."

"Love is what keeps fucking you long after the sex has dried up."

"Love is a real thing! I was watching this Korean soap opera last night..."

"Whenever you say it's nothing, it is never nothing."

"They sprinkle cute little monkey photos all over the place like rufies, and then they date rape your checkbook. Bastards."

"Oh, I see...the stereotypical self-loathing Good Samaritan."

"No, no, if I were stalking you, you'd never see me. I'm very good at it."

"I can pretty much guarantee that if we hang out, you're gonna walk away completely unimpressed."

"Men and women can't be friends. We are squids and squirrels."

"You're just setting boundaries so you can push them."

"Are you even masturbating properly?"

"People are petty, emotional whores."

"You're gonna ruin this, because you're a soulless love hater."

"You're lucky I'm wearing underwear."

"Love is like your 401k, it matches your investment."

"Why don't you tell the story about the time you got drunk and tried to finger me?"

"Look, if this thing between us, if it's nothing...if it's just an infatuation, maybe sex will cure it?"

"Your boyfriend? Wait, wait, you gonna tell him about us?"

"I didn't know you were gonna lose it and start acting needy."

"Well, I guess this is me waving the white flag."

"I love you. I should have told you. I thought you knew."

"I want to put my face in a waffle iron."

"Uh, maybe you're pitying yourself a little too much here."

"I got pinkeye from a charity dunk tank for you!"

"The sex is better with me. I know, I have first hand experience."

"I don't hate you. I nothing you."

"We're both disasters, neither of us deserve love!"

"I'm willing to regret you for the rest of my life."

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She noticed that her words fazed him and began to wonder if she would have to make an excuse to leave the conversation if he became any more.. intense. The last thing she needed was another man giving her problems, thinking he owned her body. “Of course. The human mind can only handle so much.” She tapped her cigarette against the ash tray on the table between them. “Something like that, I suppose. Some would say you’re running from something. Or running to it.” Genevieve met the man’s eyes unflinchingly. “So which one is it?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly at her first comment.  Seker was careful to not let anyone know about him, was it possible he messed up along the way?  “Some moments in our past are more memorable than others.  I mean remembering every little thing would sure to make you go crazy right?” He tried to avoid the talk of how many years he had on him.  “Oh so you’re a drifter too?  I can never really stay in one place for too long.” 

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“Then perhaps one of us doesn’t remember that past as well as we’d like. Too many years can do that, or so I hear.” There’s something reminiscent of a Scottish accent to her voice, but not quite. The only answer she offers is: “I didn’t stay there for too long, I doubt I made any impression worth remembering if that city is where you recognize me from.”

“Well my mistake, you just look like someone I met once.  Where were you from before here?”

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“No... I don’t believe we have.  I have an excellent memory.”

“I guess that’s true.  Though I do have to say you look familiar.  You sure we’ve never crossed paths before?”

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“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald

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possible brothers and sisters

Bridgit Mendler and Alona Tal

Adèle Exarchopoulos and Hannah Murray

Anna Popplewell, Chace Crawford, Torrance Coombs and Emilia Clarke

Asa Butterfield, Stefania Owen and Kaya Scodelario

Ben Barnes and Caitlin Stasey

Candice Accola and Toby Regbo

Ian Somerhalder and Matt Lanter

Luke Hemmings and Chloe Moretz

Nicholas Hoult and Freddie Highmore

Nina Dobrev, Aimee Teengarden and Victoria Justice

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send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

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I always have a beard between jobs. I just let it grow until they pay me to shave it. People are quite surprised it’s ginger. Sometimes they ask me if I dye my hair and I always say “Wow, no! I’m ‘trans-ginger’.”

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Daredevil v. Superman looks great, you guys.

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Sherwood was finding it easier and easier to sleep through loud noises since he’d began working at the factory. Of course, Irene could hardly be considered a loud roommate after his short stint at a boarding house or years of rooming with a dozen other boys. 

Still, the thunder and wind outside his window would probably bother him if he didn’t feel worn to the bone after hard day at work. As it was, the noise didn’t even register with him. What did wake him up was Irene’s voice and the sensation of no longer being alone in his room.

He opened two sleepy eyes to see his sister at the door. Of course. He’d almost forgotten Irene’s dislike of the dark. “Yeah.” He answered hoarsely and sat up in his bed, patting the side of his bed. “Wanna sit?”

Come Under the Covers || Irewood

Irene was out of the orphanage for a couple of weeks.  They all had a plan, they were all going to live together after they turned 18.  They were a family after all and they were going to battle the world together.  However Irene and Sherwood were the oldest out of the quartet so they were living alone until the others joined them.

One night Irene was woken up by the storms outside.  She’d never admit to anyone that she was afraid of the dark, but they all suspected it.  Hannah would always use to let Irene come in bed and sleep if she woke up in the middle of the night, no words needed to be spoken between them.  But Hannah wasn’t here and Irene didn’t know what to do.  

She debated trying to stay in her bed but a crack of lightening scared her otherwise.  She immediately got out of her bed and made her way to Sherwood’s room.  Even though Irene wasn’t at the apartment for long she already memorized the floor plan. Not that it was hard, it was small and run down but was perfect for their situation right now.

When Irene got to the door of Sherwood’s room she tapped lightly before opening the door.  “Sherwood?”  She said both quietly but loud enough where he could hear if he was lightly sleeping.  “I can’t sleep.”  She hated how it made her sound like a little kid, she was always worried that he saw her as the little girl that came in all those years ago.  

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She heard the quickening footsteps behind her and in a moment of panic, Hannah tried to remember everything her siblings had taught her about protecting herself on city streets. “Speak softly, carry a knife,” was Sherwood’s advice, “And thumb outside your fist if you sock anyone, Hannah Banana.”

 “And if it’s a man, aim for his you-know-whats.” Irene had added. 

But the fellow didn’t try to grab her or ask for her money, much to her surprise. For a second, she just blinked at him, processing what he’d asked in the first place.

 “Oh- the snow! No, I’ve seen snow.” She said, relieved. “I do like snow and all... but I think I like staying inside during the snow a little bit more, all warm and bundled up.  I was just thinking about somebody else back there.”

I’ve Just Seen A Face || dannah

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“Well, it’s a fairly large city. I would think the arrival of newcomers isn't that rare of an occurrence.”

“Well it seems I’m not the only one who is new to town.”