#*cue flashback*

[s0lit4ir3]

oh fuck its january next week

[imbadatwrighting]

Dally, trying to hint at Curtis!reader: Man, I sure am hungry

Curtis!reader, oblivious: We have food in the fridge, just don’t take the cheese.

Curtis!reader: And if you think, “oh she bought a lot of expensive cheese she won’t notice” I will notice.

Dally: …

[thebramblewood]

Time to wrap this history lesson up (for now).

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Helena, telepathically: What then?

Caleb, telepathically: She came home, of course. To me.

I mistook her for a nightmare at first, pounding so hard on my bedroom window the glass shook, bloodied and bruised, trembling and out of her head. She was sick for days but refused a doctor and only allowed me to see her. Fragments of memory returned, enough to give us some small idea of what she was turning into, as inconceivable as it seemed.

Upon transforming, she was immediately ravenous. I trapped rats in the alley and brought them to her. Hardly the fine dining she had grown accustomed to, but desperation overruled disgust. Their blood didn’t quench her thirst for long. The entire household was at risk. We decided we would go together to seek out her maker. I���m ashamed to admit we hardly took a moment to consider everything we were leaving behind, least of all our parents. The lives they wanted for us had never fit, and it seemed we’d been handed an opportunity to start over, as horrifying as the circumstances were.

-

Lilith: That’s him.

Caleb: Are you certain?

Lilith: It’s a terrible likeness, but it has the same sinister aura. Besides, I hear him calling. He’s been waiting for me.

-

[Continuing telepathic conversation]

Helena: It’s funny. I feel like I’ve seen him before, the vampire who turned her.

Caleb: It wouldn’t surprise me. Judgmental lurking is his favorite pastime. He founded Forgotten Hollow as his eternal enclave from the human world and refuses to accept it no longer belongs solely to him. Observing is how he fools himself into thinking he hasn’t lost control. His origins, his age, his connections, his wealth — it’s always been a mystery. He’s never liked me, and he and Lilith haven’t been on speaking terms for decades.

Helena: But why-

Caleb: It’s late. Lilith will be rising soon.

Helena: Can she… listen in when we talk like this?

Caleb: No. The psychic bond between two vampires creates a sort of veil. So long as one of you is in my head, the other can’t intrude. But being locked out will drive her mad. Best to stay on her good side for now.

Helena: You haven’t even told me yet how you were turned or-

Caleb: Patience, Helena. After all, we only have eternity.

[shotmrmiller]

I’m using Soap as a goddamn chewing toy and he better like it because there’s no way he’s keeping me away from those arms

???

does he

look like he doesn't enjoy pain???

and pain! make it fucking hurt it def gets his southern blood pumpin.

[russellinatussle]

Producer: Never have I ever been late for a team meeting

Pierre:

Flashback to Tauri Talk where Yuki, Josh and Nyck were talking about how Yuki does not tolerate people being late 💀

[zishuge]

The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 55

[unicornpopcorn14]

Bsd Fandom, Which Randou defeat is more canon to you?

[plutoslvr]

happy birthday tim drake i hope your dad doesn't traumatise you again

[fritzes]

why is he like this

[tazmiilly]

one of the strangest things about my nightmares for me is I will forget some of the nightmares I've had until I'm in another nightmare. as if the person I am who's in my dreams is sort of living another life. I don't remember those things until I'm in a dream. and I remember them vividly and instantaneously as opposed to them not even coming to mind in my waking life.

[lavenderjewels]

why is he acting like he doesn’t know his childhood,, he lived through it 😭

[fideidefenswhore]

"In Wolf Hall, Henry VIII’s perfume is defiant and brash: “He moves in a perfumed cloud made of the essences of roses; as if he owns all the roses, owns all the summer nights” (81). This is Henry as deus ex machina, a perfumed deity descending from the heavens in a cloud, owning and desiring all that is beautiful, fresh, and vibrant. His new mistress Anne Boleyn’s skin is described as “faintly perfumed: amber, rose” (273) and when she stretches her arms “she smells of green leaves and lavender” (293); her aromas already complement Henry’s own rose perfumes, and she is as fresh as all the summer nights."

[chaosinstigator]

wait wait wait… george max front row oh god

[grahamcarmen]

[a-stanford-pines]

i know about a lot of things!!!!! i know about cathy and you and your brother’s secret code and your science experiment and your nightmares and yah. so TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN YOU WERE DREAM-DRUNK.

...I don't think I will.

[jamiethebeeart]

The idea of spinner in a crop top wouldnt leave me