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ㅤJust hearing Henry say 'bitching' was worth this whole debacle, but it only got better. He couldn't appreciate the realization hitting the other before the water from his hair did, but the expression on Henry's face was priceless. Gareth actually had to work to keep his own amusement at a more 'smug and satisfied' level instead of just busting out into laughter, but he was pleased with himself for managing it.

ㅤThe use of his flannel as a towel for Henry's face was an acceptable loss, mostly because it would dry and frankly? The water and Henry's face were cleaner than the shirt, which was at least a day old. It hadn't possessed a funk when he grabbed it and smell checked it that morning, so it was deemed suitable, which was absolutely not Henry's usual standard. Gareth hated doing laundry and it was all just going to get dirty again, so most of his clothes fell into that pattern. If he was wearing an entirely clean, fresh wardrobe, it was a sign that something was a big deal.

ㅤ"At least it wasn't sweat this time," he offered, smirking as he plucked the comb from Henry's fingers. After a show, that was an all too real occurrence and they both knew it. Gareth was absolutely dripping with sweat on drums under those lights, just baking away, so clean shower water was a distinct improvement. "It's your comb, so I hope it doesn't get stuck."

ㅤThe unspoken part was 'and break', but he didn't think Henry's comb would break as easily. Gareth had a cheap little thing and now he was going to have to get another cheap little thing, but Henry's things were generally nicer, like the shower condiments that made getting the comb through his hair so much easier. The neatness wouldn't last, but combing it back worked for the moment.

⸸  ⸻ ❛ Oh, what a surprise. Gareth, bitching? Unheard of. ❜

The word isn't typically in his dictionary, though he'll make a special allowance for the sake of a bro.

As soon as he steps away to let Gareth take care of himself, he realises his error— but it's already too late. His head is shaken as if he's a mutt, and drops of water— thankfully absent of the soap's residue— fly all over the bathroom, sprinkling the far wall, the shower curtain, the mirror and, most intentionally, Henry's face and new shirt.

He stares back at him, deadpanned, wanting to reach out and swipe the smug smirk off of the prick's face, but he doesn't. Instead, he reaches for his flannel on the bathroom counter and rubs his face dry, an air of grace to the motion despite his mild irritation.

❛ You're a jerk, ❜ Henry says plainly, turning to rummage in the nearby cupboard before procuring his desired comb. ❛ I hope this one gets stuck, too. ❜

#[honestly are you really besties if you DON'T want to throttle each other ever? #though the throttling is all on henry's side rn #gareth is just smug af and infinitely pleased with himself #he's achieved the chaos he desired] #ripcreel .001 || rock star #ripcreel #coming down is still a hell of a ride ♫ [v. rock star]

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ㅤ"Sprang on you?" he demanded, incredulous and not sure if he was more indignant about being accused of 'springing on her like that in the dark' or being told to 'chill out' after he was the one who was just tased. He didn't think she'd be all that willing to 'chill out' if she tried it, but it wasn't like pointing that out was going to win him any favors here. She might not have recognized him more than vaguely, but he knew exactly who she was. "I didn't spring on you, I just want to know which side Macy's is on. I parked my bike over there and they hustled me out the closest doors when the mall closed, and it was not the right ones."

"Oh chill out will you? You're the one who sprang on me like that in the dark," She insisted with role of her eyes. Though he didn't seem to be too badly damaged which quietly relieved her. She tried to place the other boy but only vaguely recognized him as a part of Eddie Munson's group. "Why are you out here this time of nigh anyway?"

#I think it's great! #gareth is less impressed #cheerlaedere || .001 main #you're a little early. show's not 'till next week ♫ [v. main] #cheerlaedere

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@cheerlaedere seriously just tased him, bro!

ㅤApparently, she understood more about how the taser worked - mostly the point and shoot part - than she thought, because Gareth had barely gotten as far as flagging her down and calling out before she'd spun on him and fired it. The probes hit, every muscle in his body tensed with a pain like a charlie horse from hell as he gave a short shriek and he hit the pavement with zero ability to actually do anything about it. Just as suddenly, it was over, and though the whole thing only lasted like 5 seconds, he blinked at her like she'd lost her mind. "You just tased me!" he shouted as he scrambled up, yanking at the probe - that was going to leave a mark, to get it off of him and hoping she had to reload and couldn't do it again.

#cheerlaedere #cheerlaedere || .001 main #you're a little early. show's not 'till next week ♫ [v. main] #the way i LAUGHED at her reaction omg

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Still half-out of it from co.vid but showing signs of life and I intend to be doing a trick r treat event this year in the development tea room server that'll mean I'm dropping atmospheric setting starters for people who are interested. In the past, I've created new verses on some of these, so plotting is also always welcome if you want something more involved.

Like this post if you'd like to receive one (or more) of these moody, spooky or sad setting prompts over the course of October. Hit me up in IMs or disco if you wanna plot deeper.

#there is love enough ♫ starter call #reblogging because i'm feeling a bit better and these are starting! get 'em while they're hot!

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Still half-out of it from co.vid but showing signs of life and I intend to be doing a trick r treat event this year in the development tea room server that'll mean I'm dropping atmospheric setting starters for people who are interested. In the past, I've created new verses on some of these, so plotting is also always welcome if you want something more involved.

Like this post if you'd like to receive one (or more) of these moody, spooky or sad setting prompts over the course of October. Hit me up in IMs or disco if you wanna plot deeper.

#there is love enough ♫ starter call

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@vcnusians continued for beta from here.

ㅤIn fairness, Gareth and Eddie's friends had probably said a lot less than Jason Carver and his jock cronies said about literally anyone who so much as innocently breathed the same air as them in what they thought was the wrong way. He and the guys had been upset that Eddie was being falsely accused because some basketball asshole's pretty cheerleader girlfriend randomly showed up at the Munson's place and got hurt in some freaky way unrelated to their friend, so they'd said some regrettable things about her in Eddie's defense, but how was it fair that she was essentially martyred and a miracle girl when his name had been smeared so badly that his missing persons posters were getting vandalized with satanic symbols and rude drawings? Even so, he felt bad, thus the apology, because he didn't want to be Jason Carver or anything like his group. "Yeah, but doesn't really make it better, just cause other people said worse," he pointed out, giving her a sideways glance at her declaration about her reputation, he assumed. "Well, yeah, I don't think anyone's really who everyone thinks they are. The town's convinced Eddie's a satanic murderer, so it's a good thing people are wrong."

#vcnusians #you're a little early. show's not 'till next week ♫ [v. main]

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Hey, y'all, quick update! I've been quiet across my blogs because the past few weeks (basically all of September) came in like a wrecking ball. The quick of it is that I've had a lot going on with unpleasant family medical mess and some health stuff of my own, I'm still alive and around, and I'll be getting back to things as soon as I can! As always, you can send memes or prod me on discord (mutuals can request) for plotting and chatting!

#transmission ♫ out of character #I'm gonna reblog this around my blogs for those who don't follow them all #so apologies to those who do for the multiple posts

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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!

🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees

🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

#ask meme

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ㅤAs someone who had misstepped on the stairs just that week, Gareth was absolutely interested in avoiding the stubbed toes and soap in his eyes for at least a few days, though he laughed and got conditioner-water in his mouth at Henry's apparent disappointment, sputtering once more and trying to spit out the taste in his mouth. "No fun? The only way that would be fun for you is if you like listening to me bitch, and in that case, I have plenty more without burning my eyes on shampoo," he shot back as soon as there was a lapse in his chances to ingest Henry's fancy shower condiments, the 'threat' very clear.

ㅤHenry was gonna hear it now, and from now on, with probably a little too much enthusiastic ranting and glee at the freedom to do so. It was going to be great.

ㅤThere was an intense urge as soon as the water was turned off and Henry gave him the go ahead that he'd done his part, and who was Gareth to resist? His 'mop', as it had been referred to, was dripping into the tub and he hadn't thought ahead to a towel. With his eyes shut to avoid the aforementioned soap assault, what else was he to do?

ㅤHe flipped his head back with the kind of graceful arc that probably would have made a commercial proud, spraying water behind him, and then? Then he shook his head out like a proper headbanger - or a dog. He wasn't partial, really, because the goal was actually as much collateral damage as possible. Then, he accepted the towel, as easy as could be, to wipe at his eyes so that he could open them. The look he gave Henry when he could see properly again was angelic, practically beatific.

ㅤ"Wow, you're right, I feel so much better. Do you happen to have a comb? Mine's... indisposed." There was no shame for the chaos he'd just caused.

⸸ ⸻ 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐇'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅. A deity he may be, but he very much understands the pain of soap in one's eyes; it stings awfully for such a common mishap, much like stubbing one's toe or misstepping on the stairs.

                    ❛ You're no fun. I was hoping you'd be petty enough to open them, ❜ Henry remarks, a wry quality to his voice as he works what's left of the conditioner into his scalp. To him, the process is exacting. While some see his focus on hygiene to be a little bit annoying, he'd argue that there's very little that is as important as looking well put together. He doesn't try to impress; it simply makes him feel a little more confident in himself.

                    After a minute or so of gentle circles, Henry draws the showerhead back over Gareth's thick mop. It's almost comical how it looks when wet, a dripping wet mass that flops heavily over his shoulders. Still, with his haircare routine, it'll be back to defying gravity in no time.

                    ❛ There you go, ❜ he says as he finishes rinsing the conditioner out, eyes drifting to the drain. Strange as it may sound, he's always held some affection for the way things travel when heading down there. The suds always look like fluffy sheep being herded by their waterbending shepherd.  ❛ I think that's about as much as I can do for you. ❜

                    He reaches for the radiator, a towel pulled free from its lukewarm resting place.

                    ❛ You should at least be able to drag a comb through it now. ❜

#[JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS HENRY #they're super silly and he's not sorry #it's not brotherly bonding if someone isn't drenched tbh] #ripcreel #ripcreel .001 || rock star #coming down is still a hell of a ride ♫ [v. rock star]

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Sweet little starter call with no expiration date! Hit the heart and you'll get something back, lengths will vary based on mood. If there's a certain verse you want, let me know, and if you wanna plot something that you'd like a starter for, hit up my disco or dms!

#there is love enough ♫ starter call

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continued from legacy and the multi for @holmesdepot's Eddie.

ㅤOh, he absolutely didn't buy it, and he'd spent too many years watching Eddie fidget around when he was nervous or excited - picked up on his habits and the way he thought. It wasn't like Eddie couldn't surprise him, because the guy did that on the regular because Gareth was more grounded than he was, but he had a pretty good read on his best friend after years spent in that role. He knew that he'd missed something huge.

ㅤObviously, the scars and bandages were a part of it, right along with the bullshit that went down with those jocks, and the timing on the weird shit in town was extra weird, but he wasn't sure how it all connected. He had common sense (which apparently was a superpower because the rest of the two didn't seem to have any) so he knew that Eddie hadn't magically made the ground split open or summoned monsters, but he could have bought the idea that a bunch of crazy people saw whatever was really happening and blamed Eddie. He could believe that Eddie got hurt in the midst of all of the actually dangerous shit that was going on. A lot of people got hurt, and even if he hadn't seen some of them personally, he'd heard the rumors.

ㅤJason Carver was dead, along with Patrick and Fred. The King himself, who Carver had desperately wanted to fill the shoes of, Steve Harrington had supposedly gotten fucked up through it all - he'd heard people talking about the guy bloodied and bandaged, filthy and wearing army surplus shit at the hospital when Eddie went in. When Gareth had seen him last, he'd looked like his usual infuriating self with his preppy clothes and perfect hair, though he'd noticed some marks on his neck, so maybe there was some truth there.

ㅤIf they had to keep one of the jock kings, Gareth thought Harrington was the least of the evils, so he wasn't too broken up about that part, but he was still struggling with the idea that it was real that kids his age had died. Billy Hargrove barely seemed to be in the ground, and now Carver? There were stories here, and as he squinted at Eddie, he got the worst feeling that he was being deliberately kept on the outside of something. Even the energy between Eddie at the freshmen (and Sinclair's sister, who was actually pretty cool, even if she was rude as hell) had changed - gotten more intense. It wasn't just Gareth feeling it, because he knew the rest of the band was, too, but he was the one who knew Eddie best.

ㅤ"Yeah, shit's been really weird, that's why I'm asking," he pointed out, but he'd barely gotten the words out before Eddie was putting on the dramatic defeat gesture, and he was ready to push - except that the answer wasn't a redirect or distraction. His brows knit together, considering the gesture to his ear and wall. The walls had ears? There was a split second where he just stood there, staring at Eddie, before he mouthed 'what the fuck' at him, then sighed in frustration. "Fine, but you're telling me exactly what happened with Lerner's dog later."

ㅤHe wasn't letting it go, but he could wait. He gave a roll of his eyes and tilt of his head like he really didn't want to, but he took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders and gestured for the door. "Yeah, sure, let's do it. Probably last break we'll get until it's done."

#holmesdepot #holmesdepot || main .001 #you're a little early. show's not 'till next week ♫ [v. main]

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ㅤIt wasn't like he'd really expected Henry to take his threat seriously, but he shot him a look back over his shoulder at the very obvious patronizing anyway. "Wow dude, rude. I know you can pretend better than that." Even so, he hunched as he'd been told and made a suitably dramatic noise at the comb being pulled free of his hair. Henry was helping him, of course, and he'd appreciate it, but there was the obligatory fuss to be had first. It was good that the other remembered to fix the water temperature, because that would have absolutely been the next thing he was going to bitch about.

ㅤClose call, but it was warm enough when Henry shoved his head and hair down to start drenching it, and it was probably a good thing that he hadn't changed his shirt yet, because his height meant that he was leaning with his shins against the edge of the tub and his head leaned over to keep the water where it belonged, so his shirt wanted to ride up toward his neck.

ㅤA minor inconvenience in the face of what would have actually been a really nice time if he hadn't been leaning so awkwardly over the tub.

ㅤHenry's shampoo smelled way better than the all-in-one Gareth used, and the way Henry lathered it up and massaged his scalp was so much more involved than the cursory rubbing it in that he normally did. It felt nice, even if that was a weird thing to tell someone - ah yes, please rub your fingers all over my skull again.

ㅤIt wasn't actually as weird as all of that and he knew that scalp massages were apparently a thing, but they looked weird and that was really all he needed right then. "No, I can't see cause if I open my eyes, it won't be painless," he quipped, just to be contrary, but if Henry glanced as he spluttered a little at the water that ran down over his face, he was laughing softly.

ㅤThe fact that there was a second bottle being opened would have made him roll his eyes if they weren't closed in fear of soapy water, but he supposed there were reasons why Henry always smelled good and took longest in the bathroom. Gareth worked up a ridiculous sweat under the heat of lights behind the drums, so his only real concern even on practice or recording days when the lights weren't an issue was to hit the deodorant hard. Cologne was an afterthought some days, but all this was new ground.

                    ❛ Yes, yes, I know, you're very scary— now hunch, ❜ Henry orders, reaching over him to pluck what was left of the comb out of his hair with a firm tug.

                    He toggles the water. Mercifully, he remembers to turn the heat up. He himself likes it lukewarm at best, and he knows that most other people don't appreciate that. Once he's sure the stream won't offend, he sets his palm gently on the back of Gareth's neck and flips what he can of his hair over itself.

                    Then comes the dousing.

                    By the time his brother's hair is completely soaked through, Henry already has a bottle of shampoo in his hands. He can't speak for Gareth's haircare routine, but he has more than enough experience with making his own look good— knows exactly how to work it into the roots and make it look nice. Fingers massage soap into his scalp, hands covered in suds by the time he's ready to rinse it out.

                    ❛ You see? ❜ he calls over the rush of running water, the shampoo falling from his head with ease as he reaches for conditioner next.  ❛ Painless, huh? ❜

#ripcreel #ripcreel .001 || rock star #[gareth like: it would be flawless for about 15 minutes before i sweat it out LET ME LIVE] #coming down is still a hell of a ride ♫ [v. rock star]

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ㅤIn fairness, neither of them was really surprised when it snapped, though Gareth had held more confidence in both the comb and his own ability to make it work than apparently it or he deserved. It was disappointing and annoying, but apparently he had to remember that for next time. That, and get better combs.

ㅤThe look he gave Henry, complete with some of the plastic comb still stuck in his unruly curls, was flat and unimpressed with the smile that was still threatening as well as the words he'd specifically told the other not to utter. "I said don't say it!"

ㅤNot that it mattered a second later, since Henry was on the move and... what? "I wash it properly!" Like three days ago, but that wasn't the point.

ㅤ'Hunch and be quiet,' he mouthed, sound barely audible in his rather theatrical disbelief that his friend would say these things to his face, but Henry didn't seem all that phased by his dramatics, and he had a chunk of plastic in his hair, it still wasn't presentable and he did have places to be. That all balanced out to limited options - namely the one option, right in front of him. "Damn it. If anyone comes in here and sees this shit, I reserve the right to kick your ass."

ㅤIt was all hot air, but that wouldn't stop him from putting up the token fuss.

⸸ ⸻ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 upon Gareth's insistence that he knows what he's doing, even if all the signs point towards that comb snapping clean in two— so much so that when it does, Henry is neither vexed nor surprised. Just bemused.

Eyes flit from Gareth's face to the piece of plastic stuck in his hair, then back again. His lips press into a tight, thin line, smothering whatever he was going to say ( and an impending smile ).

❛ ... it broke. ❜ So he can be a little shit sometimes. So what? ❛ Come. You need to wash it properly. ❜ The wet water trick won't work when one's mop is as thick as Gareth's. Before he can say anything further, Henry frees the shower head from its place and motions to the side of the bath. ❛ I know what I'm doing, just hunch and be quiet. ❜

#ripcreel #ripcreel .001 || rock star #coming down is still a hell of a ride ♫ [v. rock star] #[henry....he doesn't need it to be flawless! his brand isn't flawless! #but no seriously help him he's stuck]

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

#ask meme

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(  *  &.  –  SHANE MADEJ SENTENCE STARTERS.

literally just a bunch of bullshit shane madej from buzzfeed unsolved has said throughout multiple videos.  enjoy !

‘  that’s insufferable. i love it.  ’

‘  they look like someone just accidentally coughed some eyebrows onto his forehead.  ’

‘  i’m ready for death. that’s what makes me me.  ’

‘  i’m ready, every room we walk into, to die.  ’

‘  do you think he pooped himself?  ’

‘  it’s very disrespectful, but it’s human.  ’

‘  i think the moon having a boner is about as realistic as ghosts.  ’

‘  hey ghouls! the boys are here!  ’

‘  hey there demons. it’s me, ya boy.  ’

‘  you know what… let it be a mystery.  ’

‘  if you don’t like it, you can kiss my apple taters.  ’

‘  i have run the permutations through my little computer and all of them say ‘you are fucked.’  ’

‘  oh, it’s fine if people die on christmas eve.  ’

‘  what, you’ve never stabbed a guy in the heart and pushed him into the ocean?  ’

‘  i might be more scared of puppies than i am of snakes.  ’

‘  i look like a weirdo by today’s standards, but that’s okay. i feel the sexiest i’ve ever felt.  ’

‘  oh, things are going tits-up.  ’

‘  yes, i am floppy, but that’s neither here nor there.  ’

‘  everything else you have is shit.  ’

‘  i’m not gonna gloat here cause at a certain point i just feel bad for you.  ’

‘  do you tell ghost stories after sex?  ’

‘  one of my greatest fears is that someone will trick me into doing heroin.  ’

‘  i knew it, i’m a slime guy!  ’

‘  i’m not saying i’m right about everything, i just feel like i often am right about a lot of things.  ’

‘  no, no, no, no, no.  ’

‘  no, i just want to talk to the demons.  ’

‘  i’m gonna lock myself in here with a ghost.  ’

‘  i think this demon’s a wimp!  ’

‘  rock and roll, buckeroo!  ’

‘  hey, look… steal from the rich. do it!  ’

‘  can i go into work looking like this? no. this is trash.  ’

‘  i think your tummy’s got a demon.  ’

‘  i took an improv comedy class once. because i’m a white guy.  ’

‘  i’m sad and kinda delirious.  ’

‘  hey, you demon fuck!  ’

‘  i think ben franklin might have been involved in some weird sex parties.  ’

‘  it’s a nice sunset, enjoy it. it’s the last one you’re ever going to see.  ’

‘  it’s like satan’s cement butthole.  ’

‘  time’s a tickin’, show up and murder us.  ’

‘  yeah, you know, i like to keep you entertained.  ’

‘  oh shit, yeah, what about that, idiot?  ’

‘  i bet i could squeeze an apple until it exploded.  ’

‘  i’m not trying to do that whole dismiss it thing, but… i’m dismissing it.  ’

‘  shadows do tend to follow you, though… that’s sort of how they work.  ’

‘  i’m taking a selfie with some demons, yo!  ’

‘  ghost 101: one, knock book of shelf. two, uhh, hold a candlestick in the middle of the hallway. three… sheets.  ’

‘  we’re here for the cult stuff! we saw the ad on craigslist.  ’

‘  i’m ghost proof, baby!  ’

‘  honey, we gotta jazz it!  ’

‘  whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect this demon.  ’

‘  i’m gonna close the door and leave.  ’

‘  if you’re possessed, we’re not taking you home.  ’

‘  i worked very hard to be this tall!  ’

‘  once again not a single scratch on me, so that’s disappointing.  ’

‘  i think they would’ve been down to clown.  ’

‘  ever since then, i’ve been kind of terrified of avocados.   ’

‘  see this guys ass, by the way?  ’

‘  i’ll kill you if you touch my dog.  ’

‘  i don’t want to be a ghost hunter! this is all bullshit!  ’

‘  i don’t want you to have like a full mental break. maybe close. close would be good.  ’

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