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lightningcrashes · 1 month
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KYLE GALLNER as COLIN GRAY Jennifers Body | 2009
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danger-jazz · 1 month
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"They're showing Rocky Horror at the Bijou next Friday night."
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caleblandrybones · 25 days
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we owe him so much
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slashericons · 9 months
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Colin Gray — Jennifer´s Body (2009)
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fairyysoup · 1 year
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curated by @maximoffwxnda and i in the offices of being idiots on facetime.
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v4mp1res3verywhere · 2 years
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they don’t make ‘em like this anymore mane
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ryan-sometimes · 2 months
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Can we really blame Jennifer Check? You’re telling me that if you saw this man, you wouldn’t eat him too?
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goatsica · 6 months
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I just feel like he could really fix me ya know?
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owlcracker · 26 days
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i heart killing boys
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Perv!Colin Gray~Headcanon
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warning : dark thems, obsession, obsessive thoughts, one-sided love, filming without consent, implied murder, recording wothout consent, yandere-behaviour, no use of Y/n
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°Since he looked under the shady tree to escape the summer sun and saw you, he had given his dead, cold heart to you. Had fallen for you.
°It seemed to be the same as the infinite love of Count Dracula for his Mina. At least that was how it was for the black-haired one. In his eyes you were destined for each other. He is hers and she is his, the only thing that was right for him. She was his new obsession.
°Since that day he tried to get as close to her as possible. Be it just a look, a smile, a conversation or even a discreet touch. It was all just another proof of love for him. And he enjoyed every single one of them. It was like a kick to try again and again. The more and longer he had contact, the more nervously in love and possessive he became.
°You had a few classes together and every hour his gaze was on you while his other hand moved over the paper with the pen. He drew and wrote down things that came to his mind. Whether it was your smile, which he returned, your eyes, which only looked at him. Or your naked body as he imagined it and that more than once.
°More than once he had reached for his mobile phone or his camera. Recorded everything of you when you belonged to him. Whether it was a look in his direction, a particularly sweet smile or when you leaned forward somewhere. Leaning back and your chest was clearly visible, stretching and your belly was visible. Or when you were kneeling down and your smell was coming up and you were presenting your panties to him.
°Everything you did was just for him. You were so innocent, unaware of your love. Unaware that you had no choice but to reject him. And in secret with his friends who had more influence than you would think, spread rumours about those who wanted to harm you. He protected you, protected you like Dracula protected his Mina. He would give you no choice, sooner or later you would come to him.
°Only when his attempts to get closer to her became more futile, he decided. You would only have to recognise his love for you. And first every Wednesday, then every two days, then every day a card, a poem or a cd would find its way into her locker. And he would stand nearby filming you opening it to see what you thought of it.
°He would have wanted to fall into her arms and explain who had left those presents in her locker when she came up to him. ,,Hey Colin, tell me you know a lot about poetry and stuff. Someone's been slipping me little gifts for weeks now, so to speak. So I wanted to ask if I could come to your club?" she asked and he could hardly believe his luck.
°You're starting to get it, he thought happily and said hastily, ,,Yeah, sure, then we can look together," before she happily pulled him into a hug. He would have loved to never let go of you again. Just leave you in his arms. Just stay with him. Sooner or later you would be like that.
°The day in question only came because he had prepared himself specially. He had prepared the room with a recording device that would pick up your lovely voice. Everything you would say he would record. Listen to it in his room, over and over and over again.
°When the door opened and you came in, you looked around at the posters, poems and posters with pictures. He saw your little smile, your curious but ignorant look. Saw you carrying a box with the things he had given you. Saw how the short top clung to your upper body. Your bra with lace showing underneath. As if you wanted him to see you like this.
°His fingers ran over the rosary that was wrapped around his arm. It seemed to cost him every ounce of strength not to throw himself in front of you and confess everything. His sins, his fantasies, his deeds, what he had done. Hoping you would pull him to you and kiss him back. Maybe even rebuke him for his immoral behaviour. Confessing what he imagined while touching himself, thinking only of you. A sigh almost escaped his lips.
°The two sat down at the table and went through the things together. He knew each one by heart, knew exactly what he had written. Everything brutal, everything loving, everything erotic, everything sinful that he had written down was only for you. He concentrated only on you and your voice. Saw how you took a poem and he asked you to read it out. Saw how you seemed to get warmer and your cheeks turned a light pink.
°He knew you had chosen the darkest and most perverted poem. How your voice almost broke under the praises you received. How you described his love for you. As you described what he had done. But she had no idea, no idea what he wanted to do with you, no idea what would happen.
°He would leave you no choice, you were his forever. Before you finished the poem you looked at him, slightly unsure. ,,You did well," he praised and tried to encourage you to continue. He saw you looking at him gratefully before your hand came to yours. You grasped it and squeezed it gratefully before saying his name. ,,Thank you Colin" it was three words and yet the scene burned itself into his mind.
°Burned in and in and in. Until you said goodbye to each other he hurriedly took the recorder and drove home in his car. He heard your voice as he pressed play. He heard your loving soft voice saying his name. He would have given anything to touch you again for so long. And he knew it was all just beginning. You were his and one look at his knife told him. He would do anything.
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girl dinner
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emoboybattle · 11 months
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scumdrug · 1 year
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welcome tumblr this is my emo boy fanart :)
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kirasometimess · 5 days
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hear me out… i solved it
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stuckinthedeadlights · 7 months
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Colin Gray Icons
free to use, credit appreciated but not necessary. if you have a request or want to be tagged for any of my edits send me an ask. don’t repost, reblogs appreciated. all of my edits can be found here
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1ingerr · 3 months
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justice for him bc i would’ve chewed on his lip piercing like a piece of candy
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