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ericnoble:

You. Are. Impossible. 

But you know what? I’m okay with that.  Not with the whole objectifying me, of course. That’s getting out of hand, Viv.

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Can’t stop, won’t stop. I just can’t be tamed Eric Noble.

Also once you stop being so damn hot, I’ll tone down my sexual attraction for you.

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ericnoble:

No lifetime bans. I’m the one who bakes the cookies around here. Plus, I got you brownies last night and I took care of the children for the whole evening. I deserve wearing sweaters, c’mon. 

Well I was a bad bullshit detector at the time, plus you’ve always had such a cute face, anyone would’ve bought any lies that you told them. Not my fault. Well, maybe it is, fine. 

You’ve been shagging Lucifer all those years. Hate to tell you. But at least it works on bed, right?

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The store owner wants, what the store owner wants and right now he doesn’t want our faces in his sweater buying shop. Sorry babe, I had no choice in the matter.

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Oi! I think we all know the person who bakes around here is Charlotte, don’t think I don’t see you bribing my blond best friend.. also I deserve to proudly show off my smoking hot husband, and all those layers do nothing but hide that body that I proudly get to claim as mine.

Yeah.. yeah it really does.

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ericnoble:

That’s ‘cause you burned it. You’ve always been a bad liar, Gen. I’ve known you for like what- fifteen or sixteen years? I’ll buy myself another and hide it in the depths of hell. You’re satan’s wife, babe.

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I did not burn it! Show me the ashes before you start throwing around outrageous and downright hurtful lies, also psh. It’s amusing that you think you can buy another sweater, isn’t like I insuranced us a lifetime ban on the sweater store or anything.

Says the boy who believed any lie i told for a solid year, you were even daft enough to buy into the one where I pretended like I didn’t love you.

Also genius, you just called yourself satan.. does that mean I’ve been shagging Lucifer all these years? I’ve always been a hellcat in bed though so the title does fit, but we’ve gotta alert the media that we released the devils children out on the world, seems only fair to the poor unsuspecting citizens of dear old gordes.

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ericnoble:

You didn’t burn that ol’ sweater, did you, Gen? I can’t find it anywhere. I left it in the bathroom the last time. 

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I have absolutely no idea about what sweater you could possibly be talking about. I mean did you ever even own a sweater? Who knows!—There is no documented proof of its existence.

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scalchops:

Howie Day - Collide

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likeafieldmouse:

Rudolf Bonvie - Dialog (1973)

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Hold me here // FCL Drabble.

After the fatal car crash, and the electric blowout between Genevieve and Eric, months passed and they learned what it truly means to be in love with someone on the other side, when you can’t touch the one you love the most because of a silly little thing of being dead and gone. 

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C’est mon anniversaire.

emma-archibald:

A quarter of a century now. It feels like eternity.

JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE EM!

I was hoping to surprise you, but you snuck up on me. See I’ve got it all planned out, I stayed up all night baking your favorite type of cake, decorated Cali with ribbons and cat decorations, and I’ve got the car from Emmerich today, so you name it, whatever in the world is your dream today and I’ll make it happen; blessings of it being the holiest of all holy days.

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Do birds still sing for you?

ericnoble:

Like poison, poison drowned in wrath, sweet angst and slow toughness. He couldn’t help but swallow the silence, not because it hurt, but because it didn’t. As a matter of fact, it was mere a suffocating burn, nothing but breathtaking numbness. “I know. I know you’re not her”, he shook his head in denial, falling slowly into despair. “She was human”, his hoarse voice took up the entire room, as if he was almost running out of strength. “She was human and that’s what I- I loved about her the most”. A pause and then a breath; just words hanging in the air before he’d close his eyelids for a moment, to feel the walls caving in and caving in. Defiantly, he stood still after opening his eyes once again.

There was one more thing, just more words to be spoken and spit from his mouth. Like poison. He could’ve gone off the deep end, and he could’ve been more careful. But his feet steadily hit the ground, as Eric approached her — whoever she was. His eyes were fixed on some kind of devilish black orbs and the fake smirk, ever so ready to get out the loathsome devil inside of her. A fight he’d probably never win. But the words that came out, were worse than planned. Soon Eric caught himself on the act of harsh remarks, carelessly sinking in again.

“I loved her. Not you. Whoever you are, you’re not her. You’re just a lifeless demon trapped inside her head, sucking all of her life. You’re breathing in and out whatever’s inside. You’re consuming her. But you’re not her.“ 

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The boy in the green jacket didn’t know what else to say, for the urge to break the inviting silence wasn’t as strong as before. So he just allowed the words to fall down and break in and sink into each other’s skin, before it was too late to break his heart again.

Pure anger rolled inside her bones as the desperation sunk further into her skin, standing in front of her were a mixture of words spoken strongly in spite; a bold statement of love and how she was sewn up to be everything but. Disgust dig its claws into her ribcage as she silently scoffed at the thought of how in this moment when she needed help the most, it was declared that she wouldn’t get any; he had reached the end of his rope and the words twisted inside, unable to ask for it if she knew how too.

A steady figure made its path over to her, meeting her head on and the bold tension that spoke between them as the power struggle warred on between the once lovers. White orbs framed in black lashes traveled its way up his frame to meet the frighting angry expression that she had never faced aimed at her before, it was shocking to see the coldness radiating from him, and the loss of his unbreakable love made a chill climb its way up her spine, and dip her heart in frozen  ice.

Jaw clenched tight in refusal, as she faltered in her once reassurance, eyes fighting down the liquid that rose to coat her lighting color irises, breathing dying in shaking tones as her tongue pressed tight onto her teeth, distracting pain and bringing sharp focus. Tiny shakes from her head in disbelief as her feet backpedaled a few steps in needed space. “No.. no, that’s not..” Lids pressing closed in honest silence as the vulnerable human side was trying to claw its way out, the next words breathed out of her redtinged mouth in hushed mumbles. “You can’t.. it doesn’t make sense.. How could you? How could you love me.. after everything.” Her lungs fell into collapsion as her eyelids fluttered open and met his own with hazel set orbs. “I made you miserable everyday Eric”

The loss of her stability was bleeding from her, just as she had lost everything when her body was stolen away into the hands of sex trade, and the mysteries and self-hatred came tumbling afterwards. She hated appearing weak and vulnerable because it opened the doors for demons and violators to come sweeping in, and the anger she felt at not being able to save herself and fight off abusers came roaring up her spine, cracking her neck back violently as the electrical fire melded painfully into her bloodstreams again. Shining light through her cracks as she rose a few feet off the ground and lighting melded back into her essence.

Stepping softly onto the floor once she retreated back into her safe protection of dangerous elements, the lighting static danced alongside her fingertips and wove its way up her arms, and the emotions rattled loudly through her body, shattering every last seam holding the broken remains together. “You can’t suck life out of the dead.. but if you refuse to wake up and face the fact that I’m still fucking here, and not some kind of sick hallucination or possessing demon, then so be it” The emotions triggered her, and it was uncontrollable and entirely haywire as the crisps of photographs of the two of them, got lit with fire and flames licked higher and smothered them into ashes.