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I’m not on this blog anymore.)

[TXT]: Yeah…. I was figuring as much [TXT]: dude I’m never busy  [TXT]: come talk to me [TXT]: I don’t like seeing you so down and stressed out bro :/

[TXT]: meet me outside...?

[TXT]: I’m just... yeah, I dunno man

                           He ate my heart

                                                        and then he ate my brain!

                           He ate my heart

                                                        and then he ate my brain!

                   You’re just a cannibal

                                                     and I’m afraid I won’t get out alive…

(noun) Pistanthrophobia is defined as the fear of trusting people. This fear is conceived from negative experiences an individual endured in former relationship(s). Trust is perceived as one of the most fragile connections and understandings humanity builds, which is why pistanthrophobia must be overcome to live a fulfilling life.  (via mxdiium)

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ’s ᴀʟʟ ᴀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴄᴇ

(so uh…. nah, I can’t decide on a face claim for my new oc so help please?????)

|| mrparanoid ||

“BRODINI!” Tyrone shouted, throwing his arm around his brother’s shoulders as he approached. Flashing Dipper a grin, he pointed in the direction of the door before arching a brow. 

“What do you say you an’ me go do somethin’ cool today? Huh?”

“Ack--” Dipper flinched, then huffed before glancing toward the door. Raising an eyebrow, he turned his head and studied his brother for a second before giving a small nod.

“Sure, why not? Anything in mind?”

hunter and the hunted || closed rp

“ Eat you? Well that’s one good option, thank you for the suggestion!. But no. I think I’ll keep you alive. For now. ” the hunter grinned playfully and stepped closer, lowering his gun to the ground and letting his back pack fall down as well. A dirty looking rope was tied to the side of the bag, and Bill took that off balancing it in his palms as he looked over his catch once more. “ I think you and me have a lot to talk about. I mean look how much has changed since we last met! So the question is, will you come willingly or will I have to drag you kicking and screaming? ” the demon rather enjoyed the effect he had on the boy, and he honestly wasn’t sure yet what he would do with him but… he could decide on that after he fished out all the information about their unfortunate circumstances from him.

His eyes drifted toward the rope in the hunter’s hands. His stomach dropped and Dipper immediately felt queasy. One thing was for sure; he was going with Bill, one way or another. He could do it the easy way... or the hard way.

His leg was injured, yes. That didn’t mean he wanted to give up without a fight. After all, this could be some kind of weird death sentence. And the brunet was not ready to die. He had so much to see, so much to learn! To be murdered by the demon’s hands would be the worst way to go.

“C-come closer, and you’ll regret it.” It was probably an empty threat. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do much, but god, would Dipper try. Dipper narrowed his eyes, body growing rigid. “I don’t wanna talk with you! What I want is for you to let me out of this thing--”