A Ghost Story (2017) dir. David Lowery
A guy finds these creepy guest-book entries , in a place he was renting at in Manzanita, Oregon. Since parts of the entries are hard to read, he posted the text with the images online. The entries read:
DAY 1 -[Morale] is high -We just arrived house is nice, warm, full of family. Food is good, and beds are nice, a bit rainy and windy but fun all the same. I think I’m [gonna] like it here :) -Devin
DAY 2 -That’s odd, there was no one on the beach today, it seems extra quiet. The construction workers didn’t show up today. We stayed inside today because the sky only cleared twice for us to go outside, the thanksgiving dinner was great, but now we’re almost out of food, haha my mom’s going shopping tomorrow at least. -Devin
DAY 3 This is getting really weird, on her way to the store there was no one around, the store was empty and seemed locked. Where is everyone? -Please contact
DAY 4 -Things are bad, Dad went scouting and never came back, now we’re down to 1 car and it’s out of gas. Food and [morale] is low, tv and radios are down as well as the internet, oh God, where is everyone? -Devin
DAY 5 -Electricity went out, we’re practically starving. Please, anyone. [Coyotes] have invaded town, and they’re aggressive. Nate went out the other day and didn’t come back, now we only go outside rarely and in pairs. I think this is driving me crazy, I’m not remembering things -Devin
DAY 6 -Oh God, we’re forgetting! everyone slowly, Ned forgot his name and mom forgot she was ever married, what’s happening to us?? Why am I writing these? Nevermind that, we need food badly! I would love to eat some… some… what do I want? I need to lie down. -Div…
DAY 7 -[Where], why? How? We’re dropping like flies. Oscar woke up this morning and didn’t know how to walk. Where’s mom? Where’s Nate? Where, where, where, where, oh God I’m losing it help PLEASE -D
DAY 8 -If [you’re] reading this, it’s too late for me, I barely remember why I am writing these. Send help, I beg you, it’s only me now… Everyone else is gone or lost it. I don’t remember why… Take care… -…
[Source]
Literally me @ the Reunion cinematic
Teach me how to walk so graceful like this , I could never
Pluto’s Gate
Located in Turkey, this site was discovered in 2013. A description of a similar temple exists in 6th century texts, and it is strongly believed to be the same temple. Known as Ploutonion, or Pluto’s Gate, this “gate to hell” emits thick and deadly vapors that kill birds and other animals unfortunate enough to get close. Bulls and other animals used to be sacrificed at this temple, though now it only claims the life of the occasional bird with bad luck.
rain in the mountains !
send me a number and a character/ship and i’ll write it!
“why do you always have to be such an asshole?
“if you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, i can think of a few ways to make you shut up.”
“is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a tuesday afternoon?
“i just don’t want to think for a while.”
“say it again.”
“don’t lie to me.”
“i’m sick of being treated like this.”
“i didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!”
“so this is it?”
“i don’t want to go to bed angry.”
“don’t touch me.”
“i’m pretty good at providing distractions.”
“i’m not saying i want a threesome- but i wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“just sit down and let me take care of you.”
“is that- blood?”
“i just want to help you relax.”
“does that feel good?”
“i don’t love you anymore.”
“i loved you. past tense.”
“stop lying!”
“jealousy isn’t cute on you.”
“don’t call me ‘princess,’ asshole.”
“i deserve better.”
“you deserve better.”
“you make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.”
“you left your underwear back at my place.”
“you just broke the last bit of trust i had in you.”
“i hope you’re happy.”
“does that line ever work?”
“you’re the best i’ve ever had.”
“is that all you’ve got?”
“hit me!”
“tell me this is a dream.”
“let’s keep this between the two of us.”
“is that my shirt?”
“why do you even care?”
“i’m sick of being ‘the other girl/guy.’”
“you love her/him.”
“can you take it?”
“i’m not going to break.”
“we’re not just friends. you know that.”
“friends don’t get each other off.”
“it’s over- and it’s for real this time.”
“i’m not that flexible!”
“you don’t scare me.”
“it’s okay, i’m here.”
“you’re not alone. you never were.”
“i’m in love with you but i don’t want you to hurt me.”
“it’s complicated.”
“you’re the only one.”
“Ad Victorium, and to infinity and beyond.” - Peter Jessop (Paladin Danse)
Pharamercy singin’
Some fluffy, some angsty prompts
As a hello
With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
A scream
Over a cup of tea
Over a beer bottle
On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
As a thank you
As an apology
When baking chocolate chip cookies
Not said to me
With a shuddering gasp
When we lay together on the fresh spring grass
In a letter
A whisper in the ear
Loud, so everyone can hear
Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
When the broken glass litters the floor
From very far away
With no space left between us
As we huddle together, the storm raging outside
Over your shoulder
Muffled, from the other side of the door
Through a song
Without really meaning it
In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep
Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave
A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips
When I am dead
Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey
Too quick, mumbled into your scarf
In awe, the first time you realised it
In a way I can’t return
On a post-it note
Before we jump
As a goodbye
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omfg the tears
When a friend sends this to you, you know youve done something right
This kitty is on some next level shit [x]
THEY KISSED!!!
holy shit
For your convenience, McCree saying “Kachow” (aka lightning mccree)
Based on this vine
I met Soldier76(Fred Tatasciore) and fulfilled the fandom’s (just my) thirst
Enjoying some quality time with bae until your baka little brother has to interrupt. We were having a moment, Genji. The wolves were howling for us.