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#michael myers #slasher

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#blacklivesmatter

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that‘s so fucking disgusting

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...back in 2005, people...let that sink in

#rest in peace LaVena 🙏 #blacklivesmatter

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#blacklivesmatter

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💗 god, i wish that were me 💗

#dita is literally all of us #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #friday the 13th movie #dita von teese #slasher #slasher community

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Brahms Heelshire: *exists*

Me:

#ik this has weird vibes #only when i’m not thirsting #brahms heelshire #the boy #the boy movie #the boy 2016 #the boy brahms #slasher #slasher community

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✨Stop lying. You are not that tall, Rob.✨

#not mine obviously #found it on google images lol #michael myers #rz michael myers #michael myers 2007 #halloween #rz halloween #rob zombie halloween #halloween 2007 #rob zombie #slasher

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i‘m just gonna leave this here

#blacklivesmatter

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I sadly haven‘t really seen anything about him on tumblr except for this post... You can donate to his family here though:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/208judxxio

(I’m not one hundred percent sure if this is legit, so please make sure it is if you consider donating.)

I know that most people probably rather donate to “bigger“ charities, but this is important nonetheless.

edit: For clarification, he unfortunately (and allegedly; I’ve seen one or two comments that said otherwise) was found dead. May he rest in peace...

https://twitter.com/rednosebulldozn

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Tyler Mane as Michael Myers behind the scenes of Rob Zombie’s Halloween (2007)

...because I love stabby men with long hair.

Also, can he please choke me?

#michael myers #rz michael myers #michael myers 2007 #halloween #halloween movie #rz halloween #rob zombie halloween #halloween 2007 #rob zombie #tyler mane #slasher #slasher community

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Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.

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https://www.change.org/p/federal-bureau-of-investigation-justice-for-george-floyd

This has probably been posted on tumblr before, but I can‘t find anything (???) so I’m posting it on here...basically you’re signing a petition for Derek Chauvin and Tou Thao, the men who murdered George Floyd, to get arrested. Apparently the first one of those two racists has been charged with third degree-murder and manslaughter, but signing this won’t hurt you.

YOU BETTER FUCKING DO IT

#george floyd #may he rest in peace #i’m not religious but i’m fucking praying right now

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Thomas, Bo, Jason reacting to hearing their baby laugh for the first time?

The Slashers hearing their baby laugh for the first time

pronouns: none

Thomas Hewitt

It was late in the afternoon when Thomas sat down on the porch, exhausted from a day of work. He knew you were in the kitchen, or maybe in the living room. He knew your plan for today had been to make apple jam with Luda Mae and, of course, taking care of your baby. A little longer than three months ago you had given birth to your sweet baby girl. She was a fairly quiet child and didn’t cause a lot of trouble. She was a happy kid too, something that made Thomas happy as well. He was scared for the child throughout your whole pregnancy. He was afraid the baby would be deformed like him, that the girl would have to face the same hatred he had to face growing up and even now, he was afraid she wouldn’t be healthy, he was afraid she wouldn’t be happy. But none of that seemed to be the case. She was a beautiful baby, Thomas insisted she looked just like you, she was healthy and she was happy. Most babies weren’t unhappy, but this one, his baby, seemed to be special, Thomas was sure about that. He had told you once and you had laughed, saying that he thought so because this was his child, saying that other fathers would probably say the same about their children, but he didn’t care. As he thought back to that day he decided he should look after you two. Walking inside he heard the TV in the living room, but when he walked past it he only spotted Monty and Hoyt. He didn’t hear anyone talking, except for Julian Winston, as he told Toni Simmons that he was the biggest bastard in the whole world, earning a dry laugh from his uncles. He didn’t like watching TV, although he found this particular Comedy somewhat entertaining. He didn’t stop to watch for a little longer though. He wanted to see you and he wanted to see his baby girl. He had only had a chance this morning when you three, or rather two, as your girl was the reason for this, had woken up. And since he hadn’t heard any talking he assumed mama wasn’t there, so he could spend some family time, involving only the three of you.

You sat on one of the old wooden chairs, the sweet girl placed in your lap, as you excitedly moved the spoon towards her, moving it up and down and making noises that most likely were supposed to imitate the ones of a plane. You were even more excited than the kid. Smiling widely you looked up at him. “Fresh apple jam,” you stated. “Mama and I made it, it’s good. She seems to like it too! Do you want to taste it?” He shook his head. He didn’t want to taste the apple jam; he’d rather watch his child taste the apple jam. You handed him the spoon. Irritated he looked at you, but you nodded towards the little girl. You wanted him to feed her. Now he was just as excited as you, as he took the spoon and moved it towards your daughter, imitating your motions from earlier. She looked at him and then at the spoon, her eyes fixated on its movements. And then it happened. At first it was just a small giggle, he had heard that before. But the longer she watched the spoon the louder her giggles became, until she was wholeheartedly laughing. His eyes were wide and there was a glimmer in them he himself would’ve been surprised about if he had seen it. He would’ve never thought he could find this kind of happiness and yet here he was. With you. And with his child. He joined in on the laughter and soon did you, enjoying the uncommon, but welcomed peace you had found.

Bo Sinclair

Bo hadn’t been as hyper as he had been for the last five months ever since he had been fifteen and thought he could actually find a new family and the system would not fail him. Well, the system had failed him and he did not get to have a family. Until five months ago. His relationship with you was difficult. Not because you were difficult, not because he didn’t actually want you or the relationship, but because he was difficult and loving Bo Sinclair was hard, he made sure it was. Nevertheless, you made it work. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t a bad relationship. And now you weren’t only a couple, you were parents. You were a family. It was something he had always wanted and yet he had hated the idea of it. Children, yikes. What if they would be as troublesome as he had been? But now his boy was here and he was a joy to be around. A sassy kid, happy and cheeky. His son filled him with pride and he had never felt more like a man than he did when he came home, seeing you in the living room or in the bedroom and sometimes in the kitchen, the child in your arms. He had never felt more like a man than when he came home to his family.

That was why he was so hyper, as hyper as usually only teenagers could be, when he slammed the door to your shared house open. He was full of excitement when he walked into the house. Of course he always tried his best to hide his happiness and tried to maintain serious and manly, but it didn’t always work. Today seemed to be one of those days, where he just couldn’t pretend he wasn’t completely, entirely filled with joy. You laid on the couch, the boy in your arms, playing with your hair. You were exhausted from how you had spent your day, but unfortunately your son wasn’t. He was still very energetic. Bo walked over to the couch and immediately picked up the boy, spinning him around excitedly, but carefully. “How’s my boy? Hm? How are ya lil’ man?” You didn’t need to look up to know Bo was smiling widely. “Looks like you wore mommy down, huh? Ya got that from me!” He poked the young boy’s side, making him giggle. He loved making his son happy. There would come a time when he would teach his son how to be a man. It was what he had been most excited about ever since he had known his child would be male. But for now his child was just a toddler and he knew that. He didn’t want to treat him like anything different; he wanted him to have an actual childhood, a happy childhood. He poked his side once more, then the other and then he started tickling him. The young boy was giggling and breathing heavily, as if something was building up inside of him, until he burst into laughter. Bo had never actually heard a baby laugh before. Children? Sure. Babies? Not so much. He knew he could make his kid giggle, but hearing him laugh almost made him tear up. He could make his son happy. He could make him laugh, he could make him have a happy childhood. That was all he wanted and it looked like he was doing a fairly good job.

Jason Voorhees

Jason never thought he would have children. Sex, of course, was the main problem when it came to that. And now here he was, sitting in the grass in front of the cabin, his son crawling towards him, as you pretended to “chase” him. More or less, he couldn’t walk yet. He was only four months old. Jason had to admit, he was beautiful. He would have never thought that his child could be so beautiful, but he was. He was sure he was because you were. He curiously watched the toddler crawling towards him, coming closer and closer…although it took quite a lot of time. Jason wasn’t impatient, so he observed him. He loved the little guy, he really did. He loved you, too. He loved how you loved him and he loved how you loved your son. It reminded him of his own mother, how she had loved him, cared for him and protected him. She was gone now. Sometimes he missed her, but he was a man now, he wasn’t a boy anymore. He didn’t need his mother’s protection and he didn’t need her commands anymore. He was the one who protected now; he protected his own family. And he could make his own decisions now. You had helped him learning that.

A soft smile made its way onto his lips as the boy finally arrived at his destination, his father’s lap, and you made a defeated sound, which was obviously fake, but it made the boy giggle. He carefully stroked his head. He then held it with one hand, leaning on the other. “Are you guys having a staring contest?” you asked jokingly. Jason was too focused on his son to give you an answer. Undoubtedly, he looked like you, but he did have his father’s eyes, that was for sure. The color and the shape, yes, those were his eyes. He gently patted the child’s head, while nodding, proud that he figured this little detail out. The young boy observed him and then joined in on the movement. It was a funny scene, both of them nodding in concentration as they stared at each other. It made you smile and then it made you laugh and then your laughter made your son smile and then your laughter made him laugh too. It was the first time he was laughing. Jason watched him almost all the time; he had an eye on him whenever he could. His eyes lit up just a little more and he almost started laughing too. He would’ve never thought having a family would make him so happy, but being here with his son and you, being surrounded by pure happiness, seeing and hearing it, he knew this was the only thing that could ever truly make him happy.

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt imagine #texas chainsaw massacre #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #house of wax #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagine #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #slasher community

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Reblog if you’re dead

Wanna see how many people are dead

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fixed the original image for you :)))))

#thomas hewitt #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #texas chainsaw massacre 2006 #slasher #slasher community