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I've Got You | Dewey Riley x m!reader

anonymous asked: I was wondering if I could request Dewey x m!reader? Like Dewey is trying to comfort the reader after his encounter with Ghostface?

I hope you're having an amazing day though.

summary: Dewey isn't there when you get hurt, but at least he does come running when he realises something is wrong.

tws: injury, broken bones, swearing, fighting

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When the phone rang, you didn't think much of it; you were on your own tonight, as Dewey was at home with his mother and sister and Sidney. That poor kid had been through enough without some masked killer stalking her, so you understood completely; she was like a second sister to your boyfriend, it was only natural that he wanted to be with her when she was going through so much.

You figured that he would end up calling when he had time, though, so you finished making your cup of coffee, paused the episode of 'The X-Files' that was on the television, and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello," the voice was unfamiliar, but you guessed it was just your boyfriend messing around. "Are you home alone?"

You chuckled, shrugging as you grabbed your coffee and hummed softly. "I dunno, am I?"

"A guy like you shouldn't be home alone," the voice purred. "What with a killer sulking around."

You rolled your eyes. "Dewey, c'mon. Don't joke about these things… although, that thing you're doing with your voice - are you sick?"

"I'm not sick," the voice replied, "and I'm not Dewey."

You furrowed your brows, frowning as you swallowed thickly. "Randy?"

"Try again."

Your face fell, your grip in the phone going lax as you came to the realisation that you were talking to him; you clenched your jaw, steeling your nerves as you growled down the phone.

"Listen here you wretched fuck, I don't know what your fucking game is, but I do know that I will fucking knock your teeth out if you come near me."

"You'll have to find me," taunting, playing with you like a cat with a mouse. "Or are you too scared?"

"I'm not scared of you," you hissed. "You're just a fucking cowardly prick who hides behind a mask."

"You sound scared… how about you walk around, and I'll tell you if you're getting warmer, or colder?"

You clenched your jaw, downing your coffee quickly and slamming the mug on the counter before you grabbed the hunting knife from the drawer; these days, you mostly used it to slash open parcels, but you were thankful that the blade was sharp enough to cut paper. You held it tightly in one hand, keeping the phone against your ear.

"Really?" You scoffed. "You're that cowardly that you can't even face me head on?"

"If you don't play, I'll get that deputy boyfriend of yours and slice him open," the voice threatened. "I'll cut him from the hip to mouth."

You growled under your breath, shaking your head. "Fine."

"Good boy."

You started to march through the house, pausing at the bedroom.

"Warmer."

You moved to the living room.

"Oh, you're on fire!"

He was tall, wearing a black and glittery robe and some kind of white plastic mask that reminded you of a painting, but when he came running for you holding that knife, you didn't think twice, and ducked; he fell over you, and while you had the chance, you put one foot on his wrist, pinning it to the floor so that he couldn't raise the knife at you. Heart thumping, you put your other foot on his chest, and hung up the phone, frantically dialling the station.

"Dewey!" You cried, but you couldn't even start to explain when the ghost grabbed your ankle, and pulled you down.

The phone slid across the room, but you were quick, and managed to get on top of the ghost, pinning him down with your knife at his throat; you hit him with the handle a few times, and when he stopped moving, you made a break for it, and ran towards the phone, able to hear Dewey begging for you to answer.

"Dewey! Come home!"

The ghost grabbed you by the ankle, smashing it into the doorframe and laughing when there was an audible crack of bones; he went for your back, but you managed to turn yourself over, and kicked him in the stomach. You were determined not to let that fucker get you as you raised your knife to protect your face from his blade.

You grabbed the metal ashtray from the coffee table, smacked it against the side of his head, and managed to drag yourself into the kitchen and against the cupboard; sitting on the floor, you listened carefully between ragged breaths. You went to touch your ankle, only to be met with a searing and sharp pain that made you clench your jaw and son quietly. That fucker broke it.

Baited breath, you waited for him to come at you again.

It must have been an hour, and he never came back; but when you heard the police sirens, you only tensed up even more. It wasn't until you heard Dewey's panicked calling that you actually relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief as he came skidding down onto his knees beside you.

"I'm so sorry," he whimpered, wiping the snot and sweat from your face as he checked you over. "I'm so, so sorry."

"That fucker broke my ankle," you growled.

"I'm gonna get you to a hospital," he said it like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything, helping you to stand and pulling your arm across his shoulders as he slung his free arm around your waist to keep you steady.

He took it slow, not wanting you to put any weight on your ankle, and eventually managed to get you into his car; even if his colleagues had told him that you needed to give a statement, he disobeyed for once. Statements could wait, he needed to get you to the hospital.

"I've got you," he kept saying, all the way to accident and emergency. "I've got you. I'm here. I'm with you."

He didn't leave your side for even a second, and when the doctors put your foot in a cast, he held your hand, and refused to budge; even when you were left alone for a moment, Dewey couldn't stop himself from leaning into your side, holding your hand tightly as he fought back the urge to apologise. He had left you, he had allowed you to get hurt - it was his fault that Ghostface had attacked you. It was all his fault. He didn't protect you well enough, he wasn't there.

"I don't wanna be alone tonight," you admitted, chewing at the inside of your lip.

Dewey nodded, swallowing thickly. "You can stay with me, Tatum, Mum and Sid."

You nodded back, sniffling as you laugh softly. "Pretty ballsy, wasn't I?"

He smiled weakly. "Yeah… pretty ballsy…"

"Just… do me a favour," you sighed. "Don't leave me alone. Even if I'm in the shower, just… just sit in the bathroom with me."

He had guessed that you would be shaken up, shocked, maybe even scared by the ordeal, so he nodded. "Anything. I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Dewey hummed. "I'm not gonna leave you. I've got you."

You knew that he was telling the truth, you knew that if Dewey told you he wasn't going to be away from you again that he wouldn't dare to sneak off; you trusted him, and you knew that your trust in him would never be doubted. He had a heart of gold, he loved you with everything that he had and everything that he could give; if he could find a way to protect you, no matter what it meant, you knew that he would do it.

He would always find a way to protect you.

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[hackettquarrys]

howl

lover of mine pt.3/? (part two here)

chris hackett

x counselor!oc

2.4k words

playlist

“Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers

Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language, i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

despite my best efforts, it seemed the majority were in favour of the bonfire. reluctantly, i watched as everyone split into groups, emma and jacob going to the general store to get snacks and beer, nick and abi going to collect firewood, and kaitlyn, dylan, ryan and i stayed behind at the firepit.

dylan was setting up a playlist on his phone, while ryan continued to pester kaitlyn about the ‘hag of hackett’s quarry”, much to her annoyance. everyone returned around the same time, nick and abi returning with some sticks for the fire, and emma and jacob with a wheelbarrow of goodies from the store, setting off some firecrackers as the arrived.

“woah- emma is that a gun?” kaitlyn asked the blonde, who indeed had a shotgun slung over her shoulder.

“it’s not a real gun- it’s just for bears and stuff.” jacob brushed of the brunette’s concern. he began to show off an ancient looking bag of snacks he had found, as kaitlyn confiscated the gun from emma.

“no way- peanut butter butter pops!” nick shouted, clearly a fan of the prize jacob had found. they began to fight over them.

“we’ll shoot for them,” jacob announced, challenging nick.

“you’re on!“ nick accepted, and kaitlyn insisted she referee, as not to leave the two of them alone with a gun, which to be fair was a valid idea. the three of them disappeared into the trees and the rest of us worked to get the fire going. i sighed quietly to myself- trying to figure out how i was gonna get everyone to stay inside tonight; i had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t going to be easy.

•

once the shooting contest was over and the three participants returned, the fire was large enough to provide a layer of warmth, helping alleviate the chill of the late august breeze.

“i’ve got an idea- let’s play truth or dare,” dylan suggested.

“guys come on, are we in 5th grade?” i asked.

“yeah.. i don’t know-“ abi agreed before she was interrupted.

“you two need to relax- unless you have some super deep secrets you don’t want us finding out,” jacob joked, but he didn’t realize just how true that was.

“yeah, come on. it’ll be fun,” nick suggested, and once again abi seemed to go along with what nick said, and i tried not to hold it against her; i knew how much she liked him and things seemed to be going well with them.

“come on jaiden, you’ve got nothing to hide, i know everything about you,” dylan joked, which he wasn’t wrong. he knew almost everything about me- except for that one tiny little fact that i was sleeping with the camp owner.

“this is stupid, you guys,” ryan concluded. “if mr.hackett said-“

“dude, don’t be lame. turn off the whole ‘dark brooding loner’ act for one night and act that a normal teenager,” jacob, his tone joking enough that i don’t think ryan was too offended by what he said. “and who cares what mr.h said, one bonfire is not gonna kill anyone.”

“alright whatever.” ryan surrendered, leaving me fighting the battle alone. i absentmindedly fiddled with the key chris had given me, twirling the bronze metal between my fingers.

“okay… we can play for a bit but we have to go inside before it gets too dark, okay?” i pleaded.

“okay, party pooper,” dylan teased gently. “we’ll go inside in a little while.” i nodded, but still felt like i was letting chris down. the sun was setting and soon it would be replaced with the moon, and i couldn’t help but worry about chris. he said it was just family stuff, but i had never seen him act so freaked out in the years that i’ve known him.

i just hope he’s okay i thought.

•

the game of truth or dare started off pretty tame, with everyone asking the basic questions like 'when did you have your first kiss' and stuff like that, and some pretty normal dares too; nothing too crazy yet, besides jacob shotgunning a beer and almost spilling it all over nick. i could tell emma was getting bored, and she suggested a new rule to make the game more exciting in her mind.

“okay guys, how about- from now on you can’t pick the same thing that the person before you picked.” she explained. “so if someone picks dare, whoever’s next has to pick truth.”

“that’s not fair, then you can just target people to make them pick either truth or dare,” jacob said.

“so what- are you chicken? or do you have something to hide?” kaitlyn teased. jacob stayed quiet and the same continued; new rules in place. it was kaitlyns turn to ask someone, and since she had picked truth, that meant whoever she chose was getting a dare. her eyes landed on emma, and the mischievous look in her eye gave me a bad feeling.

“emma- truth or dare,” she smirked. “for formalities sake i have to ask.”

“dare,” emma smiled.

“i dare you- to kiss either jacob or nick.” my heart dropped, having little hope that she would pick jacob and not the guy her best friend was head over heels for. to my disappointment, i was correct, and we all watched as emma started walking towards nick; i couldn’t even describe the look on abi’s face.

“woah- hang on. don’t i get a say in this?” nick asked, raising his hands in front of him. emma rolled her eyes.

“it’s just a game, nick; relax.” nick lowered his hands, and emma pushed her way into his lap, before pressing her lips to his. it went on for what felt like forever, emma clearly wanting to make a show of things to jacob, as she swapped spit with one of his best friends. finally they separated and emma stood up, turning to abi.

“he’s good,” she smirked. abi looked like she was trying not to cry- i wouldn’t have blamed her if she did honestly- before she stood and ran off into the woods. jacob also got up and stormed off, towards the dock off the lodge.

“abi! wait!” i called after her but she ignored me. “what the hell was that?” i demanded, staring daggers at emma.

“what?” she laughed. “it’s just a game, jaiden.”

“when did you become such a bitch?”

“it’s not my turn for a truth, jaiden,” emma shot back, not fazed by my comment at all.

“god i’m such an idiot,” nick muttered. “i fucked up bad.” he stood up, running after abi and calling out to her.

“should we… go after them?” dylan asked hesitantly.

“i think they probably need to talk about this alone,” ryan suggested. dylan nodded, and we sat in silence for a minute before emma spoke.

“who wants to go next?”

“you really want to keep playing after that?” i asked in disbelief.

“relax, maybe this is the push they needed to actually get together,” kaitlyn suggested. “emma, it’s your turn to ask someone a truth.”

“hmmm- jaiden; have you ever had a crush on dylan?”

“emma you asked me this earlier- no.” i answered. it was the truth. there was never anything romantic between the two of us and there never would be.

“i think you’re lying. i feel like you two definitely hooked up.” kaitlyn confessed.

“no way.”

“ew gross-“ dylan and i spoke at the same time. “no offence.” we said in unison.

“ok stop talking at the same time. i believe you,” emma laughed. “you have to dare someone now.” i thought for a minute, before admitting defeat.

“i don’t have any good ones-“

“i’ve got one-“ emma interrupted. “ryan- i dare you to kiss either kaitlyn or dylan.” i looked at dylan, a worried look on my face, but he surprisingly looked rather aloof. i knew that he secretly had a crush on ryan, but we all knew kaitlyn did too, since she didn’t care to hide it. ryan stood up, looking from kaitlyn to dylan, before making his choice.

he walked up to dylan, and gently pressed his lips to his. i think dylan was surprised, because i saw his shoulders tense, and his eyes widened before fluttering closed. it was nowhere near as explicit and emma’s attack on nick, ryan pulling away after a few seconds, but it was cute. i felt bad for kaitlyn, but she wasn’t really the type to get upset over that kind of thing, and she seemed to just brush it off. a blush remained on dylan’s face as ryan walked back to his seat, but i’m sure if you weren’t sitting directly next to him like i was you wouldn’t have been able to tell, since it was now almost dark out. dylan cleared his throat lightly, and i gently elbowed him in the ribs, sending him a smile, which he returned.

“uh.. who hasn’t had a turn yet?” ryan asked, breaking the silence.

“me!” kaitlyn raised her hand, seeming a little annoyed; whether it was at ryan choosing dylan over her or that fact that she hadn’t been picked yet i wasn’t sure.

i zoned out, not really listening to the game anymore, my mind had wandered back to chris. i hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at me, since i failed to get everyone to stay inside. i also wondered how nick and abi were doing. kaitlyn dared emma to post a stupid photo and leave it up for 24 hours once we got cell service again, and emma’s gaze landed on me once again.

“jaiden- your turn.”

“dylan hasn’t had a turn in a while-“

“well then you can pick him next. truth or dare?”

“you know that i have to pick truth,” i sighed, taking a sip of my beer.

“alright. how long have you been sleeping with mr.hackett?” i nearly spat out my drink.

“woah- what?” kaitlyn asked, her mouth hanging open with shock.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about-“

“oh please, i heard you guys talking in his office earlier- and don’t think i didn’t notice you sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night. i honestly thought you and dylan were sneaking around, but i think i finally figured it out.”

“whatever you think is going on you’re wrong-“

“am i? look me in the eyes and tell me you haven’t been sneaking around with him all summer.”

“i-,” my eyes fell to the ground. shit i thought.

“wait- jaiden you’re not serious-“ kaitlyn asked. i continued to stare at the ground by my feet, unsure of what to do. “he’s like.. old!”

“not cool, emma,” dylan said, shaking his head.

“yeah.” ryan agreed. she scoffed, standing up from where she was sitting.

“whatever, i’m just a bitch anyway, right jaiden?” she asked. i looked up at her. i took a deep breath, refusing to let her get to me. as much as i was panicking about the fact that chris and i had been caught, i wasn’t about to let a teenaged mean-girl bully me.

“you know what emma? i want you to remember this night, as the night that you threw away the only chance at having real friends that you ever had. because maybe you’ve got lots of followers who care what you have to say- but i don’t think that really matters when you just screwed over your best friend just to hurt the only guy who’s ever actually cared about you.” i heard kaitlyn make a noise of disbelief from where she was sitting. emma actually looked a little hurt, before she stormed off towards the lodge.

“damn, jaiden. remind me never to piss you off,” ryan laughed. dylan put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a comforting side hug. my heart raced as i realized i would have to tell chris that the others knew about us, and i wondered how he would react. this could be bad i thought. what if it ruins the reputation of the camp- if people find out the owner was sleeping with one of the counsellors?

“is it true?” dylan asked softly. i looked at him, tears starting to grow in the corners of my eyes. “i guess i don’t know everything about you after all,” he laughed, and i could tell he was teasing me, trying to cheer me up.

“well, now you-“ i laughed, before i was cut off by the sound of a scream from the woods behind us.

“that sounded like abi,” dylan spoke. kaitlyn picked up the gun that was leaning against the log bench next to her, pointing it towards the trees where the noise had come from. there was a rustling in the woods nearby, and kaitlyn aimed the gun at them.

“should i shoot?” she asked.

“wait, what if it’s nick or abi?” ryan suggested.

“nick… abi?” i called our hesitantly. “jacob?” i asked, thinking maybe emma told him to get lost and he came back. abi ran out of the trees, and i noticed blood on her hands.

“abi, are you bleeding?” i asked, and she shook her head frantically.

“no no- there’s something out there and .. nick- it attacked him- he needs help.”

“okay okay- we’ll get him abi, don’t worry. dylan, ryan, you two go back to the lodge and lock all the doors. kaitlyn, come with me. abi, can you show us where nick is?“

“but-“ dylan started to protest.

“no- no buts. i told all of you that we had to stay inside and now look what happened. i hope your game of truth or dare was worth it. now go.” i ordered, looking at everyone, as it wasn’t really dylan’s fault. he nodded before turning and walking towards the lodge, ryan following right behind him. abi led the way through the forest, kaitlyn close next to her with the gun at the ready in case whatever attacked nick was still out here. jacob and i walked close behind them, until we came across nick, who had a nasty wound in his shoulder, his shirt soaked with blood.

“did you see what attacked him?” i asked, untying the flannel shirt from around my waist and using it to try to stop the bleeding. he groaned as i applied pressure to it.

“n..no it was too fast,” abi stuttered.

“it’s okay, let’s just get him inside. abi, can you help me?” i asked, gently helping nick up from one side as abi nodded and helped him on the other side.

we should’ve just stayed in the lodge.

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Bone Tomahawk will be released on Steelbook Blu-ray + DVD on October 24 via RLJE Films. This edition of the 2015 horror-western was previously only available as a Walmart exclusive.

S. Craig Zahler (Brawl in Cell Block 99) writes and directs. Kurt Russell stars with Patrick Wilson, Matthew Fox, Lili Simmons, Richard Jenkins, Evan Jonigkeit, Kathryn Morris, Sid Haig, David Arquette, and Fred Melamed.

Existing special features are included. They're listed below, where you can also see more of the Steelbook artwork.

Special features:

Making-of featurette

Fantastic Fest Q&A

Deleted scene

Poster gallery

When a group of cannibal savages kidnaps settlers from the small town of Bright Hope, an unlikely team of gunslingers, led by Sheriff Franklin Hunt (Kurt Russell), sets out to bring them home. But their enemy is more ruthless than anyone could have imagined, putting their mission – and survival itself – in serious jeopardy.

Pre-order Bone Tomahawk.

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Review: Eight Legged Freaks (2002)

Eight Legged Freaks (2002)

Rated PG-13 for sci-fi violence, brief sexuality and language

<Originally posted at https://kevinsreviewcatalogue.blogspot.com/2024/03/review-eight-legged-freaks-2002.html>

Score: 3 out of 5

Eight Legged Freaks is a self-conscious throwback to '50s monster movies that does the job it sets out to do perhaps a little too well. It's the kind of movie you'd imagine American International Pictures themselves (the Blumhouse of the '50s and '60s) would've made back then if they had a big budget and modern CGI technology to spare, a film that gets right up in your face with all manner of icky arachnid goodness that it takes every opportunity it can to throw at the screen, and even though the effects may be dated now, it still works in the context of the lighthearted B-movie that this movie is trying to be. It's a movie where, as gross as it often is, going for an R rating probably would've hurt the campy tone it was going for. Its throwback to old monster movie tropes is a warts-and-all one, admittedly, especially where its paper-thin characters are concerned, such that it starts to wear out its welcome by the end and could've stood to be a bit shorter. That said, it's never not a fun movie, especially if you're not normally into horror, and it's the kind of film that I can easily throw on in the background to improve my mood.

Set in the struggling mining town of Perfection, Arizona, the film opens with an accident involving a truck carrying toxic waste accidentally dumping a barrel of the stuff into a pond that happens to be located right next to the home of a man named Joshua who runs an exotic spider farm. He starts feeding his spiders insects that he sourced from the pond, and before long the spiders start growing to enormous size, eating Joshua and eventually threatening the town, forcing its residents to start banding together for survival. I could go into more detail on the characters, but most of them fall into stock, one-note archetypes and exist mainly to supply the jokes and the yucks, elevated chiefly by the film's surprisingly solid cast. David Arquette's oddly disaffected performance as Chris, the drifter whose father owned the now-shuttered mines and returns to town in order to reopen them, manages to work with the tone the movie is going for, feeling like he doesn't wanna be in this town to begin with and wondering what the hell he got himself into by returning to the dump he grew up in. Kari Wuhrer makes for a compelling action hero as Sam, the hot sheriff who instructs her teenage daughter Ashley (played by a young Scarlett Johansson) how to deal with pervy boys and looks like a badass slaughtering giant spiders throughout the film. Doug E. Doug got some of the funniest moments in the movie as Harlan, a conspiracy radio host who believes that aliens are invading the town. Every one of the actors here knew that they were in a comedy first and a horror movie second, and so they played it broad and had fun with the roles. There are various subplots concerning things like the town's corrupt mayor and his financial schemes, the mayor's douchebag son Bret, and Sam's nerdy son Mike whose interest in spiders winds up saving the day, and they all go in exactly the directions you think, none of them really having much impact on the story but all of them doing their part to make me laugh.

The movie was perhaps a bit too long for its own good, especially in the third act. Normally, this is the part where a movie like this is supposed to "get good" as we have giant monsters running around terrorizing the town, and to the film's credit, the effects still hold up in their own weird way. You can easily tell what's CGI at a glance, but in a movie where the spiders are played as much for a laugh as anything else, especially with the chattering sound they constantly make that makes it sound like they're constantly giggling, it only added to the "live-action cartoon" feel of the movie. The problem is, there are only so many ways you can show people getting merked by giant spiders before they all start to blend together, and the third act is thoroughly devoted to throwing non-stop monster mayhem at the screen even after it started to run out of ideas on that front. There are admittedly a lot of cool spider scenes in this movie, from giant leaping spiders snatching young punks off of dirt bikes to people getting spun up in webs to a tarantula the size of a truck flipping a trailer to a hilarious, Looney Tunes-style fight between a spider and a cat, and the humans themselves also get some good licks in, but towards the end, the film seemed to settle into a routine of just spiders jumping onto people. It was here where the threadbare characters really started to hurt the film. If I had more investment in the people getting killed and fighting to survive, I might have cared more, but eventually, I was just watching a special effects showcase. The poster prominently advertises that this movie is from Dean Devlin, one of the producers and writers of Independence Day and the 1998 American Godzilla adaptation, and while he otherwise had no creative involvement, I did feel that influence in a way that the marketing team probably didn't intend.

The Bottom Line

Eight Legged Freaks is a great movie with which to introduce somebody young or squeamish to horror, especially monster movies. It's shallow and doesn't have much to offer beyond a good cast, a great sense of humor, and a whole lot of CGI spider mayhem without a lot of graphic violence. Overall, it's a fun throwback to old-school monster movies.

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[reefer-reelz-n-reviews]

Scream 2 (1997)

Smoking: Splatter

I think I will go up to Scream 3. I need to do some kind of Christmas Movies in December right? Lol

After all this stuff that happened with poor Will Smith, I’m honestly happy to see Jada Pinkett Smith with her death scene at the beginning of this movie. I guess there is a theme with more famous people in the beginning of these movies. I never really thought of it this way.

Love how you know this is the beginning of caller ID 😝

I completely forgot Sarah Michelle Gellar is in this movie. Love me some Buffy!!!! And how Ironic that Matthew Lillard was in the first one, and she is in the second one and they are both in Scooby Doo.

Liev Schreiber, I think he’s a great actor. I really liked him in Salt. He’s good at being bad/creepy.

OMG Portia de Rossi. She is soooo young in this! She’s being her normal semi-bitchy self. Wonder if she had met Ellen yet by this time.

Snack time. Left over cheese fries and spicy cheese curds 🤤

2 for 2! Neve Campbell hits Courtney Cox. Not surprising. She deserves it in both movies.

I love Elise Neal’s definition of FINE. Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. I total agree with that. Any time someone says their fine I imagine Ross from Friends in the episode where he gets drunk on margaritas 🤣

How ironic. SMG has a sorority sister named Dawn just like in Buffy, though that ends up being her real sister, now a sorority sister. But I digress.

Yes, run up the stairs to get away from the killer 🙄 and I just realized in the Scary Movie why Anna Faris throws things down the stairs at the killer, including her grandma 😂 I also think I understand the whole “Strong hand” thing because of David Arquette.

Honestly if I was NC I don’t think I would date anyone after what I went through. At least not for a very long time. Granted Jerry O’Connell is cute and everything. But you know he’s gotta be psycho right?

And I mean Timothy Olyphant always gives me the creeps. No matter what movie he is in.

🤣 NC completely called Tori Spelling playing her in the movie, it was mentioned in the first one and here she is giving an interview about being in “Stab”. And how funny that David Schwimmer was brought up when CC and DA were both in friends and here, he is mentioned in it lol.

😂 now Jennifer Aniston was brought up. Let’s see if Lisa Kudrow, or either of the Matthews are mentioned next.

Poor Jamie Kennedy. You just had to go and piss off the killer. Now he definitely won’t make it into any of the other movies 😂

How old school that Instant Message looks 🤣

Now we have CC and DA trying to hide from the killer. And not doing a very good job. And sucks that even though they didn’t actually have sex DA gets stabbed yet again. And this time CC gets to watch it.

Of course, the cops that are supposed to keep NC safe make jokes about killing them as far as keeping the location secret and then they die. Like that should be part of the rules with JK. Just saying.

How gross is it to see someone with a pole through their head 🤢

Yes, move ever so slowly when trying to get away from the killer. Typical horror movie.

And surprise surprise, Billy’s mother is part of the dual killers. She leaves her son behind and then all of the sudden she acts like she cares about him after he’s dead, and says this is all out of revenge. Maybe you should have taken your son with you and none of this would have even happened to begin with.

We have the end of the movie. Hope you enjoyed this entry 😊

Toke on! 😶‍🌫️

-RRR

#jada pinkett smith #sarah michelle gellar #liev schreiber #portia de rossi #timothy olyphant #jerry o'connell #neve campbell #courtney cox #elise neal #david arquette

[allegrasloman]

Medium - TV - 2005-2011

My admiration for "Medium" continues to grow.

It is the best depiction of normie white family life I've ever seen on TV.

The lead characters have human bodies. Nobody's a stud muffin with the possible exception of David Cubitt as Scanlon. And what dialog do they give him? His gf in the show is wild with aggravation because she hasn't lost her baby fat postpartum and he says two things: "You look fantastic and you have to eat something" which are VERY MUCH THE TWO THINGS YOU NEED TO SAY on a regular basis to a breastfeeding woman. When she appeared in the scene (actor Tina DiJoseph) I screeched at my brother "OMG A GENUINE POST PREGNANCY BODY I'M DYING HERE".... I'm so fucking tired, my dear ones, of women on the screen popping out twins and looking like they're in Iron Man training the next day.

There's A TRANS KID HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT for the entirety of the show. The actor who plays Bridgette transitioned after the show ended. I mean, if you want trans representation it's right there. Look at the clothing choices, I giggle every time. Someone knew something and said nothing, but it's all there to see.

The scripts are intelligent, witty and humane.

Patricia Arquette has a wheelhouse and she stays in it. She's not the world's finest actor but her portrayal of someone with a sharp legal mind, mom-energy and middle class white cluelessness is perfect for her and the show.

The show busted ass to get representation for Latinx people behind the screen... directing, writing, etc.

It's truly imaginative in how it manipulates the base DNA of the show to come up with inventive and novel takes on the premise.

Jake Weber is an absolute fucking treasure in this show. He IS DAD. He is BEST DAD. I have been stating for almost 40 years that continuous depictions of clueless dads are TERRIBLE for our culture so when you run across one who has brains, sex appeal, compassion and the ability to not lose his cheese when one of his kids throws up on him it's like winning a lottery.

#TV families #Medium - TV

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The Metrograph Interview

MICHAEL M. BILANDIC: I was just telling our friend Gabe that you were the first person to speak to my class at NYU, two weeks after 9/11.

OLIVER STONE: I really spoke to your class two weeks after?

MB: Yeah. Maybe not exactly two weeks, but shortly after. I moved to New York for film school in August, 2001. Then, all of a sudden, this historic event happens. Everything gets cancelled. It’s total chaos. And when they finally bring classes back, they tell us our first visiting lecturer is Oliver Stone. You showed up, you’d come straight from Ground Zero.

OS: Was it a small class?

MB: It was pretty small. Everyone was arguing about geopolitics, Afghanistan, commando units, Bin Laden. And the late underground filmmaker Nick Zedd stormed in and made some unclear accusation about Natural Born Killers (1994) ripping off War is Menstrual Envy (1992). I have no idea what his angle was, but the whole experience was a memorable introduction to film school. Are you still involved with NYU?

OS: I gave a screenwriting scholarship to NYU. Every year people get a certain amount of money if they win the prize as a screenplay writer. I was trying to develop the screenplay aspect of NYU because when I was there, no one took a screenwriting class, except me, maybe five other people. They never had screenwriting as an understanding. Cameras, yeah, but they were not into screenwriting. Anyway.

MB: Education, and particularly the teaching of history, has been a major theme throughout your career. I especially love The Untold History of the United States. In the intro, you describe the disappointment you felt reading your kids’ history textbooks as a catalyst for embarking on your own American history survey. Simultaneously, I’ve been dying to ask you about Dream School (2013-2014), the reality show you were on, where celebrities like you, David Arquette, 50 Cent, and Suze Orman teach a group of high school dropouts in a highly experimental classroom environment. You’re trying to explain the nuances of World War II and Vietnam to these disaffected zoomers. I’m curious about your thoughts on teaching history. Also, what was it like being on a reality show, when it’s a genre you’re so critical of?

OS: I did that years ago! Is it still on the air?

MB: It’s floating around.

OS: It was very strange. That was not satisfactory. I tried.

For Untold History, I came under the influence of my friend, Peter Kusnick, who is a teacher of American history for 30, 40 years now at American University. He’s a very bright man, and a liberal—a real liberal, not a phoney liberal. He’s not a Hillary Clinton liberal, he’s—he studied history. Unfortunately, America has not studied its role in World War II. [In the show] we made the point about the dropping of the atomic bomb on Japan; it’s crucial to understand why we did that, and how that happened. And we’ve been lying about it for 60, 70 years, just lying about it… This history is crucial. And as you can see, I stopped making movies at a point, and Untold History took three, four years to make. It was just a mess, trying to put it into a film version. I’m very proud of that, I’m glad you pointed it out. It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever done, trying to tell the true history of the United States from 1898 to now.

MB: It’s so ambitious. I can’t even imagine the process of putting it together.

OS: The 12 parts take us from 1898, up to Obama [being re-elected] in 2012. People always say, “Why don’t you do Trump?” Well, you know, it’s not that simple to go back in. It takes money and time. But I do think it’s clear we’re on the wrong path. It just didn’t have to be this way, you understand? We have a strain of aggressiveness in this country. I don’t know that we can overcome ourselves, control ourselves.

MB: Metrograph is about to screen Natural Born Killers. I love movies like this where there’s a sense of chaos in front of the camera and behind the camera, and you can just feel it, you know? The prison break scene is a perfect example. It’s explosive. You’re watching it and you’re enjoying it, but also trying to imagine the reality of Tom Sizemore, Robert Downey, Jr., Woody Harrelson, and all these actual inmates playing it out in the moment. What draws you to creating these chaotic scenarios? And how do you feel when you’re in them? Do you feel blissed out and calm, or is it a frenzied adrenaline rush?

OS: I love chaos, and I love energy, chaotic energy. And when you can control it to some degree, it makes for a powerful picture. It’s in The Doors, too, if you see it. It’s in the war scenes, and in several movies, Platoon (1986) and Born on the Fourth of July. The chaos, the madness of the situation—rock ’n’ roll breeds that, mob scenes breed that, public frenzies, like the January 6 insurrection. We saw it in Born on the Fourth of July where they’re having civilian protests against the Vietnam War. I love that stuff. And I love to get an entire movie set up to this level of madness where you sense the crowd, and the extras sense it, “Wow, it’s really happening.” So many of those people who did The Doors in ’91 said to me, “Wow, this is my first time experiencing the ’60s.” [Laughs.] I can’t say it was the ’60s but certainly it felt like it was a Jim Morrison concert, right?

Now, I saw a movie a few days ago, Babylon (2022) which, it’s ridiculous because [Damien Chazelle] lost touch with reality. I’ve read a lot about the 1920s, they didn’t have orgies like that. I mean, orgies existed, orgies happened for a reason, Cecil B. DeMille did the best orgies we know, in The Ten Commandments (1956), but Damien Chazelle—I liked the movie, it had many good things in it, but that opening was overdone. It was [hands gesture dramatically outward] everybody’s fucking everybody, it doesn’t work like that. A reason has to be established. You shouldn’t lead with the chaos. The chaos should come later, is what I think.

MB: On the topic of orgies, there’s a great movie someone’s going to have to make, and I would love for it to be you—about the FTX drama. These polyamorous nerds in the Bahamas, wreaking havoc on the crypto market, everyone theoretically scamming each other, and with so many political implications. Wall Street and Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps (2010) reflected their moments so perfectly. I don’t know how much you’ve been up on this scandal; is it a story you would be interested in pursuing?

OS: I mean, I’ve done two Wall Street movies, and I don’t see myself going back into that. And it takes a lot of energy to make a movie, you can’t do it lightly. Also, you can’t chase the news. Never chase the news, it’s ridiculous. I came very close because of Snowden (2016), because of 9/11 with World Trade Centre (2006), and my George Bush movie [W, 2008]. I mean, I never gave up on following the news, but I don’t want to follow it too closely.

MB: I’d like to go back to the idea of prison breaks for a moment. I’m interested in the part of your autobiography where you describe living in the East Village in the late ’60s on 9th Street between Avenue B and C, in an apartment painted entirely red. At the time, you were writing a script called Break, the title being inspired by The Doors’ “Break On Through (To the Other Side).” Supposedly it has a crazy prison break in it, which is something you would explore in later work, like Midnight Express, and Natural Born Killers.

OS: Have you ever read it? Did you see the script?

MB: I haven’t.

OS: Oh, man. It’s a script. It’s insane! It’s my first script I ever wrote. At the end—I wrote two, three versions, and the last one, I think, was the most surreal. He goes to Vietnam [as a soldier]; he dies in Vietnam—he gets killed, by American soldiers. He goes to the underworld, the Egyptian underworld. And he’s judged the old way by the Egyptian gods, very tough. He ends up, I forget how exactly, but in a prison in California, facing smuggling charges—which I did. And from there comes “the break.” There’s no hope in going through society’s methods; there’s no hope listening to conventional thought, because in conventional thought all the bad guys were in Vietnam as soldiers, you see? So he ends up in the American prison. And he breaks out of the American system, all of them break out, and that’s sort of his liberation. So I suppose I’m a rebel at heart. I’ve lived that role, to some degree as a moviemaker. And it’s been tough, because, you know, at times, they’ve given me praise, but at times they really hate me because I am trying to say things as they are.

MB: You certainly took a lot of heat for the tone of Natural Born Killers. It was really interesting re-watching it and thinking about the challenges of satire. Entertainment and politics, these days, seem to have morphed into one. We had Trump doing a borderline Andrew Dice Clay impersonation, and even Zelensky’s a former late-night comedian. Natural Born Killers, and W, really succeed in finding humor in all the madness, but it feels like such a challenge to approach serious issues from a satirical angle today when everything’s blurred into entertainment or “content.”

OS: Well, first of all, it may seem that way to you, but it’s always been that way. We had Ronald Reagan in 1980, who was an actor, and people were saying the same thing you’re saying now: if an actor can get elected—and a B-actor, according to many people—then what’s the meaning of politics? So they always say that. Trump is an aberration—but no more so than Reagan was. They made much too much of a frenzy out of Trump; they blew up everything he did into this massive disaster for the country. It’s all hype. I agree Trump had many failings, but we feasted on it. And as a result, we don’t think. This is, again, the control of the media—they tell you what to think, and they tell you how to think. Well, if you really think this through, Trump is a minor inconvenience compared to what Bush Jr. did to this country. What he did in 2000, by setting up the War on Terror, starting a war across the globe with some 70 fucking countries, to create this concept, the United States is going to be the dominant country in the world, and “you’re either with us or against us.” That is a stupid fucking policy, completely self-destructive. We’ve spent more and more money chasing more and more bullshit, starting little brushfire wars everywhere we can, sending troops everywhere. It’s been a nightmare. It all goes back to Bush and his group. To ignore that is to miss the whole point of what’s going on in the 21st century, to me; to concentrate on Trump is ridiculous.

Going back to Natural Born Killers, at the time I said it’s a satire because it’s not realistic. In the sense that, if you look at the violence—I was criticized repeatedly for the violence—the violence is ridiculous, it’s absurd, it’s comic violence. In Born on the Fourth of July I showed what one bullet can do to a spine; it can destroy a spine and destroy a man’s life. So I’ve been very realistic in my violence, in Platoon, and Salvador (1986). But in this one case, I exaggerated everything in the movie to make the point that our society was completely fucked. At the time it was the O.J. Simpson trial, and I was disgusted with it. There had been a series of things that happened in the ’90s that had been sensationalized in the media—murders, a woman cutting off a man’s dick was all over the headlines—it was National Enquirer stuff that was being put on the front pages. I noted that; I read this draft by Tarantino; I bought it—I bought it from the producers, not from him. And I changed a lot of it because it was shallow—to my mind, it was shallow and I wanted to go deeper. But I thought it was a very good surface story. The film was controversial from the beginning because Tarantino was always objecting to anybody who changed a word of his script—you know, his bullshit, he is the greatest of all time, and no one can touch what he does. But we changed it because he’d sold it, he didn’t own it. So anyway, we made the movie. And it was misunderstood from the beginning, misunderstood completely—partly that’s because of PR, partly because Tarantino was attacking the movie. But if you look at the movie—now is a good time to look at it—you’ll see a lot of what we were talking about has certainly come true in our media.

MB: It’s undeniable.

OS: The American media has glorified violence all my life. To begin with—before Natural Born Killers—on television, the emphasis, the ratings, were on violence for the most part. Shows, Westerns, where people bang, bang, you’re dead. That was the most popular form of communication in America, killing somebody. It got out of hand in the ’90s. And it’s gotten worse, and worse, and worse… The American media is the most dominant, pervasive, controlling nanny state I’ve ever seen. I can’t stand it. As you know, I’ve been fighting the media for most of my life.

MB: At the time you were also critiquing a culture of gossip and a culture of surveillance. And this is before social media?! Then that arrives and everything you’re arguing just gets exploded; every little thing becomes sensationalized, and whatever goes viral is always anger inducing. You’re on Instagram and Twitter, what’s your relationship with social media been like?

OS: I follow it to a degree, I’m not a hound. It tires me. I’m older, man, I just, I can’t follow all the bullshit. I thought it was interesting when Musk took it over, because he did purge the—the whole thing on Twitter is its government, the government got involved in media. They’ve been heavily involved with Facebook, telling them who the enemy is, what to think, how to think, and telling the same thing now to the Twitter people. Everyone’s cowed by the government, because it’s hard to say no to the big boss. We’re basically a form of social dictatorship, maybe, in the sense that you’re shamed if you don’t go along with the group. Sure, they attack some big targets, but they also scare off the smaller people who like to think for themselves.

MB: Have you been following the Twitter Files stuff? It ties in, I feel, to a lot of themes you’ve explored in your work.

OS: The investigative journalist Matt Taibbi, he’s done a lot of good work. And people like Glenn Greenwald. Many of them have pointed out that the Twitter Files has been government propaganda in this war in Ukraine. And it has. It’s taken all the information that comes to the people who want to make Twitter a freeway for democracy; you can put out information about what the Ukrainians are doing, what the Russians are doing, but anything negative about the Ukrainians is removed by censorship. And you cannot say anything positive about the Russian position, or what even the Russian position is. So we’re telling the people, “This is what you have to think about Ukraine.” This is very dangerous, because we’re not telling the truth to our people. You’re not able to hear it. And this is disgusting. This is not what Twitter was made for. So I go back to my first point that this whole country has been locked up in a kind of social dictatorship. It’s like, you cannot think certain things.

MB: It’s interesting thinking about all of this in the context of the lockdown.

OS: Everybody’s got to have the same attitude about Covid—which is nonsense.

MB: I kept thinking about Talk Radio (1988), with Eric Bogosian playing the controversial radio personality, another of your films which feels relevant to current times. With podcasts, we’re almost back to AM talk radio, or a ham-radio type thing, where people are listening to wild stuff and developing these para-social relationships. It’s funny, I also just watched a documentary about Rockets Redglare; I had totally forgotten he was the killer in Talk Radio, and the guy on the phone.

OS: You saw a documentary about him where?

MB: It took a lot of work to find it, but I can send it to you. It’s from 2003, Rockets Redglare!

OS: It’s funny, I didn’t know about that. But Bogosian, he was very talented. A very good actor. The picture was unfortunately released at the wrong time, at Christmas. It didn’t belong at Christmas. It’s gone the way… but many people like you remember it so hopefully it’ll have some new life.

MB: I have to bring this up. The deleted scene in Natural Born Killers with the bodybuilding brothers is really one of my favorite scenes in a movie. I watch it all the time on YouTube.

OS: I’ve forgotten the scene, describe it to me.

MB: These two identical twin bodybuilders [Peter and David Paul, aka the Barbarian Brothers] are being interviewed by Robert Downey Jr. in a gym, and they’re describing how they had an encounter with Mickey and Mallory. The couple usually only let one person survive, but they let both survive in this case because the couple were fans of the brothers and only realized who they were halfway through chain-sawing their legs off. It’s revealed they’re in wheelchairs now—but they’re not mad because Mickey and Mallory passed “The Edge” onto them and they can workout harder than anyone else in the gym now because of their disability. I love it. I know you worked with Schwarzenegger in Conan the Barbarian (1982), and in Natural Born Killers the brothers reference Pumping Iron (1977) to Downey. I was wondering if you had any thoughts about bodybuilding, that scene, and working with the Barbarian Brothers?

OS: [Laughs] I enjoyed it. There were a lot of cuts—I don’t know what version you have, but there is an R-rated version, and there’s an unrated version. Do you have the unrated version?

MB: Yeah.

OS: We had tremendous problems with it. Warner Brothers wanted an R version, and they really broke my chops. I had to go back to the MPAA several times, always making more and more [cuts]—it didn’t make any sense. I would say, “What you’re really objecting to is the chaos. You’re not objecting to the physical violence because it’s not really there. You’re objecting to the madness of the movie.” And, you know, that’s not right! Because it is a mad movie, you have to accept that it is a mad movie, like Clockwork Orange (1971) was. But they just couldn’t see the bigger picture. I was already in trouble, of course, with JFK; and I’d done Scarface (1983), as a writer, but I saw all that shit go down. They got crazy on Scarface, and they got crazy on Natural Born Killers. I make this point because they’re haggling over bullshit. When in reality, it’s the madness of our society that they’re not really dealing with. As I said to the press at the time—and they couldn’t understand what I was talking about—I said, “You know, the two killers are not so bad compared to Tommy Lee Jones, who’s the warden of a fucking madhouse, and runs it like a madhouse. Or take a look at Downey, the Downey character is insane. He wants to be a killer. He lives it. He’s living it through Mickey and Mallory, and that’s the media! I said, that’s what’s wrong! And look at the cop, the cop played by Sizemore. So of course I piss off everybody. [Laughs] I said, our cops, our prisons, our media are more fucked up than the two killers. They thought I was crazy.

MB: You see this with the censorship on Twitter, too, where you can’t even put a finger on why they ban certain things. Is it just because this is chaos or… ?

OS: I want to tell you a quick story, because my favorite deletion, and I really wish it were in there, is the courtroom scene in Natural Born Killers with [Woody Harrelson and] Ashley Judd. I think that’s hilarious. Have you ever seen the outtakes on that?

MB: Remind me.

OS: It’s the one where he goes, “Bills and bills and bills.” He gets permission to cross-examine her, Ashley Judd is one of the victims. It’s a touching scene because she is a very good actress and very convincing. And Woody—it’s just beautifully done. You got to watch it, man. It fits beautifully. The reason I took it out was length, and violence. It was too much at the time. But it really belongs in the movie, it’s in the middle—they get busted, and before they go to jail they have this trial. But he wants to be his own lawyer. He cross-examines her—and he stabs her in the heart! And of course [laughs], it’s the worst thing you can do! I mean, they’re going to throw them in the dungeon now! Ashley Judd is a sweetheart—she gets killed, oh my God. How bad can these people be? Right? I love it. I love it. [Laughs] That’s the greatest scene to me, that’s the one I miss.

MB: I just watched JFK Revisited (2021). It sounded like last week they were supposed to release the final files, then it didn’t happen.

OS: They just postponed it in another year. Or something like that. They won’t release the key files. But even then, I don’t know what would be in there. These are CIA people. They all were dealing with Cuban groups, people like [George] Joannides, [David Atlee] Phillips, Bill Harvey. Those are the guys you really want… [Allan] Dulles if possible, but there’s no files on Dulles. The CIA is where, in my opinion, you really got to look, because they were running the whole show, including [Lee Harvey] Oswald.

MB: Alright, last thing. So as we are entering 2023, I’ve been reading all these year-end lists, wrapping up the year. I was curious what your summary of 2022 would be? And what are you looking for in 2023?

OS: Let’s talk film first. As a filmmaker, I finished a very complicated documentary, a scientific one called Nuclear Now, which is on the need for bringing back nuclear energy now, and pushing it because it is the only way we’re going to close the gap with the vast amount of energy we’re going to need by 2050. Hopefully it will be out in the New Year, very early, and people will see it, but it’s a very important thing to me, it’s the most important subject on Earth. So that’s where I am at. Secondly, I co-wrote a screenplay with a partner, which I think is—I cannot tell you what the subject is, it’s not that I don’t reveal what I’m about to or hope to do, and if all goes well I’ll be able to make it in 2023, but it hasn’t been an easy business, that’s for sure. I haven’t done a feature film since 2016: Snowden. I did JFK Revisited in 2019, and Putin [The Putin Interviews] in 2017, so I’ve been busy with documentaries more than features. I’m looking forward to making one more—I hope—as well as releasing Nuclear Now.

MB: Nice.

OS: On the world front, it’s always unstable, the world has always been in change. People over-exaggerate, it’s always a dark time, you know? Americans have a very limited view of the world because they live subjected to the American media.

Now, for 2023, we’re in a shithole. As a country, we keep backing the military, we keep putting a fortune into military spending—and now we’re paying for the Ukraine war, which is insane. Because we started the war, we trapped the Russians into going in there with our policies. In other words, most of the instability in the world is created by us. And we won’t admit it. People in America don’t know about that because they have no idea we’re the provokers—we’re the most provocative country in the world. And as long as we can’t see it, we’re hypnotized. We’re hypnotized by our media. We don’t see beyond our little American periscope.

-Michael M. Bilandic interviews Oliver Stone, Metrograph, Dec 2022 [x]

#oliver stone #metrograph #natural born killers #talk radio #nuclear now

[kevrocksicehouse]

Five of the weirdest Elvis portrayals (or incarnations) in film.

Michael St. Gerard in Hairspray. D: John Waters (1988). Tracy Turnblad (Ricki Lake) gets conked on the head in a vicious game of  high-school dodgeball and when she wakes up she sees … Elvis. Okay his name is Link Larkin and it’s 1962 Baltimore, not Memphis but we know better (as did the producers who immediately cast Gerard in the short-lived Elvis TV series). Later they’re making out in a forbidden “Negro” club. “Oh Link, this is so romantic! I wish I was dark-skinned.” “Tracey our souls are black though our skin is white.”

Nicolas Cage in Wild at Heart. D: David Lynch (1990). Cage’s performances all have a little Elvis in them and as “Sailor Ripley” he leans into the King, helping Lynch delivers the Elvis movie of our most depraved fantasies. After a narrative of untold violence and perversity, he sings Love Me Tender as a marriage proposal that would have even made Colonel Parker shed a tear.

Val Kilmer in True Romance. D: Tony Scott (1993). Quentin Tarantino wrote this love story about  a part-time hooker (Patricia Arquette) and an Elvis Freak (Christian Slater) who gets regular input from the shades of his hero. Sometimes that’s just encouragement (“I like you Clarence. Always have. Always will”) and sometimes life advice (“Two in the back of his f—kin’ head. Cops’d throw a party, man.”)

Bruce Campbell in Bubba Ho-Tep. D: Don Coscarelli (2002). Elvis near the end years after the death of the impersonator he switched places with year earlier, teams up with some guy who THINKS he’s John F. Kennedy (Ossie Davis) to take out a mummy preying on their fellow residents of the Shady Rest Retirement Home in East Texas. By the end (the most moving “Thank you, thank you very much” you’ll ever hear) I believed every word.

Jack White in Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story. D: Jake Kasdan (2007). Just a cameo in this great Johnny Cash biopic parody starring John C. Reilly, but White as the most manic Elvis imaginable (“It’s called Karate, man. Only two kinds of people knowit, the Chinese and The King. And one of them is me.”) walks off with the movie.

#elvis #austin butler #analysis #kevrock

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dewey riley x reader

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warnings: some language, murder, some jealousy, gale hate (only for the story ☹️ i actually love her), and maybe ooc?

a/n: this takes place during scream (1996) so NO SPOILERS FOR SCREAM (2022). the ending was kinda rushed, i’m sorry </3

you stared up at the night sky, stars littered the dark blue — almost black canvas. you took a handful of slightly damp grass into your hands and let out a breathy sigh. this was the best part of leaving the city. you were finally able to see the stars clearly like you had always wanted to do. and to top it all off, you were with some doofus that you absolutely adored.

during your freshman year of high school your mom had decided to move to woodsboro to be closer to family. it was hard for you to leave everything you had ever known behind. there was a lot of angsty remarks and typical teenage criticism against the move but in the end it didn’t turn out so bad. on your first day at your new school, a short and kinda dorky kid was assigned to help you out for the first few weeks since your cousins were either way too young to be in high school or already they were already graduated

“i’m dwight riley. it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” dwight held his hand out for you to shake with a smile on his baby-ish face. you felt a little bad for judging him because he still looked like he was 10 but still, you shook his sweaty and weirdly soft hand.

the next few days were sorta easy despite the constant whispering and stares from people. you couldn’t blame them, woodsboro was a small town and not much happened around here. despite this, dwight still walked next to you and actually tried to be friends with you, mostly because he probably didn’t have a lot of other ones. or maybe you were being a little mean for thinking that.

a few days turned into a few months and then a year. during that time a few of your assumptions about dwight turned out to be false. i guess the saying about making assumptions makes an ass out of you and i is true.

anyways, he’d invite you over to his house for dinners when your mom couldn’t make it home that night because of work, you knew his whole family and considered them an extension of your own. it was then when you had found out that his family would call dwight “dewey”. his seven year old sister, tatum, was secretly your favorite. she always greeted you excitedly and would stick by your side whenever she was able to. when you weren’t in dewey’s room, you were helping out with tatum, usually painting her nails and giving her a pg version of the latest gossip at school. she’d also drag dewey into doing little fashion shows or make him play barbies with the two of you.

after that year, you and dewey were pretty much best friends — and pretty much in love with each other. what you thought was normal, the lingering touches and longing gazes into each other’s eyes, actually wasn’t to your surprise. and despite this being brought to your knowledge after an awkward conversation with tatum after watching sixteen candles, you were always together no matter what and honestly, you were happier than ever. you got to hang out with a pretty awesome guy and eventually see him graduate from the woodsboro police academy and become deputy dewey.

you remember asking him why he decided to become a police officer the night his mom threw a congratulatory party for him.

”i wanted to be an officer pretty much since tatum was born. i… i want to protect her and my mom.“ dewey responded honestly as he leaned against the cold kitchen counter, a cold beer was in his hand. his face flushed a light pink, seeming to be a little embarrassed of his answer.

”that’s real sweet, dews. i’m just a little offended you don’t wanna protect me, though…!” you attempted to sound serious but failed, a few giggles escaped your lips. dewey gently pushed your shoulder, shaking his head and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“you know i would do anything to keep you safe, y/n. i don‘t gotta say it for you to know that…”

you felt your heartstrings beings tugged violently in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach begin fluttering at a violent speed. jesus christ. the way he said it made your knees just absolutely weak. it was then you realized that he wasn’t dewey, the baby-ish looking dork from freshman year anymore. he was more mature, a little sexy even despite him still being awkward.

”dwight…” you breathed out, taking a step forward towards him. you wrapped your arms around his taller frame and pressed a kiss on his slightly chapped lips. it took him a moment but dewey kissed you back and you were able to taste the beer and alcohol that laced his lips and saliva. he set the beer bottle he was holding onto the counter and moved his hands to rest on your waist. slowly, his hands began to move lower before you were interrupted.

“y/n? dew- oh my god i’m so sorry.” sidney closed her eyes and put a hand over them for safe measure. the poor girl’s face was flushed a dark red as she spoke again, “dewey, your mom just wanted me to tell you that we’re gonna cut your cake but… if right now isn’t a good time to-“

”no! we can go right now. the three of us. lets go!” you quickly said before rushing out the kitchen, making a beeline to the dining table where dewey’s little congratulatory cake sat. behind you, you could hear dewey and sidney exchanging a few words in a hushed manner. you tried convincing yourself that you didn’t really care about what they said but really? who the hell were you kidding? you stood next to your mom and she mumbled something about your lipstick being smeared.

you rolled onto your side and looked at dewey, who was already staring at you. he had gotten off his shift at the station a few hours ago and was in his pajamas. you had dragged him out the house to come hang out with you despite his constant protests.

“why were you so adamant on not coming out?” you asked him, letting go of the grass and you were now playing with the ends of his sleeves. he let out a long sigh and his eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

”casey becker… her and her boyfriend got murdered earlier. it was scary, y/n. scarier than what happened to sid’s mom… they were gutted.“ dewey explained, with each word you felt your stomach churn more and more. you guessed that by the look on your face, dewey already knew you were probably gonna piss your pants at the news so he gently took your hands in his and scooted closer to you.

“i won’t let anything happen to you though. we’re gonna catch that asshole, alright?” he squeezed your hands, trying to calm you. it wasn’t so much that you worried about YOU getting murdered, it was more so about dewey getting hurt.

“and you? you need to protect yourself, not just other people. that’s how you end up seriously hurt!” you sat up, taking your hands away from his.

“i’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry over me. i’m the best deputy in this town, y/n. trust me.“ dewey sat up and grinned as he lifted his arm to show off the slight muscle tone on his arms. you felt yourself blush just like how you did when you two were at his celebration party. you smiled back at him and let out a small sigh.

”i do. it’s just… scary. nobody in this shit town has handsome boyish looks like you! there’s no one but you to admire around here!” you squeezed dewey’s cheek before he shooed your hand away as he scrunched up his nose in fake annoyance.

after that, he walked you home. on your way there, you held onto his arm and made sure your steps were in-sync. whenever you‘d turn around to check your surroundings because you were paranoid due to the event dewey had told you about, he’d tug you closer to him or tell you something funny that happened at work that day in an attempt to ease your nerves.

at your front door, dewey pulled you into a tight hug. his head rested on top of yours as you pressed the side of your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. it was fast.

“y/n. i need you to keep a weapon close to you tonight, please. and call me if you need anything.” he gave you one more squeeze and you leaned in closer to his embrace. it was moments like these that you wish would never ever end – but this was reality, sadly. after agreeing, the two of you said your good nights and he headed back home.

the next morning you’re at work and all everyone is talking about is the gruesome murder of casey becker and her boyfriend. the whole situation has your stomach churning. couldn’t these people let the poor girl and her boyfriend rest in peace? oh! and to top it all off, gale weathers is back in town. the same woman that not only profited on pretty much calling sidney a liar after her mother’s murder but also the woman who dewey drooled over whenever he watched her show.

“y/n!“ a familiar voice called out from across the room. tatum came walking over to the counter with her weirdo boyfriend stu and sid.

“oh my god tatum! hey! and hey sid, stu! what can i get you guys?”

the three of them ordered and you began to make their coffees. while doing so, tatum sat on the counter while sid and stu took some seats.

“you hear about gale?” tatum asked from behind. you could practically hear the eye roll she did just through her voice.

“yeah, she’s back to cover the murders. but what about her?”

”oh nothing besides the fact that mr. deputy dewey is fan-boying over her. he literally can’t keep it in his pants! jeez, i swear sometimes he acts like he’s still sixteen.” you turned around at her words, shaking your head. tatum’s words about dewey hurt you a little. you handed her the three coffees with a frown on your face.

“he was never really the subtle type if we’re being honest.” you laughed dryly and tatum looked at you with a sympathetic expression.

“sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have said anything, i know you’re into him for whatever reason.” she leaned over to you after setting the coffees down and pulled you into a tight hug. she mumbled something about him being an asshole into your shoulder that makes you laugh.

“it’s alright, he’s my asshole.” you pulled away from her. you thought tatum would be like “aww” but instead she gave you a weird look. it took you a minute to finally realize what she was weirded out about.

“wait… that came out wrong. he’s not my asshole in like the literal sense! he’s my asshole in a figur-“ you tried explaining before getting cut off by sid.

”sorry to cut your guys’ definitely normal conversation but we gotta get to school. thanks for the coffee y/n, you’re the best.” sid smiled warmly at you, just as she always did. whenever you two would talk, you wondered how she always stood so kind even after everything that’s happened to her. she was younger than you and yet she was so much better — and you admired that.

later that day, dewey stopped in with a starstruck look on his face. he excitedly ran up to the counter and held onto the edge, just barely leaning closer to you. you quirked an eyebrow up and waited a few seconds for him to tell you what happened but you were met with silence from him.

“are you gonna tell me what the hell is up or are you gonna stare at me all day?” you rolled your eyes at the taller man and crossed your arms over your chest. when you finished your sentence, dewey’s face lit up as if you reminded him of what he was (possibly) trying to convey telepathically with you.

“gale weathers is into me! …i think!” was all he said, unnecessarily loud. you were relieved the shop was pretty empty today because… if anyone heard what dewey just said… oh my god would that be embarrassing.

“gale? gale weathers?“

”yeah! she was flirting with me back at the school cus’ i was over there helping with interrogations. she was there and y’know…” dewey grinned ear to ear remembering the scene playing out between him and gale all over again.

”oh my god, dews. you’re so fucking whipped for her! tatum was right, keep it in your pants!” you made a disgusted look on your face and dewey just rolled his eyes, barely paying any mind to what you were saying.

“you know what y/n? you’re just jealous that there’s no sexy news anchors coming around the shop to hit on you!“ dewey pointed an accusatory finger at you in which made you gasp.

“for the record, dwight, my type isn’t shitty news anchors!“

“then what is your type?” dewey asked.

”you’re my type, bozo.” you tried to say as non-chalantly as possible but you couldn’t help your voice from cracking in the middle of your sentence. smooth much? dewey stood quiet as his face reddened for a few seconds and you could swear the air around you thickened.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, y/n.” dewey laughed, almost sounding disappointed.

“dews i-“ he cut you off and asked for his usual before placing his total on the counter and stepping away. you mentally facepalmed yourself, why the hell was this so hard?

you quickly made his drink — an iced coffee that was mostly french vanilla cream and sugar rather than actual coffee — and handed it to him. he mumbled a quick “bye” to you before rushing to get back into his shift.

the rest of your day is pretty tame. after she had gotten out of school, tatum and her mother stopped by the shop and had offered you to stay the next few nights with them, worrying for your safety as you now lived alone. your mother moved back to the city when you were nineteen so besides them and your estranged extended family, they didn’t exactly feel good about you being anywhere else. so after some convincing, you decided “why not?”

after dropping some of your things off at the riley’s place, you and tatum had swung by the video store to grab “all the right moves” with tom cruise because, according to tatum, “if you pause it just right, you can see his penis.” while there, you two saw randy and he silently judged your picks.

when you were done, tatum drove you two to pick up sid but as you drove up, there were blue and red flashing lights and an ambulance. she stopped the car abruptly and the two of you ran out the car to where sidney sat with dewey, some medics, and another officer. at first, dewey tried kicking both you and tatum out because it was a crime scene but with sidney‘a permission, you could stick around.

“her dad’s out of town, alright? she’s staying with us tonight. y/n too.” tatum rolled her eyes at dewey and he glanced at you.

“does mom know?” dewey asked his little sister as she turned away from him.

”yes doofus…” tatum gave dewey another dirty look and this was one of those moments you were thankful you didn’t have actual siblings. you patted dewey’s shoulder while tatum helped sid out the ambulance.

you looked up at him and as always, he was already looking at you. dewey wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him into a side hug.

“what happened?”

“sid got attacked. that asshole broke in after calling her and chased her around in a ghost mask. she scared him off but then her boyfriend, billy, shows up and he has a phone on him!“ dewey explained just loud enough for only you to hear. you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form and you leaned closer to him.

“that poor girl. is he a suspect then?” dewey nodded in response and your eyes widened. you couldn’t imagine what she was going through.

“i probably shouldn’t be talking about this too much though… but… you’re staying over tonight?“

“yeah. your mom and tate came over the shop before my shift ended and asked. you know i can’t say no to them…” you smiled at him and dewey let out a chuckle. “when’re you getting off?” you asked.

“after i take sid to the station to get questioned i’ll be done for the night. are you gonna tag along?”

“oh no. i don’t wanna intrude. i love sid and all but i don’t think it’s my place to go with her right now.”

”i’ll ask one of the guys to drive you back to the house then, alright? i can’t let you go back alone.” dewey then let you go to walk over to another officer before motioning you to come over.

you rummaged through dewey’s shirt drawers and decided on changing into one of his white t-shirts that was a little too big on you. you and dewey used to switch clothes back when he was shorter than you and tatum still did her fashion shows. nowadays, it was more of you borrowing his clothes and his closet getting smaller and smaller.

you walked out of dewey’s room after changing and heard chatter coming from downstairs, it was something about someone punching someone else? you waited for them to come up before asking about it.

“god! y/n you totally missed it! gale was pissing off sid talking about her book all like ‘i’ll send you a copy’ and sid punches her! like bam! bitch went down!” tatum grins almost from ear to ear, you could tell she was just bursting with pride because of her best friend being a badass.

“holy shit! good job, you have some big balls!” you and sid high-fived before dewey nudged you in the side and mumbled something about you two having to be ”role models”. sid excused herself and tatum to go change and they disappeared into tatum’s room, leaving you and dewey in the hall.

“we should probably get her some ice…” you suggested to dewey who hadn’t gotten the chance to get changed yet.

“yeah we sho- are you wearing my shirt?“ dewey narrowed his eyes at the oversized shirt on you, analyzing it.

“maaayyybe…” you looked up innocently at him and noticed that his face was flushing a dark red again.

“it looks better on you than on me. you should keep it, y/n.” you smiled at his words and nodded. quickly after that, the two of you fetched the ice for sid’s hand and went to his room.

“don’t look at me while i’m changing. i’m shy.” dewey half-joked as you pressed your face against his pillow while he changed into his pajamas. as soon as he was done, he smacked the top of your head with another pillow to signal that you could look at him again. you sat up and quickly evaluated his choice in pajamas: a white t-shirt identical to the one you wore and dark gray sweats.

“dews… can i tell you something?”

”you can tell me anything.”

”i know it’s probably a weird time to tell you but what i said at the shop, it was true.” you admitted, your face heated up almost immediately. you looked at the wall next to dewey, scared to see his reaction to what you said. as usual, he didn’t say anything. he just leaned in, practically pushing you down onto the bed, so that he could press his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck and dewey‘s hands were holding himself up from crushing you underneath him. you felt his mustache tickle your top lip and the top of your nose and let out a giggle. eventually he pulled away from your lips to breathe.

“i… was that okay?“ dewey asked from above you, his face was now full of worry as he looked down at your shocked expression.

“yes… yes. that was more than okay. do it again if you want!“ with your permission, dewey didn’t waste his time going back to kissing you. you could tell that he was relishing this moment with the way his whole demeanor was screaming confidence now. he flipped the two of you over so that his back was against the bed and you were straddling him. his hands were resting at the curve of your waist but you moved them lower and let out a soft gasp when he squeezed.

but then his mother knocked on the door, causing the both of you to jump to opposite sides of the bed.

“dewey? dewey!” her panicked voice yelled through the door. after listening closer for a second, he heard sid yelling at someone over the phone and quickly grabbed his gun before running out. you furrowed your eyebrows and thought wondered why the hell did you guys always get interrupted when something good happened between you?

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[mlmxreader]

Rainy Day | Dewey Riley x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello! I hope you enjoy the Sabaton show, I love their music a lot. Could I request a Dewey fic? Walking in the rain and just a chill Saturday. Reader accidentally confesses feelings and Dewey feels the same way, and it's like one of those movie rain kisses?? Then Reader and Dewey head home (idc which house) and they watch a scary movie with hot cocoa?? I love ur writing sm, and I hope you enjoy/enjoyed the Sabaton show! ♥

summary: a rainy day on a weekend is probably your favourite time of the week, if only because there's a certain person who you adore to see.

tws: swearing

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Work was hard, but thankfully the week was now over and you could finally enjoy a couple of days of peace; between the rainy days that had been plaguing the land, and the long and endless days doing everything and anything for a boss who didn’t even give you enough money to be able to survive, you were more than glad that the week had come to an end at last.

Of course, it didn’t stop raining. It didn’t seem to ever stop, an endless torrential downpour; the fields slowly turned to mud, once bright and green, now just brown and dull.

But the memories of them were still thick and fresh in the mind. Walking, arm in arm, with Dewey for seemingly miles on end throughout the long summer days when there was nothing much to do; talking about everything and anything that came to mind and not particularly worrying about whether or not the days were wasted. Not a care in the world, until, of course, the autumn came.

Fields turned to mud so easily. Everything became damp and grey, everything became miserable. Working such long hours made it seem like there was no time during the day for what you wanted to do anymore, even though your shifts ended before the evening; but now it was the weekend, and although the threat of work on Monday still sank deep within your bones, you were happy to attempt to make the most of it.

So, of course, you did what anyone would have done if they were in your shoes, and you called Dewey, asking if he wanted to go for a walk in the miserable fields. Amongst the slippery mud and the slick logs, the mossy trees and the bushes without grip, the deep and cold puddles.

Dewey, of course, agreed almost immediately, and was still doing up his shoelaces as he raced towards your home; he banged on the door, excitement in his bones as he bounced on his feet and tried to bite back his grin but failed.

Oh, he couldn't wait.

When you opened the door, though, he nearly stumbled and fell; all he could think about was how good you had looked. An old heavy metal band's zip-up hoodie draped on your shoulders, the bright red fabric looked so good on you, and brought out the best in your features; red was always your colour, he knew that much. But the shirt you wore beneath it, some old horror film poster printed on a black t-shirt, suited you even more if he was honest, as he knew that it was one of your favourites; he bit the inside of his lip.

He didn't even dare to look at your jeans, knowing that they were the camouflage patterned ones that you loved so much; knowing that the bottoms were fraying and had a few holes from wear and tear. He wanted to grin. You looked amazing. He couldn't stop himself, chewing at his lip to the point where he knew it was bleeding.

"So," Dewey breathed out eventually, able to feel his features heat up and knowing that it was because he was blushing something terrible. "You, uh, you ready?"

You nodded, smiling at him the way that you always did; Dewey could look at your smile for hours and days on end and he wouldn't have even realised it. You were something different, something special, he knew that, and the way that your smile took his breath away only confirmed it every time. You linked your arm with his, and suddenly, Dewey felt like he was going to fall over and slip; your hand was warm against his, and he nearly flinched at how you drummed your fingers, the most dopey and lovesick smile on his face.

You spoke of nothing, and yet somehow also everything; it was just a walk in the rain, something so mundane and so common, it would have meant nothing to anyone else. But to Dewey, it meant everything; he could spend the rest of his days walking in the rain with you.

He would, if given the chance. It didn't matter where you were, it didn't matter if he was in the best or worst mood - all he cared about was being able to walk with you and to talk with you about everything and nothing.

The rain grew heavier, harsher, and it had been Dewey's idea to run to the tunnels nearby for some shelter, to wait the rain out; but he had slipped, and when you caught him, instinct took over. You backed yourself against the wall, holding on tightly to the lapels of his coat, and pulled him close; you could feel his breath on your face as your gaze dropped to his lips for a second. He was blushing awfully, so bright red that you almost wanted to laugh; you had never seen him blush that much before. You couldn't stop the words that left your mouth.

"Dewey, I love you."

His eyes widened, he swallowed thickly, and had no fucking idea what to say; he had waited for this moment, prayed and hoped for it more than anything else in the world, and yet when you finally said it, he had no fucking idea of what to do, and allowed instinct to take over. Fuck. Dewey hoped you wouldn't mind when he slowly leaned in to kiss you, but his hopes were met when you grinned and yanked him in; your mouth on his, he couldn't help but to groan softly as he put his hands on the wall either side of your head to keep himself steady.

Shit.

He had never felt like this, like just a little kiss was going to be the end of him; then again, if you were his armageddon, he would happily take the apocalypse as it came. If you were to be his death, he would welcome the grim reaper with open arms and a smile. If you were to be the one to draw the last breath from his lips, he would give you every single one that he had. If you were to be his death, he would live to fall.

He pulled away, lips swollen and wet, giggling as he ran a hand through his hair and tried not to let his weak knees get the better of him.

"I, uh…" he could hardly speak through his giddy giggling. "I…"

"Do you wanna come home with me, Deputy?" You whispered, raising your brows.

"I would love that, Sir," he grinned, nodding eagerly. "I, uh… it'd be my pleasure to… to walk you home."

He loved it, leaning into you as he giggled and blushed the entire way back to yours; absolutely soaked from the rain by the time that you had gotten back. He didn't mind, he kept a spare shirt and pyjama bottoms at yours anyway for the nights when he would come over after work and was too tired to go home; usually he would end up cuddled in your bed with you, watching some old horror film that always made him feel sick.

He never said anything, he knew you enjoyed him, and he could squash down a feeling of a little nausea.

But something was different this time.

The second he had you inside, his lips were on yours again and you were kissing him back yet again; he was giggling again, but he couldn't get enough. Once he had a taste, he just had to have another, and another, and another until you were laughing as you slowly pushed him away; you were so much more handsome when you were breathlessly trying to laugh. Just grinning at him so fondly.

"La casa sperduta nel parco?" You asked, raising a brow.

Dewey knew what that meant, one of your horror films that you loved so much, so he nodded. "Can I get out of my wet clothes?"

"I'll come with you," you hummed, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

Dewey was happy to stand by your bed while you grabbed towels and pulled out the dry clothes; it wasn't anything different, you had gotten changed in front of each other dozens of times. But he still couldn't help but to grin when he saw that you were wearing the socks that his mother had knitted you some years ago; he thought it was endearing, even if there were holes in the heels. Maybe he could ask if she would knit you another pair.

He thought about it as he finished drying his legs with a towel, he pulled on his pyjama bottoms and sat at the side of your bed, watching you dry yourself off and get dressed.

"So… uhm…" he frowned, wishing that he wasn't so stupid. "We're boyfriends now, right?"

You froze in your actions, daring to meet his big brown eyes as you nodded and smiled so fucking brightly that, all over again, it took his breath away. "Yeah! What? You think I kiss just anyone like that?"

Dewey smiled, nodding as he made himself comfortable in your bed for what seemed like the millionth time. It wasn't long before you cuddled up to him after getting the film ready and playing on the television, peppering his chest and neck in soft and sweet kisses that made him giggle and blush.

"C'mere," Dewey whispered, gently grabbing your chin between his forefinger and thumb, pulling you into a sweet kiss. "I… I'm not really sure what so say…"

"Then don't say shit," you chuckled. "Just kiss me, Dewey."

"I, I can do that."

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[hackettquarrys]

lover of mine

lover of mine pt.1/?

chris hackett

x counselor!oc

2.1k words

playlist

“When I take a look at my life

And all of my crimes

You're the only thing that I think I got I right”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language maybe? i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

as i smoothed out the bedding in the last of this rooms bunks, i heard my name being called from the main floor of the lodge.

“jaiden, let’s go!” kaitlyns voice sounded from the doorway. i grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. taking one last look around the room, i sighed before closing the door behind me and heading downstairs, my hand sliding down the wooden banister as i descended the staircase.

“okay, okay, i’m here,” i laughed, skipping the last few steps with a jump and landing next to her. she shook her head, her short dark hair swinging side to side and she rolled her eyes playfully. “what’s the rush, anyway?” i asked, following behind her out the front door of the main lodge. she scoffed in response.

“the rush is i cannot wait to get back to civilization-“

“and to get our cell phones back,” dylan, my best friend, spoke from the other end of the lodge, at the far end of the raised porch we stood on. nick appeared next to him, having exited the door behind dylan.

“exactly,” kaitlyn agreed. i laughed at the two of them, as more of the counsellors joined us, the only few missing were abi and emma, who were still at the cabins, and ryan who was probably sat somewhere by himself listening to a podcast (he never did tell us how he snuck a phone past mr.hackett). kaitlyn and i reached the bottom of the staircase, and i set my bag down on the grass, taking a seat on the steps.

“oh come on guys, was one summer unplugged really that bad?” i teased, although i admittedly missed having my phone too. this was my third summer as a counsellor at hacketts quarry, so i was used to having to ditch technology for a few months, but most of the others were a few years younger than me so maybe they were a little more cellphone dependant than i was. the first summer i worked here it was as a favour for mr.hackett, since my dad had gone to high school with him and he new that they were short on counsellors. i quickly fell in love with the quarry- it had a certain charm to it and i usually liked most of the counsellors i ended up spending the summer with and this year, i had even gotten my best friend dylan a job.

“yes- yes it was that bad” jacob said.

“good news, mate!” nick called, still on the balcony. we looked up to see him holding a phone, that i assume was jacobs. “catch!”

“dude- no!” jacob dove into the grass as nick threw his phone off the balcony, somehow managing to catch it. “not cool dude!” nick raised his hands in surrender, laughing with dylan as they joined us in front of the van that we were packing up to leave. he handed everyone their phones back, and i put mine in my bag.

i saw jacob pacing awkwardly around the front of the vehicle, lightly kicking the dirt with his feet. i looked around and noticed that abi and emma had now joined us, which explained the shift in jacobs mood. i guess he really did fall hard for emma- but she didn’t feel the same. it was a crappy situation for both of them, and now for all of us because we had to deal with jacob being mopey and emma being bitchy about it.

“hey romeo, can you grab the bags from inside?” kaitlyn barked at him; she could be a little insensitive at times. they bickered back and forth a little - jacob bringing up the crush we all could tell that kaitlyn had on ryan, although she didn’t seem to concerned that we had figured it out - before jacob sighed in defeat, heading back inside to get the bags.

“how about you?” kaitlyn turned to me, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“what about me?”

“well who do you have a crush on?” she asked.

“who said i have a crush on anyone?”

“hmm.. i guess you are a little old for any of us,” she teased.

“haha.” i rolled me eyes at her, but i knew she was only joking around and didn’t mean anything by it. after all, it would be a little weird for someone my age to have a crush on one of the teenaged counsellors. that didn’t necessarily mean i didn’t have my eyes on someone else at camp though-

“hey some guys are into older women!” dylan yelled, joining our conversation.

“are you confessing your undying love for me, lenivy?” i asked, dramatically putting a hand to my chest. dylan took my hand in his and got down to one knee.

“why yes, it’s always been you, my love!” he gasped, playing along. the three of us laughed and dylan stood back up, slinging his arms over my shoulders and now clinging onto my back.

“jeez you’re heavy,” i tried pushing him off me, but he continued clinging onto me like a toddler.

“are you trying to kill one of my counsellors, dylan?” a voice called from the front door of the lodge, and i looked up to see mr.hackett smiling at us. dylan let go of me and stuttered awkwardly.

“no sir-“

“good. at least wait until you’re off my property so i don’t have to clean up the body,” mr h joked.

“yes sir,” dylan laughed, relaxing at the lighthearted tone evident in the camp owners voice.

“thanks guys,” i scoffed, pretending to be offended.

“oh come on we’re just joking,” dylan said, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. laughing, emma and kaitlyn ran over and wrapped their arms around me too, successfully stopping all air from getting to me.

“guys, mr h said NOT to kill me,” i pleaded.

“yeah guys, jaiden is the only one who knows the way back to the city,” nick interjected. everyone let go of me and i caught my breath, laughing and thinking about how much i was actually gonna miss these idiots. maybe some of them would come back next summer- usually counsellors didn’t come back for more than one summer, but maybe this time i could convince dylan to at least.

“you kids almost ready to head out?” mr hackett asked, leaning on the railing of the porch. my eyes briefly met his before my attention turned to jacob who spoke, reappearing with the bags from inside.

“yep! just gotta load these and were good to go,” he explained, dropping the bags in the trunk of the van.

“alright, best to get on the road before dark,” mr hackett said.

“mr.h, can i talk to you before we go?” ryan asked, walking up to the rest of the group, his earbud chord dangling around the back of his neck.

“yeah, sure thing,” mr hackett said, motioning with his head for ryan to follow him inside.

“wonder what that’s about,” kaitlyn thought out loud. we all kinda shrugged, finishing up the last bit of packing.

“i’ll move the van around,” jacob offered, sliding into the drivers seat.

•

“what do you mean it’s not starting?” kaitlyn yelled at jacob, who was now out of the van.

“i mean, the van isn’t starting! what part of that was confusing?”

“well why isn’t it starting?”

“how should i know? nick drove it last,”

“oh, so i broke the van?” nick scoffed.

“guys please-“ i tried to get them to stop arguing but it was no use. the yelling only stopped at the sound of the lodge door slamming in the wind. i turned to see ryan descending the stairs towards us, and mr.hackett stood on the porch once again, looking down at the situation that had developed while he was gone. i gave him a pleading look, and was relieved when his voice called out.

“hey!” he yelled at the group of us, which successfully stopped the conversation and turned the attention to the camp owner. “what’s going on? why’s everyone yelling?” everyone tried to explain at once, 6 voices all talking at once. “hey- hey! one of you- jaiden, what happened?” he asked, looking at me, and i sighed.

“the van isn’t starting, there must be something wrong with it,” i explained, causing a concerned look to flash over mr.hacketts face. he hurried down the steps and past me and the rest of the counsellors, approaching the vehicle.

“c’mon, c’mon!” mr.h turned the key in the ignition, but the van still wouldn’t start. “dammit!”

“it’s okay mr.h, we can just stay one more night-“ jacob started to say but mr.hackett interrupted him.

“no, no- it’s better if you guys get out of here tonight,” he said, sort of mumbling to himself after.

“really it’s okay… i mean, what’s one more night- right guys,” dylan agreed.

“yeah,” everyone agreed, but mr.h still looked freaked out.

“everyone…w..wait here- jaiden, i need to talk to you in my office,” mr hackett said, before walking back to the lodge. i followed after him, barely able to keep up with the older man with how fast he was walking. once we reached his office, he held the door open and shut and locked it behind himself once we were both in the room. i watched him as he shut the blinds covering the windows.

“mr.h, what’s going on-“ i started to ask.

“jaiden, i need you to listen to me very carefully ok?” i paused for a second, a little surprised by how serious the tone of his voice was. he stood behind his wooden desk, hands placed on the surface of it as he looked at a framed photograph that from my side of the desk i couldn’t see, but i remembered to be a photo of his kids, caleb and kaylee.

“mr. h-“

“you don’t have to call me that right now jay, no one else is here.” i sighed.

“chris, what are you so worried about?” i asked, waking closer to the desk and putting one of my hands over top of his larger ones atop the desk. “so what if we have to spend one extra night here, what difference does it-“

“i need you to do me a favour,” he spoke, finally looking up from the desk, his usually soft eyes frantically searching mine, as if too make sure i was paying attention. i nodded slightly.

“anything-”

“i need you to make sure that everyone stays inside the lodge tonight. no one leaves, everyone has to stay inside,” he explained, putting extra emphasis on the word inside the second time. my eyebrows knitted together, and chris must have sensed my hesitation because he pulled my hands into his, holding onto me firmly but not enough to hurt me. “please.”

“i don’t understand… why-“

“i can’t explain right now… i.. i promise i will when i can, but just please, please, promise me,”

“okay, i promise i will keep everyone inside the lodge tonight-“

“and lock the doors,”

“and i promise to lock the doors.” only then did his grip on my hands loosen, and i walked around the desk, wrapping my arms around his neck, his arms hesitantly encircling my waist, before holding me tightly. “are you staying here?” i asked, and he pulled away to look at me.

“no, i uh.. i have somewhere i need to be, that’s why i wanted you and the others to be out of here tonight,” he explained vaguely, but i brushed it off since he clearly didn’t want to go into further detail. i new chris well enough that i trusted him; if he said to stay in the lodge there must be a good reason.

“i think we can survive one night without you,” i teased, and he smiled a little.

“is that so?” he teased. i smiled, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“well, i think they can,” i tilted my head in the direction of the window, in the direction of the counsellors outside. “i don’t know if i can.” chris smiled for real now, pulling me closer and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“oh, i think you’ll be fine. if you get really lonely i’m sure one of the guys would keep you company,” he joked.

“hmm.. they’re not really my type.”

“oh? what is your type?” he asked playfully. i laughed, pressing my lips to his softly. he kissed back, and i smiled before our lips separated.

“you.”

#the quarry #the quarry game #chris hackett imagine #chris hackett #david arquette #chris hackett x reader

[its-a-scream--baby]

Timothy olyphant >>>

#mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #timothy olyphant #scream #scream imagine #scream 2 #scream 1996 #scream 3 #scream 4 #randy meeks #sidney prescott x reader #tatum riley #sidney prescott #billy loomis #neve campbell #rose mcgowan #skeet ulrich #matthew lillard #david arquette #courtney cox #gale weathers #dewey riley #derek feldman #hallie mcdaniel #ghostface x reader #ghostface #ms loomis

[untildawn]

The Quarry is Supermassive’s Next Swing at Until Dawn-Style Horror

Until Dawn developer Supermassive Games revealed its next project, The Quarry, on Thursday, a teen horror game that stars an ensemble of Hollywood actors. 2K Games is publishing The Quarry this summer.

The Quarry imagines a summer camp experience gone horribly wrong, where nine playable teenage counselors of Hackett’s Quarry summer camp find themselves hunted by sinister locals and a deadly predator. Starring in The Quarry are David Arquette (Scream), Ariel Winter (Modern Family), Justice Smith (Pokémon Detective Pikachu), Brenda Song (Dollface), Lance Henriksen (Aliens), and Lin Shaye (Insidious).

The Quarry looks like campy fun, and the large number of playable characters is intriguing. Much like Supermassive’s other series, The Dark Pictures Anthology, which has co-op modes, The Quarry will allow players to invite up to seven friends to their game. The group can either have each player take control of a counselor, or vote together on all the big decisions.

The counselors will have varied relationships, friendships, and flirtations, and it’ll be up to the player to decide who dies, who lives, who betrays whom, and who gets together. There will also be adjustable difficulty settings for all gameplay elements, including Movie Mode, where you can watch the horror happen instead of playing. Players can either desperately fight to keep their protagonist of choice alive, or lean back and leisurely choose their fate.

The Quarry is slated for release on June 10 on PlayStation 4, PlayStation 5, Windows PC, Xbox One, and Xbox Series X.

Here’s a look at the full cast of The Quarry:

Ted Raimi as Travis

Evan Evagora as Nick

Justice Smith as Ryan

Skyler Gisondo as Max

Siobhan Williams as Laura

Lance Henriksen as Jed

Brenda Song as Kaitlyn

Zach Tinker as Jacob

Halston Sage as Emma

Grace Zabriskie as Eliza

Miles Robbins as Dylan

Lin Shaye as Constance

David Arquette as Chris

Ethan Suplee as Bobby

Ariel Winter as Abi

(source)

#the quarry #until dawn #supermassive games #announcement #official #news #article

[tatney]

ok if dewey d*es in the new scream i can only just IMAGINE how heart-wrenching it’s gonna be (for me at least lol) when the credits role and it does the patented scream credits ya know like a little clip of the character next to their actor’s name and it just shows up w david arquette and like maybe a clip of dewey smiling or just. ya know being dewey and just like. u know at that moment that he’s been k*lled earlier in the movie and he’s not coming back so it just hurts lol

#bro this has been all i’ve been thinking about lately lol #it’s also almost 3 am so idk if this is worded super great lol #like i WILL cry if they k word him i WILL #i’ll probably cry anyways idk #if they’re gonna kill an original then. i’m sorry but it’ll be him i just feel it #martha (randy’s sister from s3) probably has a good chance of d*ing too #p sure her actress accidentally posted something on her social media that she wasn’t supposed to like hanging out w the cast at the beach #and apparently that revealed her role in the film bc it might not have been confirmed at that point??? #idk this was months ago i think #and i’ve heard a theory by 3c films on yt about her possible de*th so yea #but she’s not like. an *original* original ya know #dewey my beloved god i don’t want u to die #i also feel that his deputy is gonna d word too. cannot remember her name for the life of me but gale thinks her baked goods taste like ass #that’s all i remember of scre4m /j #n e ways. dewey my poor little meow meow man i am handing u a hot mug of cocoa and telling u to stay safe :) #scream spoilers #not rly but still #scream #dewey riley #mine

[flyoverkushtaka]

Ecce homo

I sit with my cup of coffee and copy of Dazai’s No Longer Human and gaze at attractive men.

I can’t help it, it’s like an autonomic reaction. Or maybe I’ve turned it into one through practice and acclimation. Masculine flesh seizes my heart with a joy not to be found anywhere else: Not in a glass of Picpoul de Pinet, not in a Tom Thomsson painting, not in a song pronounced low and melancholically echoing across a deserted moonlit lake. It is the presence of the male body that engages all of my senses at once, balances my humours, unbalances them once more, causes a disorder in my mind of the highest pleasure, a free interplay of the categories unintimated by the sage of Königsberg.

I take another sip of coffee and look around. I am recently returned from the gym, from the treadmill, the weight machine, the pool—especially the pool, where I am free to stretch into my most comfortable and natural shape, pulling forward and backward through the water—and my body tingles with the energy of expenditure. I see these men now and I desire them all the more from it. I imagine their hands on me, one by one, in a circle, abstract, masses of sentient flesh, penetrating every part of me, and me in turn, them. The brewery owner on his stepladder repairing a circuit, sculpted calves and glutes on display in thin gray shorts, pale flesh peeking out just enough from under his red t-shirt when he reaches upward. The jovial deliveryman in tight jeans, muscular body accented by a handsome guy swelling beneath his tucked regulation button-down shirt. The tall and skinny beer drinker with his chestnut beard and short hair lightly twinged with a distinguishing gray, youth and maturity combined in an artful waltz. I cannot stop my desire; it is like a river. It flows as it wants, and it leaps into rapids as these beautiful hominids move with strength and purpose. I feel so weak and adrift in comparison. In comparison to their sturdiness and interfacing with the world, I am like a clown, a clown who loves to fuck.

It is times like this where I feel like I’m in some interwar Continental European novel. Every character has their societal role: The carpenter, the doctor, the vinter, the prostitute, the curate, the painter, the drunk, the homosexual. My role in this oft-doleful life then feels as though it is to be the homosexual, that my calling is purely to desire men, to love them, all other efforts secondary follies, distractions from the shining path toward a cocksucker’s Nirvana.

Homosexuality as bourgeois pathology: now there’s an insidious memetic. I can easily envision that leading to my ultimate downfall, blindly believing that it’s my inversion that’s made me into a sinthomic, horny idiot, leaving aside the true thread through the labyrinth. (And if I happen to run across a minotaur along the way, hmm, well. . .) That said, I shudder to think what kind of dismal life I’d be leading as a heterosexual: some anhedonic retreat into middle-classedness, no doubt about it. I’ll spare everyone the details.

And so I am a creature, a hominid waterdog pricked by thorns, led around by the nose, sure, but Puckish enough I like to think. My mind is attuned to the sensual, both feral and refined, I like to imagine. I like to feel my body, whether in the water or touching other men, their warm flesh and solid bones, their hair and fur on my hair and fur and warm flesh and solid-enough bones.

Scream is on the brewery television. God, David Arquette is so cute with his mustache and cop uniform. I know that’s horribly gauche these days, to get it up for authority figures, considering everything that’s transpired, but deep down the animal in me knows that I crave a big strong man to put me in my place, and to keep me there. At least for a little while. At least until the tide goes back out.

[orchidblack]

Halloween Advent: The Void (2016)

Like the Uzi giving way to the MP5, or T being overtaken by A, the past twenty years have seen the pentagram replaced by the humble triangle as everyone's favorite occult signifier. At some point, everything demon-adjacent, from witch house to Gravity Falls, started putting the shape front and center, and this movie might be the apotheosis of the trend. It's appealingly nasty, with some of the more ambitious practical FX since The Thing, and absolutely no characters worth rooting for. Imagine David Arquette's Deputy Dewey contending with Cthulhu and you're halfway there.

#the void #horror movies #practical effects #triangles #lovecraftian #cosmic horror