#anyway sorry for the very Man In Black rant

[transwolvie]

every day in our world poor innocent people die in horrible ways. people drown in pig shit when they fall into the literal rivers of it on pork farms. people are crushed to death and suffocate in grain and rice and quinoa. people drown in literal human feces trying to retrieve something they dropped down a toilet, and spend the rest of their after-life mocked for it. right now, within the time that you are taking to read this post, someone will be crushed to death within a steel death-trap, the same ones you and I drive along the road and ignore the highly likely death rate of because we need to get place to place. people die every day, every few seconds. many of those deaths are unpleasant. a man trapped in a sewage pipe, boiled alive by gases and screaming as the rescuers can do nothing. a man tangled and held down in freezing, dark water by the corpse of his friend he went to retrieve to finally bring back to his family, decades after he met his own demise in the lightless depths of an underwater cave. desperate migrants forced onto a boat by gunpoint going under a third time and succumbing to the water in their lungs. babies born blue who will not have the holes in their hearts repaired. the person who you see on the street in the cold rain every morning on your commute home finally curling up, passing out, and succumbing to the fact that they haven't eaten in weeks. every single day. every single minute.

I think about them all the time. right now there are men who will not come out of the mine they are in. right now there are prisoners breathing their last breath on death row who never even committed a crime, prisoners who were taken in on a drug charge who will shudder their way to sleep and pass in the night because their cell is freezing. the mourning never, ever, ever stops.

the sheer ridiculous gall that I should take a break from every instance of human suffering that happens every day on this planet because the ones who deserve some extra time, some extra thought, some extra air time, the biggest news stories, are people who can spend more money than what my house cost to face literal crushing depths in a jury-rigged can is almost laughable. we're free to laugh at other unfortunate deaths, even of the desperate and desolate--the man who drown in human shit? that's real. three people, actually, died. one man trying to retrieve his cell phone, and two desperate family members trying to save their drowning son or at least retrieve his body. it became a headline. a joke. they drowned in a toilet. how funny. three lives lost to become a headline. but feel pity for the rich. feel pity for the rich. it's not funny when they die. how horrible of a death, when it's those that can pay $250,000 for it.

#tomi talks #tw gore mention #tw death #fucking telling me I can't laugh at billionaires setting up for their own demise #as if people aren't out there joking about the Titanic itself #about the people who died in a flood of molasses #etc. like of course we joke about it. #do you want everyone to simply be eaten alive by the concept of mortality? #anyway sorry for the very Man In Black rant #but also it's who I am #how frivolous to fight for the right of the rich to die unmocked #when every ticking second we spend typing heralds the death of another normal person

[sapphiretanto]

(CW: Ranting/Venting; the fic I am talking about will not be named, nor will I give the author’s name away. Please send me a message if you want to know)

Did we even watch the same show? He’s not a caring, big brother? He’s a stick in the mud?

The only thing I’ll give you is that he’s full of himself… because he’s an idiot teenager with badass fighting skills and weapons. Of course he’s gonna be a cocky little shit. Most people with Leo’s skill would be.

I’m going to assume that you mean part of the time he’s full of himself. But if you mean all the time, then I’ll correct you there. More often than not, he is actually very insecure— a very common trait among the Leonardo’s.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be leading the team?”

“It’s all my fault. I let the guys down!”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again”

“I’d just hold you back. You guys train, I’ll watch. It’s all I’m good for anyway…”

“I’m a liability to the whole team”

“I won’t be much help out there anyway”

Leo is a perfectionist and this shows in the way he leads— coming across as bossy or arrogant— and how he treats himself. The guy just got out of a three-month coma after he had the shit kicked out of him and what does he say when he’s by himself after everyone else went to look for Raph in the woods?

He holds himself to impossibly high standards— both placed by himself and some of the misguided lessons he was taught.

Alright, now for the stick in the mud part. Leo is a fucking dork (I mean this in the most affectionate sense). He loves Space Heroes to the point where he quotes it during missions. He likes puns, is fascinated by Japan culture, martial arts, meditation, etc. He trains very hard to excel at ninjutsu/martial arts— both so he can help his brothers in combat and because it’s a passion of his. That doesn’t make him boring in the slightest. He has some of the most ridiculous dialogue throughout the series:

“Alright guys. Let’s put Old Mother Hubbard back in her cupboard!”

“Hello!? Space Heroes!? Captain Ryan! Didn’t you see the episode where they fought the Cortexecons?!”

“Awesome! Oh, this is so rad! I feel like Van Helsing, but way cooler than him, actually. Way more rad than Van Helsing”

“Alright guys, prepare to dish out the mighty wrath of justice!”

“We don’t know he’s gonna do anything bad. He could be on his way… to… church!”

“I… don’t really have a pinky?”

He can’t lie for shit which leads to him saying silly things:

“Be cool. Be cool.” *answers phone* “uh.. hey man! What’s… what’s going down? *Raph says they better have not watched the Crognard finale without him and Leo laughs nervously* W-who, us?! Of course not! But I bet if we did watch it, we would have found it anti-climate… climactic!”

*gets asked by Chloe if there’s other turtles like him* “Nope! Uh-uh! Just me! Mr. Imaginary Talking Turtle!”

“He’s just kidding, Mrs. O’Neil. Kirby’s…uh.. on a.. safari! In Puerto Rico! And he won’t be back for a while.”

And he’s not the goody-two shoes and suck up people think of him as. He has gone behind Splinter’s back on several occasions, snuck out both willingly and unwillingly. The guy dressed in black and caused petty crime with his sister and her girlfriend Shinigami because he was pissed off at Shredder.

As for not being a caring brother. You mean this guy?! This Leo?! ⬇️

Couldn’t be this Leo, right? There’s no way he’s a mother hen— being both doting and getting after his brothers.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!”

“Mikey, you never cease to amaze me”

“Leo never left your side” — April when Raph was reduced to a mere plant by The Creep

“I’m sorry about Spike, Raphael.”

“Donnie, don’t lose sight of who you are!”

“Nice job, D”

“Donnie, the go karts worked great. Nice job!”

“Mikey, come on! It’s not that bad! And Raph promises not to make fun of you anymore.”

Not the Leo that uses all his strength and stays behind in the Technodrome holding Kraang Prime so his brothers and April can escape. Not that Leo who while just barely awake after a coma goes after a mutated monster in the woods to get his family back. Not that Leo who forced himself to stay calm so the others can be calm while they go through the most insane shit, or cannot grieve in the moment because he has to ensure the rest of their safety, so his focus during missions and battle is scattered in different places. Because he couldn’t possibly help bandage their wounds, worry when they’re hurt and not give up on a family member. Not Leo preventing Donnie from straight up unaliving Don Vizioso because Leo doesn’t want his younger brother to do what he did and change him like it changed him. He doesn’t sacrifice himself over and over because he loves his brothers, right? Right??

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 leo #Mari rants #mari rambles #just say you didn’t watch 2012 and I’ll be fine with that #I seriously don’t understand what is so fucking difficult to grasp #Leo isn’t an asshole who is boring as hell #he doesn’t hate his brothers #he isn’t master splinters golden child or the favorite as much a you wanna think that #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donnie

[py-dreamer]

Long hair Macaque, my beloved-

No but srsly, one of my favourite designs is just long hair mac and in this au Mammy's figure is just mostly hair.

I was trying to recreate this screenshot:

Obviously there's some difference like I tend to draw a bit chibi (big heads) and I didn't want to make Mac's hair THAT voluminous-

I wanted to achieve sort of a gypsy vibe with these little skrimblos

AND THEN I FOUND THESE:

And I could NOT pass it up.

So yeah...

Oh! And I also gave the sparkly drip to their ears

(Sh!t I just realised, I forgot the shadow creatures... I'll see if I can add them in later)

I COULDN'T for the life of me figure out the hundred yard stare to match with Mac's sharp eyes (how I draw him) and not make it look goofy so I made them spoopy and glowing instead

I sadly don't have much to say about Bai He here since her black hair didn't leave that much room for shading in a darkened environment (I'm so sorry) And this piece was to show off Mac's design more anyway (I promise Bai He will get her spotlight)

(Also Bai He, nor Mk nor Macaque wears shoes. Wukong is the only one in the family who does and I find that funny)

But oh! The hair? Here comes the fun part

(No his hair isn't purple, I just used purple to shade here)

You see I WAS going to use black hair for this photo but i soon realised how much of a pain it was just to shade it (cause i couldn't) and I was just WISHING I could use his white fur instead

And then I realised....

The white fur could be his winter coat.

Some animal's shed their fur in the winter (I think some rabbits do) and grow a new coat, occasionally with a different colour.

Therefore I could make the white fur the winter coat and during the story, his fur could be black to show how much time has passed since Bai He last saw her Baba...

Mwuahahahahahhahahahaha I'm so evil

(I was very proud of myself)

(Also I know macaques don't grow winter coats but just let me have this one ok?)

And why doesn't Bai He have white fur as well then? Well maybe she's just a different kind of monkey or perhaps it's just an age thing.

Funnily enough, when I showed this to my friend, she said he looked heavenly which is funny cause. As much as I love him, Macaque is a smug bastard and he knows it.

Like I know a lot of it was due to trauma BUT STILL

I just personally dislike how the fandom sometimes makes him seem like he could do no wrong and he is "uwu delicate babygirl that needs to be protected at all costs" when this boi is fockin FERAL man.

So despite taking a bit of a back seat in the main plot for this au, Macaque is still a smug bastard behind the scenes as much as he is a good dad

(Gosh sorry for the rant, I just had that pent up for a while now and needed to get it off my chest)

I wanted to post this yesterday on Friday 13th but oh well,

I hope I achieved the mysterious spoopy vibes as the original lol

(Click photo for less sh!tty quality)

(Also pls reblog, as much as I really appreciate feedback in general, I really like this piece and want to show it to more people...)

Gosh we are on a roll with this Shadowalkers au huh?

#art #lmk #my beloved #pog champ #py's_art #lego monkie kid #lmk au #liu er mihou #lmk bai he #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #Shadowalkers au #monkey bai he #bai he will steal your kneecaps #macaque is bai he's dad #dad macaque #wolfwalkers #wolfwalkers au

[barsformars]

beautiful stranger

//

g - comfort, angst

p - san x reader

w.c - 959

t.w - none

a.n - a request by @choisansplushie sorry that it took awhile 🙏 but i hope that this piece comforts you a little and please know that you’re not alone. i had to put this on hold because something happened in my life too that had me in a very bad mental state but yk what we all will come out stronger! so here you go 🫶

//

san is not one to chase after someone crying down the streets of myeongdong, especially not with the not-very-discreet celebrity disguise of black hat, black mask and a manager who could pass off as his uncle. but he didn’t have it in him to completely ignore you when your bawling reminds him of the times his throat was choked up too. after getting permission from his manager, san quickened his steps to catch up to you.

“hey, sorry,” he called out, and you feel his firm hand on your shoulder. “it’s not my business but if you need to talk about it, i’m here right now.”

you can barely see the man through your swollen eyes and welled up tears but you can feel the warmth and sincerity seeping from every inch of him. you attempt to speak up in response but to no avail, the only sounds coming out from your mouth were cries from the depths of your soul, the tears not stopping even for a second.

luckily for you, san was very experienced in dealing with breakdowns of all kinds, the idol industry is incredibly and unimaginably stressful for everyone involved. he reached into his pocket for a packet of tissues and pulled a couple of sheets out, stopping you right before your fists rubbed your eyes again. san placed the tissues in your hand, though they quickly dampened too. it ached his heart.

“s-sorry.” your apology sounded more like a squeak. san immediately reassured you that there was nothing you should feel bad for right now.

“why are you crying all alone here? would you like me to keep you accompany you?” he offered once more, not caring how nosy he probably sounded. you gave him little nods, too embarrassed to admit that you needed someone because you were indeed very lonely. san gestured for his manager to get a bottle of water for you, the dehydration after a good crying session always gives him a major headache.

the three of you relocated to a quieter area of the neighbourhood and found a bench to sit. you accepted the bottle of water gratefully and san watched as you gulped it down, praising you as you finished it.

you decided to share your troubles with the kind man, after all you have been desperately needing a listening ear. it’s not that you didn’t have anyone else to turn to, but your friends and family tend to care too much. they give you unsolicited advice and nag at you when all you are asking for is someone to listen and support silently. and he did just that, nodding and validating your feelings through your rant.

“thank you for sharing it with me, even though i am nobody but a stranger to you,” san said, “i wish i could say that you can call me the next time you are crying alone but due to certain circumstances i unfortunately cannot. i really hope you find someone who will always be there by your side.”

you responded with a tight-lipped smile, you had thought he would be that person for you.

san removed a ring from his finger and passed it to you, “oh, i want you to have this.”

you squinted at the ring design, and the accessory itself, confused.

“it’s a butterfly,” san explained, picking up the ring and pointing out the design to you, “do you see it?”

“i guess,” you replied with a slight laugh, it was maybe a very abstract butterfly. maybe, if you squint hard enough.

“hey! don’t laugh, i really treasure this ring a lot.” the man whined, you bet that he was pouting under his mask.

“i’m not laughing, just amused,” you promised. he was definitely still pouting.

“anyways, i want to give it to you because you remind me of a butterfly. i know times are hard now, and you may feel stuck in life but i guarantee you, hard work will never betray you. i believe, and i know that your time will come and you will emerge as a very beautiful butterfly.”

you felt tears threatening to pour out again, you haven’t heard such reassurance in a really long time and you didn’t know how much you needed to hear this from someone. this man was like an angel sent down from heaven, you can’t believe such a kind soul is just walking around on earth like that.

“will i ever get to see you again?” you asked, hopeful.

“i think you will, you’re my nabi, my butterfly,” san whispered to you, as if it was a little secret his manager was not supposed to know about. “when you’re strong on your feet again, i want to know how you’re doing.”

the two of you parted ways shortly after that, and you thought that it was impossible to ever see him again. there are almost 8 billion people in the world, what are the chances? but like the man himself, a miracle happened when you opened up social media the next morning and saw fan’s sightings of your favourite idol in myeongdong.

theres no way, you thought. yet the outfit the man last night wore was identical to choi san’s, and on hindsight, his voice did sound extremely similar.

you turned to look at the ring on your nightstand and a smile tugged at your lips. you were going to keep this magical encounter a secret from everyone, and you were going to get back up on your feet before you ever let yourself meet him again. but this time, as a fan and not a crying stranger.

#ateez #ateez writings #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez fanfics #ateez blurbs #ateez drabbles #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez san #san angst #san fluff

[queer-n-here]

hi! It's me again from that Poe request :) I wanted to say thank you very much for doing my request! I loved it so much and you're an amazing writer, keep it up! but if you don't mind again, I have another :")) {you can ignore this by the way if u wanna I don't mind <3}

Same as before with Poe, but reader who very much is affectionate with Poe only than anyone else and only clings onto him and his attention (also reader likes to attach himself to hug Poe from behind when he's talking to someone)

your free to do my request anytime you like! (Keep up the good work!!)

Haiyah, thanks man! It's them compliments that always make my day! And y'all here on Tumblr are like, too nice. I do all the requests I receive y'know, unless they go explicitly against my 'morals' (I sound like Kunikida, hell)

It might take me some time, but if you've sent me a req and I've received it, I'll 100% do it!

Also, MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOW IS MY CHANCE TO WRITE FLUFF! YOU SHALL BOW BEFORE MY ABILITY; 'FLUFF ON TOP' MUAHAHAHA-

*Clears throat* Um, sorry. Anyways, here's the fic, hope you like it! It's a little short, though!

Contents: Jealous Clingy Reader x Edgar Allen Poe

Warnings: Fluff, slight (non-existent) mentions of sex.

Fluff HCs for Poe

Poe needs a clingy boyfriend, and you cannot convince me otherwise.

When he's overworking himself in his study, too caught up in his novel to keep track of time, he needs you, who'll go up to him and pick him up from his chair and carry him to the bed for cuddles, making him smile at you reluctantly.

When he's outside, maybe picking up some food for Karl, you go and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling his back up against your chest and putting your chin on his shoulder. He splutters and blushes, hissing that you two are in public, but you remind him what he was talking about before you intervened, and he gets distracted enough to let you enjoy him in your arms.

Sometimes you casually wrap your arms around Poe, even as he's talking to someone else, and bury your face into the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling his neck and planting soft kisses against his pale skin.

Poe acts like he doesn't like it, but even as he tries to pull away from your embrace at times, you can see how red the back of his neck and ears have gotten. It's cute, you think.

And then one day, while you're being even more clingy than usual (if that's even possible) during a date at a park, Poe suddenly raises a hand and waves at someone.

You looked up, squinting to search for the receiver of this greeting, and Poe starts walking away, towards whoever he'd been waving at. You follow, slightly sulking at his sudden shift of attention.

It turns out to be some detective. As Poe introduces you two, you faintly remember that this man, Ranpo, is the very same as the one Poe goes into long rants about.

How... Interesting.

You greet Ranpo with a nod, and Poe strikes up a conversation. Standing just a little behind Poe so that he can't see your expression, you glare down at Ranpo, your face full of black lines.

How dare he interrupt your date?

I mean, sure, it was Poe who reached out, but doesn't Ranpo know how to decline? Does he not have that function in his brain?

But Poe is smiling, talking excitedly and gesturing with his hands the way he does when he's having fun, so you lessen the intensity of your glare, and turn your head away to sulk instead.

It's Ranpo who breaks the conversation in the end, saying that he's out on some 'Agency business' and that he can't stay any longer.

You take Poe back to your shared house, and kiss him till he's aroused and wants to do it.

And that's how your day ends.

I mean, at this point, your clinginess is making Karl's life hell, too.

Whenever the poor raccoon tries to sit on Poe's shoulder, or just go up and get Poe's attention, you're standing right there in his way, arms wrapped around Poe's waist and eyes sharp as they glare at Karl.

How can you be jealous of a raccoon? Make it make sense.

And Poe, damn, he's obsessed with the feeling of your warmth around him, the way you hold him so close it gives him the butterflies. You're so gentle around him, you've got him convinced that he's breakable.

He knows he's the only one who receives this treatment from you. He's seen the way you look at other people, only half glances because they're just not important enough for you to care. He's seen you get angry, too, like that time you two were out to watch a movie and someone tried to cut in line before him. You look scary when you're angry, to put in simply.

And honestly? He loves every moment of it, even if he'd rather jump off a cliff than admit it.

What he doesn't know is that he doesn't need to. You see the way he leans into your touch, even while complaining about how clingy you are. You feel the way he nestles into you, no tension in his body as he can just relax. You perceive how he looks so assured whenever you're there, arms wrapped around him and peppering kisses on his face.

I mean, isn't that the sole reason you do it? Because he loves getting pampered and coddled even if doesn't want to admit it?

#dom male reader #top male reader #dom reader #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub character #sub character x you #sub poe x you #sub poe #sub edgar allen poe #sub edgar allen poe x you #fluff #bsd fluff

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hey Tate how do you feel about Buggy The Clown w/ a black s/o? Spicy headcannons are welcomed😮‍💨

A/N: Buggy w a ponytail made me feel things so yes…yes indeed I will post about it.

Buggy with a Black Girlfriend Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

SFW

He found you so attractive when he saw you pls

He has never seen a woman like you and wants you on his team asap

I’m sorry but he seems like the type to call you “Exotic Looking” KSBDJDKSKSJS

HE MEANS NO HARM I SWEAR

He lets you braid his hair a lot. He seen you put in box braids on yourself once and has asked for it as well but you just gave him two braids going back

He actually looked kinda hot

Omg can someone draw that pls or else I will

He calls you sweetcheeks or darling a lot

He annoys the absolute daylights out of you. lIKE A WHOLE LOT HE ANNOYS YOU ALOT

When he is bored he plays in your curls/braids/locs ALOT trying to style it

He pokes you ALOT too

He just really loves annoying you

You actually never called his nose big because you know how he gets but you keep it in the back of your mind just in case he really pisses you off

A cute little quirk about him is that he always tries to find ways to impress you just like when he first met you.

He has told you about Shanks and his hate for him but honestly you thought he was talking about his ex

You thought he was gay for a second before you two dated but he swore up and down he wasn’t because he was act trying to confess to you

“I’m only gay for you!”

“But I’m a woman”

“THATS NOT THE POINT!”

When Mihawk or Crocodile is around all three of y’all bully Buggy and a few times you three played Mr. Potato with his body because he made you mad.

“So can I detach Your penis and put it on your head?”

“WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT?!”

“Because you’re a dickhead.”

Crocodile: I like her.

Anyways though he loves talking to you. He doesn’t even care if you respond or not as long as he knows you’re listening to him rant or just speak whatever is on his mind he loves talking to you

He loves hearing about your culture or religion too. If you embrace it he will have dumb little questions about it but never disrespect you or make you feel ashamed in what you believe in

You make him carry you a lot. A whole lot.

He hates it at first but once you tell him about how strong he is he’ll do whatever you want and more

He wants you to wear clown paint very badly at least once

He has blown up buildings out of anger because you made him mad.

NSFW

Okay the first time Buggy went down on your He accidentally but your clit REALLY hard so you grabbed his head, detached it, and threw it across the room.

You didn’t talk to him for a week

Buggy tries he really tries to be romantic. He has asked Mihawk for advice but it went horribly and ended the night with you aiding to his burn wounds because a candle fell on him during dinner

When he gets needy he pokes your ass a lot

He’s really good with his fingers? He swears he doesn’t know what he is doing when he fingers you but your don’t care nor complain

He has a playlist when he wants to fuck you.

Usually has a rose in his mouth.

And no he will not stop

PULL HIS HAIR

He won’t openly tell you what he wants but trust pulling his hair is one of em

He likes a dom woman :( he loves you being on top and doing whatever you want to his body

He loves having his neck kissed. He’s just so sensitive there

His favorite position is 69. He loves your ass

Btw he is an ass man

It took a while for him to open up to you for sex but he made up for it with his amazing stroke game. You don’t know wtf he learned his loves from but you’re grateful for it

Buggy’s dream is to have sex with you on a pile of money…you really don’t know why and he won’t elaborate further but he just wants to

#buggy the clown #buggy x y/n #buggy x reader #captain buggy #buggy one piece #one piece buggy #one piece headcanons #one piece #one piece smut #black reader #one piece x female reader

[unclewaynemunson]

Jeff is one of my favorite characters and I think we should start a post of all our favorite Jeff headcanons. He and Freak get left out in almost every Eddie-centric fic I read, with his "best friend" being either Gareth or Chrissy, and I'm tired of it. Jeff is wonderful. Here's my hc's:

- Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. They started CC and Hellfire together.

- they went to the Snowball together and rigged the bubble machine to spew bubbles during the slow dance songs. The dance had to end early and Jeff and Eddie never got caught

- Jeff's parents loves Eddie. They used to have sleepovers at each other's place almost every weekend.

- Jeff was the first person Eddie came out to. Jeff tried to be surprised and "that's great, man, thanks for telling me!" But Eddie saw right through that.

- Eddie is afraid of geese and spiders. Jeff thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- post-Vecna, Jeff is the one Eddie reconnects with first. Eddie tells him everything, despite the NDAs and Steve's warnings. Jeff believes him, because he knows there's wacky shit going on in Hawkins, and he's seen Eddie's wounds.

- they have that kind of friendship that nothing can break. Even if they don't see or talk to each other for years, because Life Happens and people lose touch, they'll always have part of themselves carved out for their best friend.

Ok, that's all I got for now, and sorry for the long ask! I just love Jeff so much and he (and Freak, too, because Freak gets ignored because of fatphobia) deserves just as much love and attention as Gareth gets.

What are your Jeff and Eddie headcanons?

I am loving this Jeff love and your headcanons, thank you so much for sending this to me!!! <3

I think with Unnamed Freak things are a bit different bc, yaknow, he doesn't have a name. For me at least that makes me hesitant to write about him so I don't wanna go as far as to say it's all bc he's fat (even though I'm not gonna deny that that probably also plays a part in how popular he is in this fandom urgh). Anyway, yes this fandom certainly does Jeff dirty. I think it's this gross combination of racism and people copying a lot from already existing stories, characterizations and headcanons without much critical thinking of their own (which baffles me, if you're creative enough to write a story please use that creativity for some originality ffs). Anyway, this is gonna turn into a rant again can you tell I'm still annoyed? so let's turn to something more positive now, like my headcanons for our beloved Jeff:

He was the first person in Hawkins (after Wayne obviously) that Eddie got close to. For Jeff it was kinda the same, being a black, nerdy boy in this town had been very isolating for him and Eddie was his first real friend.

Unnamed Freak made their duo into a trio a bit later. All the others in the group (including Gareth) were Eddie's "lost little sheepies" who he sought out to protect. This means that Jeff and Unnamed Freak are the only people who don't borderline worship Eddie but see him (and love him) for who he is including all his flaws. They're also the only ones not afraid to call him out on his bullshit.

Jeff's mom is really cool. Her name is Pauline and she's not like Jeff at all (she was a cheerleader in high school). Despite their differences they love each other a lot. (Jeff's mom is actually heavily featured in one of the fics I wrote so I got her all fleshed out lmao)

He has two little twin sisters. They're friends with Erica, one of them is one of her friends we meet in the mall in s3. He has this typical hate-love relationship with his sisters: they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, he would die for them.

HE'S BISEXUAL

While he can't wait to get out of Hawkins and to a place that'll be more accepting of him, he doesn't want to move too far away from his family.

He's the most loyal friend in the world, 100% a ride-or-die kinda guy

While he does love metal a lot, his guilty pleasure is Tina Turner

Tell me all your Jeff headcanons i wanna hear more about him!

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #jeff stranger things #corroded coffin #stranger things

[eberine]

etho is very much a trans woman to me. It took her a veryyy long time to have even an inkling she was trans and then a lot of prodding from outside sources to actually figure it out all the way. She wears a ton of layers for dysphoria reasons (even before she knew what dysphoria was) like the mask, jacket, etc etc, and mostly just keeps her face and body obscured rather than do anything to change her appearance. Her partners (and also the surprising amount of people that just show up and flirt with her) think they have it great during the period just after she comes out because they have a much broader arsenal of things they can say to make her flustered. But then when she realizes she actually enjoys figuring out fashion and appearance related stuff and gets very gender-euphoria-y and confident in her appearance in the same way she's confident in like. her redstone machines it's all over for them because originally the dynamic was 'we are very endeared and in love with etho and it's very cute when she gets embarrassed or flustered by flirting' but it becomes 'we are very endeared and in love with etho and she is suddenly very pretty and she is aware of this and not to flustered to flirt back.' Anyways I think she would love wearing red and black dresses with lots of shiny bits and I think she'd try to figure out how to chemically produce her own estrogen

sorry for ranting abt trans ethoslab in your asks but i project onto that man

no no- you’re ALL GOOD!!!

i really like transfem etho headcanons, and self projecting is VERY AMAZING TOO!!! she’d be an absolute cutie in dresses fr. your ask kinda came in at an appropriate time, because i had previously drawn transfem etho for an art request!!

(and you mentioned about etho’s partners, who are they?? i am SO CURIOUS ON UR ETHOSHIPPING OPINIONS AAAA) (btw i believe in t4t cletho!!!! even better when you shine the beam of sapphicism on them <3)

#eber responds #ethoslab #hermitcraft #life series #hermitcraft headcanons

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labyrinth

EDIT: i fucked up and forgot to add a pic and it won’t let me so. yeah. also i fixed the out of order mistake i’m so sorry😭

ONCE AGAIN THE OC JORDAN IS NOT MINE‼️‼️‼️ it’s the dearest @kotoprincesa !!

hey…life…am i right?

yeah hopefully you saw the post LMFAO ya boy has had a weird week

i’m sorry this is a short one but like i said shit is crazy

i rlly hope i’ll have time to write tomorrow 😭

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AND SINCE THIS IS LATE IM GONNA FINALLY TELL U HOW EVERYONE GOT THEIR NICKNAMES FROM BKG MWAHAHA YES:

Sero-tape arms/soy sauce:

1. tape arms is from when it was their freshmen year of high school, and sero once got RLLY drunk at some senior’s party….anyways he got tied up by a bunch of girls. with tape. (yes he did cry as the gang ripped off the tape) fun fact!! Jordan was actually at that party (their cousin was the hostess) and was the one who told the bakusquad abt him getting taped up!

2. soy sauce is from the very first prank Kaminari did on the channel where he gave sero a glass of soy sauce but told him it was coke (sero didn’t speak to him for three days afterwards)

Mina-pinky/raccoon eyes:

pinky is like rlly obvious she has pink hair, BUT raccoon eyes is a much more funny story! you see, just like her lover; kirishima, she too had a sort of…alt-y phase. in her case, she experimented with black clothing but more importantly, black eyeshadow. like. a LOT. kirishima thought it was the CUTEST thing ever and was low key upset when she stopped doing it💀

Kirishima-weird hair/shitty hair/spiky:

he just had a rlly bad haircut when they came back to school for their sophomore year, it was legit like how teen guys had it in the early 2000s-gelled up into spikes 🫥

Kaminari-Sparky:

he tried rewiring their broken fan in college. got electrocuted. went to the hospital. yeah.

Hitoshi-eyebags:

he may not get sleep now, but it was RLLY bad their jr year of high school dear GOD. everyone would have to FIGHT him to get him to go to sleep, even putting that powder melatonin in his drinks 😭😭 (it was actually kats’ idea :(( such a sweetie)

Shoto-IcyHot:

shoto had this…phase…half way thru sophomore year of high school where he would over work himself with sports/work that he would literally put on icyhot every. single. day. (it drove EVERYONE crazy but no one dared to say anything)

Jirou-headphones:

ALL throughout high school jirou always had her headphones in. there wasn’t one time where she wasn’t listening to music and bkg being the old man he is thought it was “incredibly rude” and “disrespectful” (karma is a bitch tho bc after this HIS nickname was old man)

Momo-ponytail:

yeah the gang wasn’t kidding when momo went thru an INTENSE ponytail phase like she would gel it and everything😭😭😭the girls would be begging for momo just to keep it down or else she’ll keep getting called jojo siwa by the freshmen

Iida-four eyes/glasses:

….uh it’s kinda obvious LMFAO

Ochako-pink cheeks:

so bkg and ochako were actually #besties after they put their differences aside (after bkg apologized to izuku) and she would ALWAYS go to him and rant abt her crush on Iida. so, as “revenge” he would call her pink cheeks whenever she was talking to Iida. HOWEVER that so backfired on him bc the nickname made iida think bkg liked ochako (he also noticed their newest infatuation w/each other) and iida one day went to bkg to tell him HE liked ochako and was like “i see that you and ochako have made a new relationship, but i just need to tell you i have feelings for ochako.” anyways. bkg was going thru new anger management stuff and he had to take VERY deep breaths in order not to lose his shit LMFAO

Izuku-Nerd:

….do i really need to say anything? 🤨🤨

hope you enjoyed that! thank you for the wait i love u guys 🫶🫶🫶

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fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- you know it’s bad when kats is up at 1AM

- ain’t i a genius for that thomas the train gossip account? huh? hm?

- Jordan keeps their man in CHECK (they love each other) and Sero is half scared, and the other half find it very sexy

- also when i wrote that part all i could think of is that one song “walk him like a dog sis” because toshi and Jordan got that covered

- do u like mina and kiri’s users😇😇 idk if i do but whatever

- that gc has…some stuff in it. mainly just all the things of bakugou’s the gang has taken, broken, or lost LMFAO

- toshi and kam are just so cute i’m throwing up sobbing rn

- kiri always scowls at “unnecessary” language but then cusses too… double standards (he has never once called out mina tho HA)

- i feel like i’ve said this before but i need to say it again; i just KNOW in my SOUL kiri uses the laughing emoji

- sero and kam are mina’s ultimate hype men

- kacchan and deku-bed friends forever!

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[electric-rabbits]

re ur tags on that bruce springsteen tweet - if you ever wanna make a post abt ur thoughts on bruce and presenting masculinity, id love to hear em

Oh, you shouldn't support me on this, they are way too many thoughts and I don't even know if I can put them into words; but I guess this is that post now. Thank you for showing interest, and sorry in advance lmao. Listen, Springsteen is the fucking epitome of butchnes, and funnily enough, he is so in a queer way. None of this is me claiming Springsteen is queer at all, but his presentation of masculinity is something very intentional, and it comes from a need to subvert the kind of masculinity he grew up around. It's quite literally a performance, his stage persona, and it's simultaneously a homage and a challenge to the idea of salt-of-the-earth, alpha manliness that he could never really achieve in real life. As I've seen a post on tumblr say once, he's queer in much the same way that Dolly Parton is queer- as in, they aren't, but the gays still see themselves on them. Both are camp, in the sense that both are very intentionally playing the part of their gender to an almost artificial level; something queer people know all too well. Because being butch for a cis man is usually just conforming to masculinity, it's about being cool and big and strong and all muscles; but being butch to anyone else is a sort of challenge. It's about proving yourself, while at the same time subverting the notions of gender and, especially, of masculinity, and turning it into something uniquely yours. In this sense, Springsteen talks about his stage persona as this one-dimensional shell of coolness that hides the complexities of being a man; of being kind and sensitive and of loving those around you openly and loudly. In a way, his masculinity is a mix of everything his father was and everything he wished his father had been; of all the ways their identities clashed while he was looking for his own self. If he makes sure to look incredibly masculine on stage while he sings about the problems of America, the harshness of capitalism, about love and fear and beauty; if he's really butch while Clarence Clemons holds him in his arms and kisses him on the lips; it's at least a little bit about challenging his father. A man who forcibly shaved his long hair while he was immobilized because his son was looking too feminine. And Springsteen's presentation of masculinity has other layers, not the least of which being the fact that it's a very blue collar, working class type of masculinity. His leather jackets and blue jeans and white t-shirts became a staple of the cool guy look, sure; but they came from growing up at a factory town, from being raised by a working man with the ideals of the 1950's and a very strict idea of what Being a Man means. Because life is tough, and to be a man you need to be tougher. But there's also the context in which he started making his art. He was a kid, and he had a band, and he quickly found out that the places where that was seen as a good thing were the ones filled with other outcasts. So he made a career of singing at coastal bars and in gay clubs and of writing about those different lives, and eventually he found the E Street Band and met Clarence who "opened up the doors of soul for a poor white guy", and so both blackness and queerness influenced his very specific, and still very universally recognizable, version of masculinity. It's all intentional, and it's all much more complex than it might seem at first glance. Anyways, sorry for ranting, I just have a lot of feelings about Bruce Springsteen and about masculinity as a performance.

#bruce springsteen #i really have way too many thoughts about this #but springsteen's manliness is to dolly parton's femininity as wrestling is to drag. I cant explain it but. yeah. gender performances.

[bored-writer101]

Friday The 13th (2009) Clay Miller X Reader

A/N: i love horror movies sm so you can understand my surprise when i was watching the friday the 13th remake and jared padalecki showed up on screen😂 i wanted to do a rewrite of this movie after the first time i watched it. of course when i went back to finish it, they had taken the movie off of netflix so i had to rent it😂😭 by anyway! i hope you all enjoy! :) (female reader)

Warnings: this is a rewrite of a rated r horror movie so decent amount of gore and swearing

Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

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You hopped off the back of Clay's motorcycle, following him into the dingy gas station. He walked up to talk to the clerk while you glanced around the store. You didn't find anything you wanted, so you walked over to stand next to Clay.

"She's gone missing, about a month and a half ago," he said as he pulled the missing posters out of his backpack, "would you mind if I maybe just put a flyer in the window or something?"

"Oh, I heard about that. That's sad. If it was up to me, you could wallpaper the whole place with them," as the clerk spoke, the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm, and Clay waved him off before turning back to the clerk, "but the owner makes the rules. And he's a real-" the man made a honking noise as he raised his eyebrows high on his forehead, implying that the owner was an asshole.

You and Clay both gave him a confused look, "um, well, is he here? Maybe I could talk to him. Maybe if he understood the situation-" the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm again, and you both turned to look at him.

"Um, you gonna buy something? I mean, you've been up here for quite a while yapping, so..." you glared daggers at him; you could not believe the audacity of this guy.

"Um, sure. Yeah," Clay said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side before you could tell the guy off.

"Thanks. We'll have two waters and some gas," the guy said to the clerk once the two of you were out of the way.

"Guess I'm an asshole" Clay muttered loud enough for the guy to hear, while you continued to glare.

"You okay bro? Is everything good?" the guy asked with smug smile.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks. But I'm not your bro" Clay replied.

"So you don't want be friends? You don't wanna hang out?" the guy teased, chuckling to himself.

"You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you," you said angrily.

Clay squeezed your hand, and you glanced up at him. He gave you a look you knew all too well, one that told you to stop while you were ahead. You only rolled your eyes at him before going back to glaring at the guy.

"Let it go, Trent," the girl next to Trent placed a hand on his arm, trying to diffuse the situation.

"It's not me. This guys being a dick," you and Clay both scoffed at him.

"Yeah, it's me. Obviously, I'm the one being a dick" Clay said sarcastically, "sir, thank you very much anyways" Clay said politely to the clerk.

"Yep" the clerk replied with a tight lipped smile.

"I'm sorry," the girl said to Clay as you walked past.

"Thank you" Clay replied quietly before he gently tugged you out of the gas station.

You let go of Clay's hand to grab the helmet sitting on the back of his motorcycle, "god, that clerk was such a condescending jerk! How much you wanna bet he was the owner? And that fucking dickhead too! What is it with the people around here?" you ranted, annoyed.

You looked up when Clay didn't respond. You saw him taping a flyer to the back of a black SUV you hadn't noticed before. There weren't any other vehicles, so it must have belonged to the dickhead guy. You chuckled.

"What?" you only shook your head at him with a smile before putting your helmet on.

Clay swung his leg over the seat of his motorcycle, and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You watched Trent and the rest of his buddies get back into their car. One of the guys got into the trunk, reaching up and pulling it shut. You watched them drive away, Whitney's missing poster stuck to the trunk.

Clay kicked the ignition and you felt the engine rumble to life beneath you before he pulled out of the parking lot. You were only on the road for a few minutes when a cop car flashed it's lights behind you. You felt Clay's chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh as he pulled off to the side of the road. You leaned back slightly and quickly ripped off your helmet.

"Do you know why we're getting pulled over?" you questioned him, "is it cause you're not wearing a helmet? I've told you a million times-"

He cut you off, "it's not that. Just let me do the talking, alright?"

You heard a car door open and close behind you, "welcome back, Clay," the police officer called out as he started walking over.

"You mean that, Officer Bracke?" Clay replied sarcastically.

"And I see you brought a friend this time," the officer said as he approached. He sighed as he pulled off his large aviators, and you knew he was going to try to sympathize, "son, I know you think we're not on your side, that we're just a bunch of dumb country hicks out here."

'That's putting it lightly,' you thought.

"I put two, ten year veterans on that case. We did three dozen interviews and ran a county wide search for your sister. You know how many thousands of people disappear every year, even in this state alone? There's no evidence that anything happened to Whitney or any of those other kids at Crystal Lake," the cop explained, and you rolled your eyes, not caring if he saw.

"There's no car, no witnesses. Nothing. One of those kids was her boyfriend, right?"

"Right," Clay replied with a nod.

"Well, they probably just took off together," it was taking all your self control to not start yelling.

Clay scoffed, "our mother just died of cancer. Did I tell you that?"

"No, sir."

"Well, she did. She was sick for a long time and Whitney took care of her every single day. And then my sister didn't show up for the funeral. See, you just don't know my sister. That's not possible," Clay explained.

"Well, she's not here, son. I would suggest taking your friend here, and try looking someplace else. That's what the other families are doing," the cop said as he placed his aviators back on his face, having used up all the sympathy he had for that day.

The cop turned and started walking back towards his cruiser, and you waited until you heard the car door shut before speaking, "what the actual fuck. The people around here continue to amaze me," you said as the cop drove past.

You looked up at Clay when he didn't say anything, or make a move to start his bike. You could see his jaw was clenched. He stared at the cop car as it drove down the the road, slowly becoming a small dot on the horizon.

"Are you okay?" you asked as you hugged him tight, leaning onto his shoulder.

"I'm fine."

You sighed, knowing that he was far from fine, "I'm sorry, honey. She's here, and we're gonna find her," you said before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," he said softly.

He kicked the ignition on and waited for you to put your helmet back on before pulling onto the road. The cop car had already faded away in the distance. You hoped you wouldn't be seeing him again.

The sun was still high in the sky even though it felt like you had been out all day. It wasn't sweltering hot, but with no cloud cover the sun was beating down on you. The only breeze you were getting was when Clay was speeding down the road.

You were surrounded by cornfields and farmland on either side. There weren't many houses around, and there were many miles in between each one. It took many minutes of driving before you made it to the next house. Clay pulled up and parked at the end of the dirt path that led to the front door. You looked around at the junk scattered in the front yard as the two of you got off Clay's bike. You got a sense of unease as goosebumps spread across your skin. You noticed Clay walking up the path towards the house, and you hurried to catch up with him. You gripped his arm once you were walking next to him. He chuckled as he glanced down at you.

"What? You scared?" he teased you.

"Uh, of course I am! What kind of a question is that?..." your voice trailed off as you continued to scan your surroundings.

"Hello?" Clay called out as you approached the door.

The front door was open, but the screen door was shut and locked. You had full view into the house through the glass. You could see into a cluttered kitchen. There was a large wreath hanging on the side of the fridge.

"Hello?" Clay called out again before knocking on the door a few times.

After a few seconds of silence, you spoke up, "looks like no ones home. Let's get the hell out of here," you let go of his arm to wrap your arms around yourself.

"Hold on, I'm gonna leave a flyer."

"Good idea, but hurry up, please."

Clay knelt down to open his backpack and get a flyer out. As he did this, an all black dog jumped up on the screen door, barking loudly. You both jumped back, you letting out a loud, "shit!" as you reached for Clay.

"Christ!" he exclaimed as the two of you watched the medium sized dog jump at the door while continuing to bark.

The dog growled as an older lady with graying hair came to the door. She grabbed the dogs collar and opened the door, an angry scowl on her face. You gripped Clays jacket tightly as you stood somewhat behind him.

"I just wanted to ask you a question" the dog barked again, startling both you and Clay.

"Hush!" the woman yelled at the dog.

"I wanted to ask you, um, if maybe you've seen somebody. My sister" Clay said shakily as he held up the flyer, "she came camping up around here with some friends and she's gone missing," the woman looked down at the flyer before looking back up at Clay.

"She ain't missing. She's dead," she said, matter of factly.

"What?"

"People go missing around here, they're gone for good. Outsiders come, they don't know where to walk. They bring trouble. We just wanna be left alone! And so does he," the lady explained.

"So does who?" Clay asked.

She didn't answer, she just reached out and pulled door closed.

"Ma'am, please. So does who?" she ignored Clay's plea, instead she turned and walked back into her house, pulling the dog along with her.

You looked up at Clay, who looked down at you with a terrified and confused expression, "what the hell do you think she was talking about?" he muttered as the two of you turned and began walking back toward his motorcycle.

"I don't know. Some local legend, maybe? I think every towns got 'em," Clay chewed at the nail on his thumb anxiously, "she doesn't know anything. She probably got told some scary story as a kid because all these small town hicks don't like 'outsiders.' We're gonna keep looking until we find Whitney," you reassured him.

Clay nodded as he leaned back against his back, still chewing on his nail. You sighed deeply as you walked to stand in front of him.

"What now?" you asked.

"We keep driving. Hit every house we see. Then we can try to search the camp," you nodded before the two of you got back onto his motorcycle.

You drove a ways down the road, the sun was starting to get low in the sky as you parked in front of a large, red barn. You could hear some sort of machinery buzzing inside. Clay hopped of the motorcycle, setting his backpack down before pulling off his jacket. You quickly snatched it from him, wrapping it around you. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a lopsided smile.

"You stay here this time, yeah?" you nodded, not wanting to deal with anymore weird country folk.

He leaned in and kissed you quick before turning and walking into the barn. After about a minute he came walking back out, and you heard somebody yelling from the barn. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you stood up. You saw Clay walking back over to you.

"What was that all about?" you asked, and he shook his head.

"Just another weirdo. Let's go."

The next house you pulled up to looked somewhat normal, so you walked with Clay up to the front door. It was a large vacation looking cabin. You knocked while Clay reached down to pull a flyer from his backpack.

"Hi, we're sorry to bother you. We're looking for someone and..." your voice trailed off as you recognized the girl in the doorway; ur was the girl from the gas station.

"Hey" she said, also recognizing the two of you.

You smiled and nodded back as a greeting.

"No luck?" she asked with a frown.

"No. No, not yet"

"May I?" she asked, reaching out for the flyer.

"Yeah" Clay said as he handed it to her.

"She's pretty."

"Thanks" Clay said quietly.

"Do you guys wanna come in for a second, grab a drink?" she asked.

"Uh..." you and Clay glanced at each other before looking back at her, " I don't think your boyfriend would like that too much" you nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry about it. He'll be fine" you and Clay glanced at each other again before you shrugged.

"Thanks" Clay said with a smile.

The two of you stepped into the house, the girl closing the door behind you. You followed her into what looked like the living room. You saw two guys sitting at at table eating, and another girl holding up a video camera. She pointed it over at the two of you, but you could see her aim it at Clay. You felt jealously begin to boil in your gut, but it didn't have long to simmer. The guy from before came out from the kitchen.

"Hey, Trent, uh, you remember..." she trailed off as she gestured to the two of you.

"Clay," he said.

"Y/N," you squeaked out, feeling a mix of anger and jealously.

Trent did not look too happy with the two of you, "Of course I remember Clay and Y/N. Why are they in my house?"

"Hey, new guy, and new girl. Beer?" the girl who was previously holding the video camera held out a beer can in both hands.

"No, no," Trent put out a hand to stop her before you could snap at her, "they've gotta get going. You got flyers to pass out, right?" you bit the inside of your cheek as to not flip out on this douchebag.

"Yeah," Clay said simply, "right"

"Look, if you're hungry, we-" Trent cut his girlfriend off.

"Okay. Look, Clay, Y/N, obviously she's just trying to be nice. But you two can't stay here. No offense, but this is a private party. I don't know you."

"No, you don't know us." Clay said.

"That's so funny, I just said that. Like two seconds ago, that I don't know you. I would probably leave soon before I get pissed off and you know..." Trent trailed off, and you stifled your laughter.

"Yeah?" Clay egged him on.

"Yeah," he replied sternly.

"What happens then?" Clay continued to antagonize him.

"Hey, look. Take it easy, Trent, all right?" the girl stepped between the boys, pressing a hand to Trent's chest, "I'll just- I'll walk you out, the three of you turned and walked toward the door.

"Jenna. Jenna, come on. Where are you going?" Trent called out, but she ignored him as she slammed the door behind her.

"Sorry about that" Jenna said to you.

"That's alright. It's his house, you know?" Clay said.

"Where's your car?" she asked as she looked around.

"I do not have a car, but I do have her" he said, as you walked up to his motorcycle.

"Nice!"

"Thanks"

"I bet she's fast. My uncle used to have a bike just like this."

"Oh, yeah. She goes real fast," Clay responded with a chuckle.

"So where you off to next?" Jenna asked after a moment of silence.

"Well, we haven't been to the other side of the lake yet, so we were probably gonna go check that out," Clay told her.

"You guys want some company?" she asked, and you could see the pleading look in her eyes.

You glanced at Clay before looking back at her, "we'd love some company," you told her.

Instead of taking his motorcycle, Jenna suggested you walk down the trail that circles the lake. You happily agreed and the three of you made your way toward the trail. You walked on Clay's right, while Jenna walked on his left. You walked in silence for a bit before Jenna spoke up.

"So you and your sister must be pretty close?"

"Yeah, we were pretty close when we were younger. But we kinda drifted, you know. I mean, I bailed when I was 17, and she stayed with my mom. Um, she kind of had to, I guess. I don't know, she's always been the responsible one" Clay explained.

"So, when's the last time you talked to her?" Jenna asked.

"Uh, about six months ago. We got into a fight, actually. She uh, she called and said she wanted to see me. Said she was counting on me, and I never showed."

"Hold on," you said as you knelt down on the side of the trail.

You picked up the object from the ground, twirling it around in your hands. Clay and Jenna came over too look over your shoulder at what you had found.

"What is that?" Jenna asked.

Clay leaned down and you handed it to him, "it's a GPS," he said as you stood back up and continued walking.

Clay handed it back to you after examining it more closely. The screen was cracked and it wouldn't turn on. You shoved it into your back pocket and continued down the trail. You walked a few more minutes before coming across the entrance to a camp. The sign above the entrance read CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE in fading white pain. You felt yourself shiver as you read the words, and you hugged Clay's jacket tighter around you.

The three of you searched all the old cabins. They were decrepit and dusty. All the old furniture was still there. The bunk beds and dressers, old lamps and toys. It was eerie to see all of the old things. You wondered how long it had been since camp had actually been held here.

The sun had set by the time you had searched almost all the cabins. Fortunately, Clay had packed two flashlights in his backpack. You gave yours to Jenna, as you could see the fear is her eyes. You did your best to stay close to Clay.

"Let's just check out this last cabin, then we'll head back" Clay said as you walked toward the final cabin.

The cabin was just as old and dirty as the rest. There were dirty baby dolls and other toys scattered all over the floor, along with the the bunk beds that were falling apart. A matted teddy bear in the corner of the room made you want to turn back for the door.

"You really should call the police" Jenna said, and you turned and hurried over to them when you realized they had moved a room over.

"I've already called. They're not looking for her anymore. No one is, except for us" Clay replied.

"Then they should look harder because-" Jenna was cut off by the floorboards breaking underneath her foot, she gasped is surprise, "ow!" she cried out as her foot fell a few inches to the dirt ground below.

"You all right?" you asked as you reached your hand out for hers.

"I'm okay, I'm okay" she lifted her foot out of the hole, bringing it up to rub her ankle.

"You sure?" Clay asked.

She nodded, "yeah."

Clay reached down and picked up a dirt crusted baby doll from out of the hole in the floor.

"Please put that nasty ass thing down," you said, and he promptly threw the doll back on the floor.

"Let's get out of here," you nodded at his words.

"Yes please."

The three of you quickly made your way out of the cabin. You walked down the dirt path until Clay's flashlight began to flicker before turning off completely.

"Give me a sec, I gotta change my batteries," Clay said as he stopped to kneel down and get some batteries out of his backpack.

Jenna shined her flashlight down so he could see while you scanned your surroundings. Surprisingly, there were still some lights on the outside of the cabins that still worked. It didn't help much in illuminating the camp, though. Suddenly, you heard rustling in the distance behind you. The three of your heads shot toward the noise.

"Someone's coming," Clay said before he got up and grabbed your hand.

"Oh shit. Let's go" Jenna said, grabbing onto your arm.

Clay pulled the two of you along to a canoe holder a few feet away. You helped Jenna slide underneath before you followed quickly behind. Clay squished himself next to you and the three of you laid there silently. Jenna held a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing. A tall, shadowy figure came walking down the main trail that cut through the whole camp. You couldn't make out many details in the darkness, but as they approached Clay's discarded backpack, it looked like a body bag was slung over their shoulder. You held tightly onto Clay's arm as you did your best to keep your breathing steady.

The figure walked up to Clay's backpack, and threw what they had been carrying to the ground with a loud thump. Now you were certain it was a dead body as you stared at the bloody stump where their head used to be. Your eyes widened and your hand flew to your mouth to stop the scream rising in your throat. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You held on tighter to Clay's arm, surely leaving imprints in his skin.

You saw the figure pick up Clay's backpack before tossing it back down. They then turned and walked off. You didn't know what he was doing at first, but it didn't matter. Clay quickly slid out from underneath the canoes and reached down to pull you out. You helped him yank Jenna out before the three of you then ran quietly to hide behind a nearby tree. You saw that whoever it was had turned on a large spotlight before walking back over to where you had been previously hiding. They angrily ripped the canoes off their holders, throwing them to the ground haphazardly. They looked around for a few seconds before they lifted the body back up and threw it over their shoulder. They grabbed Clay's backpack with their free hand and started walking towards one of the cabins.

"Wheres he going?" Clay whispered as he crept towards another tree, trying to keep the figure in sight.

"Oh my god. We gotta go," Jenna whispered frantically, but Clay shushed her.

"I gotta follow him," you grabbed Clays arm.

"Are you insane?!" you whisper yelled at him.

"He had a dead body. We gotta go. We gotta warn my friends," Jenna added.

"Jenna's right, we need to get the fuck out of here."

"Okay, okay" Clay said as he turned to follow you and Jenna.

You crept around quietly until you were a few cabins down, the. you started running. The three of you sprinted out of the camp, Jenna leading while you ran behind her. Clay took up the rear as you made your way back towards the house. You had only made it about half way when Jenna tripped over something in front of you. You stopped and helped her up.

"You okay?" Clay asked her.

"Yeah" she replied, breathlessly.

"What the hell is that?" you asked as you knelt down next to Clay.

He pulled up in a string that was at about ankle height across the path. Jenna grabbed your arm and tugged you up.

"Come on, let's go."

You continued running down the trail, following close behind Jenna. You ran for what felt like hours. Your heart continued to pound loudly in your ears as you struggled to breath. You crossed over a small bridge, a landmark that told you that you were getting close. You forced your legs to keep moving as you could see the house come into view.

"Thank god" you muttered, using the last of your strength to make it to the house.

You ran up the steps to the back of the house. Jenna shoved it open and the three of you rushed inside. Jenna went into the living room while Clay slammed the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief as you turned the lock.

"Shit! You scared the piss out of me," one of the guys from earlier exclaimed.

Your relief was short lived as you remembered who's house you were in. Clay looked out the glass of the doors, scanning the tree line to make sure that person wasn't following you. You stood next to him with your hands cupped up against the glass as you peered out into the moonlight night.

"Where is everybody? T-There's a guy out there carrying a dead body!" Jenna told her friend.

"We need to find a phone," Clay muttered to you, "Jenna, where's the phone?" he asked her.

"Uh, I-I don't know. Over there?" she pointed toward the kitchen.

"You fucking with me cause I'm high? That's totally not cool cause I just finished smoking, okay?" Jenna's friend asked shakily.

Your eyes darted everywhere searching for the landline. You spotted it on the counter and you jogged over to pick it up. Clay was close behind as you picked it up off the receiver and passed it to him with shaky hands. He quickly dialed 911.

"Hi, I'd like to report a homicide. Uh, Clay Miller. Yeah, I'm at a house by Crystal lake. It's... Yeah, that's it. Hurry," he said into the phone before hanging up, "they said they're sending someone," he said to the room as he sped walked back over to the back door; you followed him close behind.

"Police?" you noticed Jenna's friend holding a bright purple bong in his hand, and you let out a sort laugh.

"Yeah," Clay replied as he brushed past the guy.

"Where is everybody else?" Jenna asked again.

"I don't know. I've been here all day. Chelsea and Nolan left, like, hours ago to the lake," the guy explained as was getting increasingly more panicked.

"Well, what about Trent? Bree?"

"They're in the bedroom."

You glanced over when you heard him say that, and Jenna gave you an annoyed look.

"Uh oh," you muttered, wondering if you'd have to deal with a breakup in the middle of all this shit.

"What?" Clay asked you franticly, not paying attention to anything else but keeping watch.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing" you assured him as you turned back to look out the window.

Jenna came back after a minute without Trent or Bree. Now you really hated this guy. You were just about to go over and ask if she needed you to get Clay to break the door down, when all the lights in the house went out.

"Oh fuck" you muttered.

"Who's messing with the lights?" you heard Trent yell as he walked into the living room.

"Oh shit. Chewie's still out there," you heard Jenna's friend say.

You watched Clay put the phone to his ear before shaking his head, "phones dead. Jenna, do you have a cell phone? Do you have anything?"

"No, nothing has signal" she told him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Trent yelled as him and who you guessed was Bree walked into the living room.

"Trent-" Jenna tried to stop him, but he ignored her, continuing to yell over her.

"Get the fuck out!" he yelled at you.

"Easy" Clay yelled back.

"They're just trying to help us!" Jenna pleaded.

"Oh and you, you leave with them for eight hours, fucking all over the woods? You know what? Why don't you get the fuck out too?" Trent said angrily to Jenna.

You were running off so much adrenaline at that point that you couldn't stop the words that came out of your mouth, "are you fucking kidding me, bro? You say that like you and Bree weren't just up there fucking! We've been dealing with a murderer, so maybe you should shut the fuck up!" you truly didn't care what these people thought of you, so the burning embarrassment you thought would follow your rant, never came.

Clay backed you up, yelling just as loud, if not louder, "listen, dumb shit! There's a bigger problem-" Trent cut Clay off by pushing him back.

"Are you serious? There is a killer out there! He's the one who cut the lights!" Clay shouted as Jenna stepped in front of Trent.

You didn't make a move to stop Clay. You honestly wanted him to knock this guy out. You'd rather do it yourself, but it would be just as satisfying watching Clay knock the guy to the floor.

"Trent, don't you get it? Chelsea and Nolan never came back," Jenna continued to plead with Trent, "Lawrence, what are you doing?" Jenna questioned her friend as he grabbed a hanging frying pan from off its hook and headed for the back door.

"My boys still out there. I'm gonna go get him" he replied.

"That's a really bad idea, dude," you told him.

"Yeah, don't go out there. Please" Clay pleaded with him.

"Look, I told you, all right? You can't get a handle on me. I'll surprise you every time," he said with a confident smirk before heading out the back door.

'He's fucking dead,' you thought as you shook your head.

"Guys this is bullshit. The power goes out here all the time" Trent said after all of you had waited for Lawrence in silence for a while.

Suddenly, you heard screams in the distance.

"Help me!" you heard Lawrence scream from outside, "help! Help me! Please, help me!"

"Lawrence," Jenna said before running toward the back door.

Clay stepped in front of her put his hands out to stop her, "no, no, no. You can't go out there."

"We have to help him." she said.

"No, we can't-"

You cut Clay off, "he's just using your friend as bait. He wants us to go out, because the second we do, he's gonna get us too.

"Look, you don't know that," Trent said, but the shake in his voice told you that he wasn't so sure.

"Jesus, where are the police?" Bree cried out before walking into the kitchen out of view.

You could still hear Lawrence screaming for help in the distance, "I can't move!"

"Look, we have to help him," Jenna said, but you just shook your head no.

You all stood there in silence, other than Lawrence's screams, "I can't die like this! Help me, please! Trent!" you wanted to help him, but what help would you be to him dead?

"Somebody has to do something! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Bree yelled frantically as she began to sob.

You heard one final scream from outside, then nothing. All you could hear now were the sounds of Bree sobbing. Jenna reluctantly turned and walked over to where Bree was sat on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest.

"Everything's going to be okay. The cops are on their way" Jenna said to Bree as she knelt down next to her.

"You hear that?" you whispered to Clay.

He nodded, "yeah. Nothing."

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized Lawrence was most likely dead. The realization made your heart begin to pound loudly in your ears again. You couldn't hear anything over the thumping as the events of the last few hours flashed through your mind. You felt warm hands on your shoulders before being turned to the left.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Clay asked you with a concerned look on his face.

"Y-Yeah," you lied.

"Listen to me. I am not going to let anything happen to you. We are both gonna get out of this alive," he told you firmly, but still being gentle with you at the same time.

You nodded furiously as the tears began to well up in your eyes. Clay wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He held you close, rubbing your back softly as you sniffed, trying to keep the tears in. You jumped when you heard sudden banging, and you turned to see Trent walking up the stairs. You also noticed the phone lying in pieces on the ground.

"W-What are you doing?" Clay asked him

Trent ignored him, continuing up the stairs. Bree went up after him soon after. You and Clay went back over to look out the back doors. Jenna came over and stood next to you, handing both of you a flashlight.

A few minutes passed when a knocking on the door made Jenna jump and let out a gasp. Clay shushed her. The three of you stood still as statues.

"Police!" you heard someone yell from the door.

"Oh, thank god" Jenna said as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding it.

"Go, go" Clay ushered you to the front door.

"Police, open up!"

Jenna pushed the curtain back to the window next to the door. Before you could pull the door open, a sharp object came through it, the tip of it just barely missing your eye. You were frozen in fear as Jenna screamed and sprinted away from the door.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Go, go, go" Clay grabbed you but the waist and yanked you away from the door.

You were snapped out of your shock and the three of you ran up the stairs and into the first room you found. Clay ran over to shut any open windows.

"Get the door," Clay said.

"Okay, shit," Jenna muttered as you both turned; she let out a short scream when Trent appeared in the door way, making you jump slightly.

"What are you doing? Is he in the house?" Trent asked.

"He killed the cop" Jenna told him.

Trent cocked the pistol he was holding.

"What the fuck, you've got a gun? Let's go, now!" Clay gestured toward the gun then out the door.

You rushed quickly out of the room. Suddenly, Trent stopped and turned to shoot a few shots into the closet.

"For fucks sake!" you yelled as your hands flew up to cover your ears.

"Jesus! What are you doing!? Give me the gun!" Clay yelled at him.

You heard a thud inside the next room to your right.

"Someone's in there," Jenna said with a shake in her voice.

Clay pushed you and Jenna back as Trent turned around started shooting blindly at the closed door.

"Check it out" Clay ordered him.

Trent walked slowly toward the door before turning the handle and attempting to push it open. It seemed like something was in the way, but after one final push, it opened. Trent leaned in to check before he quickly out and shut the door.

"Bree's dead. He killed Bree!" he shouted before turning and running down the stairs.

The three of you followed him down the stairs and to the front door. Clay unlocked it and pulled the door open.

"Holy fuck" you heard the shake in your own voice as you saw the cop; a fire poker had been jabbed through his eye, and you shuddered at the fact that you could have suffered a similar fate. Clay patted down the cop, in hopes of finding anything useful.

"There's no gun, no keys, nothing. Let's go," you ran toward the cop car and Trent tried opening the passenger door with no luck.

You followed Clay to his motorcycle, "where are the keys?" he asked as he searched around for them.

"I don't know!" you replied, continuing to frantically search the ground for them.

"Help! We got officers down!" you heard Trent yell into what you assumed was the cops radio.

"My keys are gone. Where are my keys? Are they in my jacket?" you shoved your hands into the pockets of his jacket that you were wearing, finding them empty.

"No, I don't know where they are!"

"Hey Jenna, fuck these two. Let's get out of here!" Trent turned to grab at the radio again when suddenly, Bree's dead body fell on top of the hood of the cop car; the windshield shattered as Trent began to scream.

Jenna screamed too as Clay began pushing both of you you, "go, go, go!" he repeated as he pushed you toward the woods.

You ran down the trail that went around the lake, and back toward the camp. You jogged the way you had went earlier that day. When you got to the entrance of the camp, Clay led you off on a side path you hadn't noticed before.

"He was headed this way. Come on" you followed Clay to the large cabin you saw the figure walking towards earlier.

You snuck your way inside. Clay led as you held onto his hand tightly, your other arm linked with Jenna's as you crept through the cabin. The place was a decaying mess, just like the rest of the cabins had been. This one was bigger though, and it looked like it had been a counselor cabin. The more you looked around, the more it looked like someone's actual house. As you were walking through the house, you thought you heard distant, muffled screaming.

Clay stopped, seemingly he had heard it too, "did you hear that?" Clay asked and you nodded.

"What was that?" Clay shushed Jenna, and the three of you stood there in silence for a moment.

You heard another scream and it sounded like it came from below you.

"What the fuck..." Clay muttered as he began pushing debris aside with his foot. He used the small pickaxe tool he had found earlier to pull open what seemed to be some sort of basement or cellar door.

You shined your flashlight down to see that it was only a few feet deep. Clay dropped down into the hole before helping you and Jenna down. You crouched down and crawled into what looked like old mining tunnels. They were cluttered with old camping equipment, and other random junk. There was the occasional lantern hung up to keep the tunnels lit.

You walked quietly through the tunnels before coming to a fork. Clay looked at both of his options before turning down the right path.

"This way," Clay said before leading the way down the long tunnel.

The tunnel led to another cluttered area. Off to the right, you saw Whitney chained up and sat on a dirty mattress on the floor.

"Clay? Y/N?" she said in disbelief.

"Whitney? Whitney!" Clay said as he rushed over to her.

"Oh my god, Whitney!" you exclaimed as you followed him.

You were surprised to see her still alive. You were beyond thankful, but after seeing that headless body, your hope of finding her had diminished greatly.

"Thank god," Clay knelt down and hugged her.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he held her close.

"Yeah. Thank god," she echoed.

"You're okay. You're okay. Oh god," he said as he pulled away, holding her face in his hands.

You knelt down next to her and looked down at the chains holding her in place.

"Just get me out of here," Whitney begged.

"We will, we're gonna get you out of here" you told her as you aimed the flashlight down so Clay could see.

"Come on, you guys, let's go," Jenna said frantically from behind you.

"Can you break it? Just break it," Whitney said.

Clay picked up his pickaxe and Whitney held her hands up on a box next to her. You reached over and helped to keep her hands apart and steady. It was a futile effort, as all your hand were shaking.

"Hold still" Clay told her.

"Please hurry," Whitney cried.

Clay reared back then whacked the pickaxe down, missing the chain.

"We gotta get out of here" you heard Jenna whimper from behind you.

"I don't wanna hit you," he said, worriedly.

"Just fucking do it!" Whitney said.

"Okay, okay" Clay took another swing, missing again.

You heard a loud thud in the distance.

"Oh god" Whitney whispered.

One more swing and Clay broke the chain.

"You guys, I can see him. He's coming," Jenna said as she ran back toward you.

"We gotta go," you said as you stood up.

"Grab onto me," Clay told Whitney as he wrapped his arm around her middle.

You helped him lift her up off the ground and the four of you started running down the tunnel, the opposite way of which you came. You ran a few minutes before Jenna stopped in front of you.

"It's a dead end. What are we gonna do?" you heard her say as you saw the end of the tunnel, "Clay?Hurry," Jenna pleaded as he looked around for a way out.

"Here. Here!" Clay pushed on a grate that was above you; he pulled and yanked on it but it wouldn't budge.

He looked down in front of him at a pile of boxes, "we can get through here," you and Clay knocked them down to reveal a small opening in the dirt wall.

"Follow me," Clay said before he crawled in first.

He turned around and stuck his hand out to Whitney, and you ushered her inside. You quickly followed, taking Clay's hand and letting him pull you in. You turned around to help Jenna.

"Give me your hand, Jenna. Come on hurry. Okay, I got you," Clay said as he grabbed Jenna's hand.

Before you could pull her all the way in, a machete was plunged through Jennas chest. Whitney screamed as you all fell back.

"Oh my- fuck! Jesus, god, no," Clay tried to grab Jenna's outstretched hand.

"Clay no, come on. Clay!" Whitney said as you both tried to pull him back.

"Oh, fuck" he muttered as the blade was pulled back out of Jenna, and the man pushed her lifeless body to the side.

"She's gone Clay, we gotta go!" you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

You ran down the tunnel as fast as you could. As you were running, Whitney accidentally kicked a box with her foot, knocking over a lantern. You heard it shatter on the ground and the loud whoosh of the flames you felt the heat behind you. You hoped that would slow the bastard down.

"Look. I think this might be a way out" Whitney said as you reached a wooden ladder leading up.

Clay climbed up, pushing floorboards out of the way, "alright. Let's go. Come on. Hurry," Clay said once he decided the coast was clear.

You let Whitney go up first, checking behind you as she climbed up the rickety ladder. Clay pulled her up before reaching down to help you.

"Come on," you climbed up and reached out for his hand, letting him pull you up and out of the hole, "let's go," he said as he turned and started walking.

You quickly realized you were in an overturned bus. Clay walked to the other end of it with you and Whitney close behind. The door to leave was above you, and Clay yanked and hit at it to get it open.

"Shit, it's stuck," Clay muttered.

Finally he was able to yank on the handle and it squeaked open. Clay climbed out before reaching down to help you.

"Give me your hand!" Clay called down to you.

You helped push Whitney up and out of the hole as she reached for Clays hand.

"On three. One, two-" before he could finish, something pulled him back.

"Run! Whitney, Y/N, get-" he was cut off as he was yanked away.

"Clay!" Whitney yelled.

"Clay!" you echoed her.

"Stop it!" Whitney yelled as Clays head was smashed through a window above you.

"No! Clay!" you looked up and saw the man who had been terrorizing you; his face was covered by a hockey mask, but you could see his wide eyes staring down at you.

"Shit. Shit, what do we do?" Whitney cried.

"We hide. Move, move" you pushed her toward the other end of the bus.

Whitney climbed up onto a small ledge above the hole you just came out of. You crouched down to the left behind a row of bus seats at the very back of the bus. You stayed quiet as the man walked slowly over to the hole before looking down into it.

"Fuck you," you heard Whitney spit.

You peeled out from your hiding spot to watch her use both her feet to kick him backwards, causing him to fall into the hole.

She hopped off the ledge, tripping and falling face first on the floor. The man came up out of the hole and grabbed onto Whitney's ankle. She screamed as she tried to crawl froward. Her nails scraped along the metal of the bus. She kicked at the man's face, but he didn't let go. She continued to scream as you looked around for anything to help. You noticed a plank and your feet, and you lifted it up over his head. You brought it down hard, knocking him down into the hole and forcing him to release his grip on Whitney's ankle. You jumped over the hole and helped Whitney to her feet as you heard creaking above you.

"Y/N! Whitney!" Clay yelled from above you.

"Clay!" Whitney called back, running toward the other end of the bus, you close behind.

The rain started to pour down onto the three of you as Clay helped you out of the bus. You helped push Whitney up before Clay pulled you up. He helped the two of you hop off the side of the bus before you started running off into the woods as the rain soaked through your clothes. You ran for awhile before coming across the barn you had stopped at earlier in the day. Clay made sure the coast was clear before waving you over.

"Hide" Clay whispered as you stepped into the cluttered barn.

Whitney grabbed onto your hand and pulled you to the left, the two of you crouching down behind a pile of random junk. Clay walked further into barn as you knelt down behind some boxes with Whitney. Suddenly you heard a loud crash. You couldn't see their fight from where you were crouched down. Whitney stood up slightly and peeked out to watch. You waited a few seconds before looking over her shoulder.

The man pulled out his machete and swung it at Clay. Your whole body tensed as Clay dodged the blade and pushed the masked man back into the wall. He was quick to flip Clay around and slam him against a huge wood chipper. It whirred to life, and you recognized it to be the machinery you had heard earlier that day. The man threw Clay to the floor before picking him back up by his hair, pushing his head toward the spinning blades of the wood chipper.

"Shit, Whitney, we have to do something or he's gonna kill Clay," Whitney looked like she was thinking before she stood up and walked to the center of the barn.

"Whitney, wait!" you whisper yelled, but she didn't listen.

You stayed hidden, looking around for some kind of weapon. You saw a metal baseball bat lying in the grassy floor next to you. You picked it up and readied yourself to run out if you needed to.

"Jason," Whitney called out.

You watched him turn and look at her. She held something up, it looked like a necklace of some sort. You peered out and watched the killer throw Clay to the ground.

"It's okay," Whitney said as she began to walk closer to him, "you can stop now. It's okay," you didn't know what the hell she was doing, but it was too late to stop her now.

You watched Clay charge him, hitting him with something in his back. You stood and rushed over as Clay wrapped chain around his neck. Whitney took the other end of the chain and threw it into the wood chipper. The chain got stuck, and yanked Jason into the air by his neck. He thrashed around in the air, trying to get free, with no luck. Clay walked around him and back over to you and Whitney.

Suddenly, the board snapped that the chain was wrapped around snapped, causing Jason to fall to the floor. He quickly got back up, grabbing a piece of the broken wood and hitting Clay across the face with it. He went flying backwards until he hit the wall of the barn, falling to the floor. Jason then turned and hit you in the stomach, causing you to fly backwards too. You landed in a pile of junk, every part of your body aching.

"Y/N!?" you only groaned in pain as you felt a pair of hands grab you, "Y/N! Are you okay?" Clay pulled you up and into his arms.

"I don't know" he held you up as he helped you walk back towards Whitney.

You looked over and saw Jason, laying back against the wood chipper, covered in blood with a machete in his chest. You then looked over at Clay, who had a cut on his left cheek. You reached up and cupped his cheek gently. You also noticed the bruise already forming on his chin where he had been hit with the plank of wood.

"Can you stand?" he asked you.

You nodded as you tried to put your weight back into your wobbly legs, "I think so. Let's get out of here, leave this for someone else."

"What if he..." Whitney trailed off.

"He won't. There's no way. Let's just get the hell out of here!"

Whitney nodded in agreement. The three of you started to head out of the barn, Clay keeping you upright with an arm around your middle. Whitney was on your either side, holding you up as well.

You couldn't help but take one last look behind you, and you could have sworn you saw him twitch. You ignored it, telling yourself that it was finally over.

"I told you we'd make it out alive," Clay said with a weak smile.

"I told you we'd find Whitney," you kissed his cheek before doing the same to Whitney, and she chuckled, which made smile.

#friday the 13th #friday the 13th movie #friday the 13th 2009 #clay miller #clay miller x reader #jason vorhees #female reader #friday the 13th x reader #friday the 13th 2009 x reader #x reader #userbored-writer101 #jared padalecki #jared padalecki character x reader #jared padalecki character

[roxo-moxo]

TW: Vent/Rant

Really hot take but there are times I think the vivziepop antis are no better than the stans/fans.

I will say this now but I am no way a Viv stan. I think she is a really sketchy individual and I don't recommend anyone to start working for her if there starting to get into the animation industry. Not to mention I have very strong mixed feelings about her work, but anyways...

There are a lot of valid criticisms about vivzie's writing but the one that kind of annoys me is that people say it has "vulger humor" or "they swear too much". And they do trust me, but I noticed that a large handful of these anti's are fans of South Part, It's Always Sunny or basically any other adult show that has vulger humor or lots of swear words as the main point of jokes. I feel like some (keyword SOME) criticism on the shows feel rooted in misogyny and hypocrisy. Not saying anything when a man writes dark/vulger humor like this but everyone goes crazy when a woman (Vivzie in this case) writes the same thing. But it's not always like this. There are just some people who just don't like dark humor in general and critisize the show for that. Which I think is valid, humor is very subjective but here's the thing. Humor IS subjective! There are people (including myself) who enjoy black/dark comedy that involve vulger humor, but there are Anti's who think that it's just a plane fact that dark humor is the worst and anyone who thinks it isn't should be canceled off the face of the earth. Acting like there literally isn't a warning at the beginning of EVERY EPISODE explaining all the horrible unholy things there about to witness in this adult oriented show that is made for a specific audience who have a specific taste in comedy. Like I'm so sorry you opinion isn't gospel. Then there are viv antis who just hate on some fans just because they like the show. I seen a strong few HB fans who were doxxed, harassed, and sent death threats over the fact they posted something about there silly little demon show that they like. Like, isn't that what some Vivzie stans do to you guys that your so agenst, the guys you claim to be better than?

Ok one more thing before I go to bed I find it funny how viv anti's get so mad when stans stalk there accounts (which guys don't do that) but then proceed to stalk all of Viv's accounts and comment something negative about her every move she makes.

Sorry I just had to rant/vent for a bit. There may be things in here I may have interpreted or some people may see the wrong or negative way, and I'm sorry of you do. I'm just upset with drama and people getting hurt for seemingly harmless opinions.

#vent #rant #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss #Hazbin hotel #im so fucking tired #i hate the internet

[serene-sun]

𝕸𝖞 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖘 🪽

(Kinktober days 4-6, DOMSUB/OMEGA VERSE)

Pairing: Cardinal copia x cirrus x cumulus

Warnings: shit uhhhhh ALLOT, pussy eating, why am I putting a warning…yiur gonna love it anyways you sluts

A/n: first time writing omegaverse so I'm very sorry if you cringe! Remember that these three days will be discussion over this topic…inbox is open and anon is an option!

“My sweet…innocent angels. You have never upset your Cardinal, ever.” Copia clicked his tongue, his shoe tapping the pink rug. He had his hand on his hip and his eyes looking down on the two girls menacingly.

“But today I am very displeased with the two of you!” He exclaimed as he huffed. His hand gripped the magazine harder, the pages bunching up and almost ripping.

Cirrus and Cumulus were sitting on the floor of their shared room amongst what was left of a successful slumber party. The sisters of sin were already off to bed before Copia angrily knocked on the door and came to confront them.

“What were you thinking? Having such blasphemy?” Copia ranted, “And to be reading it amongst sisters of sin?”

Cirrus had taken it from Aether and mountains room while searching for a certain item. Her eyes lit up when she found it tucked away under mountains pillow, it smelt like both ghouls.

They had so much fun looking at each page with the siblings of sin at their sleepovers until it went missing one minute and then the other copia was there with it in his hand.

“We’re sorry papa.” Cumulus guiltily apologized.

“The truth is…sodo placed it under our pillows and we didn’t know what to do.” Cirrus lied, she knew Sodo was just too good of a target to ignore.

Copia hummed, and he began flipping through the pages. “And how do these images make you feel, girls?” He asked with his rich voice.

Cumulus rubbed her thighs together at the question, “Good.” He breathed out.

Cirrus took a deep breath, that heated feeling in her abdomen made her chest feel cold. She puffed up some, making her breasts more visible, “wet.”

“I see.” Copia examined the ghoulettes with his one white eye, “I suppose, since you told the truth, you deserve a reward.”

The two girls looked at each other before looking back at Copia.

“Both of you, take off your clothes and give me your panties,” Copia instructed firmly as he took off his belt.

Cumulus followed, she took off her lace bra and her silky red panties. She folded them nicely before Copia took them and shoved them into his pocket.

Cirrus discarded her baby doll lingerie before she handed him the black lace panties that joined the other pair.

Copia admired both of their naked forms with a smirk, he took off his pants and button-up before letting his cock bob up at the tension.

Cirrus blushed, she kept her thighs close together to hide the seeping heat.

Cumulus gripped her plush thighs, unable to think straight.

“Let your cardinal see those pink pussys hmm?” He said as he got to his knees in front of the girls.

They shared a lustful glance before both ghoulettes spread their legs wide for him.

“Mm, yes this will do nicely.” He said as he took a gloved hand to slide up both of their wet cunts.

Cumulus whimpered as his middle finger sunk into her tight heat. Then Cirrus shared the same energy as her tight hole was prodded at.

“C-Cardinal.” The girls whined as he added another finger and began thrusting in and out of their wet holes quickly.

His two fingers glazed over their tight squishy walls as they brushed against their cervix. His thumb trailed up to push down on their aching clits. The hood pushed back against their groin at the friction. Their soft trimmed hair smoothed over his soaking-wet gloves.

The man started quickening his pace as he watched their breasts bounce with every push on their body.

Cumulus clenched on his two fingers, hot liquid squirting out of her cunt. It made a beautiful scene as it painted his glove with white glossy female cum.

Cirrus watched in agony, her orgasm washing over her as he fingered her.

The room was almost foggy with hot breath as Copia took off his gloves. He laid them to the side as he grabbed his erection and started grinding it against the ghoulettes cheek.

“Did that magazine make you realize how powerless and small you are?” Copia chimed as his tip pushed against Cumulus’s lips.

The girl nodded, her clit twitching. “I needed someone….some.” She tried to speak before Copia cut her off by shoving his thick girth deep into her wet cavern. “An alpha? Someone to ease those pitiful mating calls?” He answered her.

Cirrus crawled above cumulus and Copia began lapping up the arousal dripping from her cunt.

Both girls shrieked.

Cumulus wrapped her long forked tongue around his base before using it to jerk his cock off in her mouth.

Copias lips wrapped around her clit, and he sucked on it harshly until she was squirming around. He then used his hands to spread her gaping hole, he kissed her opening before thrusting his tongue inside.

Cumulus licked the tip of his cock before she softly gagged as he pushed it deeper down her throat. His tip was a little passed the back of her throat as her mouth was full of his cock. She felt his heavy balls against her chin, and his strong cologne filled her senses as her nose met his bushy hair.

Cirrus bit her lip, and Copia's tongue went back to her clit as it circled the hard bud. His tongue danced with her clit as he used his two fingers to push back her hood.

Her hands buried themselves in his slicked-back hair as her thighs met his cheeks. “I’m so close.” She mumbled.

Cumulus licked up his length again before his tip released his hot sperm down her throat. She struggled to breathe until he leaned back. She sucked on his cock, milking every drop of that much-needed arousal. When Copia pulled out of her mouth, his erection let a few more drops spill onto her soft cheeks.

Cirrus gasped as she felt her second orgasm spasm across her body. Her cum was quickly licked up by Copia as he swallowed it with a smile, “My good girl's pussy, always so delicious.” He grinned, arousal slicking up his mustache and sideburns.

Copia leaned back, grabbed his base, and tapped it against Cumulus’s lips one more time as more droplets of cum coated her pink lips.

“Does your cunt still need more pleasure?” He growled into her ear as he licked up her neck, “Or do you still need a male to mate you?”

Cumulus shook her head, she whimpered at the sound of his voice.

Copia groaned, “My sweet angels, always so good for their master. No magazine can ease that burden of heat, can it?”

“My sweet innocent angels.”

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[peachiemilkytea]

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Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

Summary: On her day off from FredBear Diner, (Y/n) hangs out with her long time best friend Cheryl Jo. At a frozen yogurt restaurant, rumors and gossip come up about her boss, William Afton. Though trouble arises with old high school classmates. At the perfect time, Henry calls her with a task.

Parings: Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Warning: slow burn!! Mention of the F slur (guys I’m lgbtq) , strangers to enemies to friends to lovers?? Catcalling, coming of age, vulgar language, (Y/n) is mentioned throughout this

WC: 39k

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Skating along the pavement, you can hear everyone talking and cars pass by. The sounds of music coming from my Walkman on my hip. Cheryl and I are getting frozen yogurt. I turned off my walkman and stopped in front of Tutti Frutti's Frozen Yogurt. The jingle bell on the door dinged as I pushed open the door and walked in.

The restaurant walls were light blue and white edges, a white and black tile floor, a pink counter, white countertops, An isle side counter reaching to the end of the other wall, white tables with swivel chairs and pink padded seats. The windows made more light come into the room and they had little ice cream stickers and letters. In one of the seats was a beautiful redheaded girl, short hair curling up and outwards, side bangs curled, dark mahogany eyes, curled lashes and thin plucked eyebrows, and red tinted lips. Shined pearls around her neck, a collared baby pink short sleeved dress, a white belt, and black heels. She turned my way and waved exaggeratedly. I gave her a small smile. “What took you so long?" Cheryl said with an excited smile.

Cheryl Jo, she's always so chipper. When I was sitting on a bench at school for lunch. Yeah I was alone taking up the whole seat with my legs and using my backpack as a pillow. Then Cheryl came up behind me and read the comic book, Vampirella, over my shoulder. Surprisingly the bimbo girl knew about it and ranted to me about the series. Till the two of us were reading it together. It became our routine to see each other at that bench for a while. I miss school even though I graduated. Cheryl is... a bimbo. But she's my bimbette so what can I say? She's very bubbly and chipper. Though she lacks intelligence she has emotional intelligence. In my opinion emotional intelligence is greater than all others. She always gets what she wants but she always takes care of me. She's always there and spoils me. Weirdly enough, she'll get guilty when I give her things but she's always the one spoiling me. Think of a glam being your complete opposite and being your all time best friend. She has a big heart and not a smart brain, but that's okay.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry Cher. I almost hit an old lady on the way here! She's okay though but still!" I said sitting in the seat in front of her flipping my brown flannel back to provide more open space. I leaned my cheek on my hand with my elbow on the table. “Okay anyway, I have some gossip! So I ran into this B-boy at a party I was at. He was necking me and stayed with me the whole night. Saying all the things I wanted to hear right? Then Messila had a drink spilled on her because of this spaz who was fighting with her over some stupid jock. I'm like ugh girls were out of high school and he's in his senior year, grow up and get a real man. I had to leave B-boy and help Messila. Then oh my god I saw Simon making out with John. I don't care what people say they are so cute together. Elton ended up drinking too much and tried flirting with me but I pushed him off like this and yelled 'As if!' He ended up puking all over the pool table. Then B-boy and I met up again. He drove me home. He was just the sweetest!" Cheryl ranted with her wild hand movements and this light in her eye.

Her stories were always so intriguing. You see Cheryl was fairly popular in high school. She was prom queen twice! That popularity stuck with her when high school ended. She'd go to college parties, hang out with important people, buy the most beautiful things, and so on. I'm surprised she's not stuck up for being like this. The movies are wrong about some people. “You got a lot going on. When do I get to meet this B-boy? Wait Elton from high school? The journalist? Those girls sound so immature. I always knew Simon and John had a thing for each other from the stories you told me. They always seemed so... fruity. Good for them! How's college going for you?" I asked, looking at the menu. I got paid by Henry so might as well get something. I'm kinda Henry and William's secretary. I just do whatever they tell me and get it done then I get paid.

"Beauty school has been stellar! I learned about highlights and lowlights, then we got to make solution and use bleach then use dye. The teachers were giving me a bad time cause I fucked up the shampoo or oh! You didn't make the solution right! Ugh. Lowlifes. I keep getting the lowest grades from them. It's like they hate me or something." Cheryl complained. I grabbed her menu and stacked it on top of mine. Getting up from my seat to put it away. She got up with me, leaving her purse at the table. Others got the hint it was our table. “I don't think they hate you, they can be hard on you but it's because they want the best for you when you're out in the real beauty world. I'll let you use me as your beauty project." I said positively. Pausing putting the menus on the counter in front of the cashier. He looked so sick of his job and wearing a stupid hat.

"Um hey, can I get a cookies n' cream swirl and a Royal red velvet please? Two larges." I ordered tugging the collar of my black AC/DC shirt. Fidgety. “That will be 2.25$" The cashier informed me. I handed him two bucks. I didn't even know Cheryl was still complaining next to me. I was too focused on ordering. I grabbed her hand and brought her back to our table. “About being my beauty project, do you mean it? Cause I'm free next week and I'd love to dress you up like my doll!" Cheryl said excitedly, holding the sides of her face. “Sure why not? Just give me a day and I'll see if I have work or not. But in exchange you have to do something for me." I said, leaning my elbow on the chair.

"Deal! You still work at that diner? Honestly, how haven't you started getting with one of those totally cute co-bosses yet?" Cheryl sighed on her palm looking up dreamily. She thinks everyone is attractive though. It's not a bad thing, it's just her. I don't blame her for calling them that because it's true. They are. I'd just never say it outloud.

"Dating your bosses is just a bad idea. If you break up it wouldn't be good for your job. They're both married, Cher. I'm not a homewrecker. Henry is my best friend. I can't picture being in a romantic relationship and Will... is just Will." I said, swaying my head and turning my palm the other direction. “You can't tell me you haven't thought they were cute before." Cheryl said, pushing herself closer over the table, arching her back. Moments like this make me fall deeper into her, she's so pretty. “Like I'd ever say that outloud. Even if I thought they were, it would be weird. They're older than me and my bosses. Best friends even!" I said backing away crossing my arm. I was being defensive, I know.

"I knew you thought they were hot! Anyway I heard this thing about William. How he's mental and he killed a man once." Cheryl whispered looking directly in my eyes with this slyness. That was a suspcious rumor, William? Killing somebody? I can't picture it. Sure he's an mean asshole but he's not a pyscho killer from those horror movies. Though if he did ever kill somebody I wouldn't belive it.

"Those are just silly gossip told by dumbass teens to scare off the kids. Just like how they say the animatronics are gonna follow them home and kill them at night. It's not real. Really stupid. Soon they'll get the adults to say how the animatronics are gonna kill them in the restaurant too." I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. It's normal for people to be afraid of robots but it isn't like they have a mind of their own. They're hunks of metal and wiring.

"What if they are true? What would you do if William was a murder?" Cheryl asked curiously, lifting her head off of her hand. Where is this coming from? people make rumors all the time, but sometimes there true. "... I wouldn't know what I would do." I paused for a moment. Suddenly the waitress came and put our food on our table. I nodded my head silently as a thank you. She seemed to understand and smiled down at me. She took her leave behind the counter. Not even a second later Cheryl seemed to forget the whole thing by getting lost in her frozen yogurt.

I sighed with a lopsided grin. Beginning to dig down into my own sweet treat. Bringing the spoonful to my mouth. I felt the sweet creamy flavors melt. It was bliss. Like a happy place. I didn't want to stop eating even if I got full. I took another bite savoring the flavors. The soft flavors. I looked up to see Cheryl looking back at me. I chuckled softly.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked, feeling the corners of my eyes go up with my grin. Quickly reaching up to wipe off any of the sugary cream off of my face. I didn't feel anything cold. “No, I just like seeing you like this. We haven't had this in a while between work and college. I just missed it." Cheryl admitted. I felt my smile grow bigger. She really knows how to make me blush. We have been busy, it's only been late night phone calls. Meeting in person is so much better. It feels like a break from life.

"Aw I missed this too Cher, we'll do it more often." I said in between bites of my treat. She giggled. Something in me fluttered, like I could explode out of happiness. Even though the treat is cold I have warm feelings. "Wanna go put a song on the jukebox?" She asked, tapping her hand on the table for a minute then pointing to the jukebox by the windows. I nodded excitedly. I choose Should I stay or should I go by The Clash. Taking Cheryl's hands we swayed together. Moving my hips side to side, she did the same. Giggling and squealing, I chuckled breathlessly. Grins plastered on our faces. This lasted for a good long while. After a few others of us being dorks. I skated next to Cheryl and dropped her off at home. I didn't want her walking alone. Skating by myself with the somber music playing from my Walkman on my hip.

"Oh my god is that (Y/n) (L/n)?"

"The quiet kid from high school??"

"Yeah!"

"Woah dude she's hot as hell now."

Well, this is awkward. I looked at the side of my peripheral vision. There was this group of people at the skatepark. I remember them. They were these kids who used to be popular back in high school. Going to parties, doing the dirty, underage drinking, bullying those who are smaller than them, getting into trouble. They tried to pick a fight with me once but I stood my ground. Guess that scared them off. I made a hard turn to the skatepark. I wanted to go on the ramps. Going up and down the boards. Jumping and hitting my heel on the side of the board it flipped, I landed it. Things like this give me adrenaline. I'm an adrenaline junkie. The wind through my hair and the rushing feeling in my veins. Things are getting lighter and faster.

"Hey (L/n!)" one of the guys called out to me with his palm next to mouth. One of the girls waved to me. I hesitantly put my hand up and gave a small wave back. They shouted at me to come over. I slowly skated over and stopped in front of them. They were on the benches next to the park. "Uh hey?" I mumbled putting my hands in my jean pockets. Sometimes I hate that this is a small town. Everybody knows everything and everybody knows everyone. My parents would run into elementary school friends. Yeah.. That bad.

"It's been awhile (Y/n) how have you been?" Matthew, the guy that shouted out to me from before, asked me. You could smell the hairspray from miles away. It burns my nose so much.

"It's been good, I gotta a job and I'm still talking to Cheryl Jo. Not much has been happening." I said kicking my skateboard up and resting my forearms on the top of it as it stands on the bottom. They 'oooo'ed at me obnoxiously.

"Where do you work at?" Jennifer asked me tilting her head and kicking her feet back and forth. She was always hot. A bitch but a hot one. I think she was actually my gay awakening. it was awkard because she's not the best. one time she wrote 'faggot' on a nerdy boys locker with black paint. 

"At a diner." I replied covering up most of the details. I don't want them coming into my job and making a scene or something. Their voices are already so annoying. "How's Cheryl? I miss that babe." Laura said, leaning on the back of her hands. She was sitting on the floor crisscrossing. I'm pretty sure she is in denial cause of her friends. I'm surprised that this group has been with each other after highschool. People go different paths in life but these losers stay together.

"Have you guys made out yet? I wanna be there when you do." Anthony winked flirtatiously. Ew, what the hell dude. That's it, where's the exit? 

"Gag me with a spoon... anyway Cheryl's been good I'm sure you'll find her at one of those crazy college parties." I rolled my eyes. Can they just stop talking to me? Why can't they mind their own business? “Maybe we'll have to go to one of those some time, you can come along too." Jason said slyly, putting his hand around my waist and squeezing it. I elbowed him in his gut. He coughed and backed away. Taking his hand with him.

"Feisty (Y/n)~ you're definitely coming with us next time. You're the type to cause a beer fight!" Kimberly said, leaning against one of the guys. I groaned. I don't even drink alcohol, let alone parties. They're fun sometimes but not all the time. “Well, I've been working under this world class designer. You don't know how much fun it is! I get to show off my clothing designs and go on fancy flights in her private jet." Jennifer bragged, flipping her hair. Basking in her own glory. She was always so narcissistic and an attention whore.

"No way! Good for you Jen!"

"My dad actually got me a job to a big acting career in this upcoming movie. They said they needed young adults and when I rehearsed for it they said I was the best they've ever seen!" Anthony said with a cocky smile. They always have to one up each other. It's always a competition thing. 

They all had such big accomplishments for getting right out of high school, and I work in a children's resturant repairing robots. Maybe I'm angry at them because I'm jealous of them. I felt like I was within and without the conversation. Some passer by that just happened to be watching, like a guy walking his dog or a lady walking her baby in the stroller. Yet I was one of the people engaged and talking about my life. They tore down my accomplishment of getting a job. Then again I didn't say that much about it. I didn't tell them how I work with robots and how I am building my own. Even if I did I'd be called a nerd and laughed at. I just can't win can I?

"Wow (Y/n) you must feel really bad right now. I mean all you're doing is working at a diner. How lame!" Kimberly insulted putting a hand over her mouth but I could still hear her snickers. They were like nails on a chalkboard. “It's not all that bad. The diner has these animatronics. I get to work on them and fix them." I shed a little bit of the truth, letting go of my skateboard and letting it fall to my feet. I want to share what I'm doing too. I want to be on their level.

"Are they sex robots? I wanna see you in action with those." Jason flirted. I could feel myself throw up in my mouth. Anthony hit his shoulder playfully. They all laughed at the stupid flirt. I feel like it was also intended towards me. What's the point in sharing anything with people who don't care? What am I doing? I'm better than this, I don't need their approval. The only thing I need is acceptance from myself. My escape came. My work walkie talkie started to make static noises from inside my backpack. I sighed out of relief. Thank you to whoever is getting me out of this situation! I can make an excuse and leave! The laughter stopped. I pulled out the walkie talkie.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)! I know it's your day off but can you get Will and I some lunch real quick? Something went wrong with the fridge and it got warm. Our lunches have gone bad." Henry explained guilty over the phone. “Yeah of course? Anything in mind?" I asked, feeling the smile come onto my face. Hearing Henry's voice during a bad time makes my worries go away. “Hold on, let me ask William ... okay we both agreed on In And Out. I'll pay you back." Henry said, chuckling nervously. “Will do! Give me a few minutes and I'll be there. Bye." I hung up the phone and put the antenna back down. I looked up to see the group staring at me with curious intent. Oh hell no.

"This was nice but I'm gonna have to cut this short. My boss needs me for something. I'll see you around." I said putting my phone back into my backpack. I jumped a little onto my skateboard.

"Noo! Don't go yet!"

"Can we go with you?"

"Where are you going?"

"See you around (L/n)!"

They're voices overlapped with each other. I could slightly make sense of it. Waving them goodbye I skated out towards the exit of the park. Sighing out of relief. I turned up the music on my Walkman again. Feeling my shoulders drop, I didn't realize how tense I was. All of them are obnoxious and careless. They have shitty habits that show too much. The only good one is Matthew. He actually cares. 

Back in high school that group was making fun of this quiet boy by ripping up his photos or opening up the door without knocking to the Dark room ruining the photo paper. Matthew was the one that helped grab all the photos and tape them together for the poor boy and bought him new photo paper. There was also this case about this girl. There was a school play and on all of the posters they wrote starring the girls name the slut! Matthew was the one who tore down the posters. Another time this kid came out as trans. That group wrote insulting slurs all over his locker door. Matthew was the one to wipe off the spray paint. The rest are either narcissistic, self absorbed, aggressive, hypersexual, carless, selfish, and obnoxious. They don't know how bad a person can be hurt and neither do they care. I was hoping when high school ended I wouldn't have to see them again.

I stopped in front of the booming restaurant and picked up my skateboard. Turning off my Walkman. Opening the door. I waited in line. This is boring. Why is this line so long? That baby's crying is so loud. Why is it crying? Maybe it didn't like the food. Can babies that young have solid food? Maybe French fries and ketchup or something. Ice cream? I don't remember being a baby. Some people can remember being a baby but I can't. I remember having a dream when I was a baby and this bear came at me to kill me. I don't think babies are supposed to have scary nightmares like that. Unless they're traumatized.

"Hello, how may I take your order?" The cashier asked me. I didn't realize I was at the front. My head was in the clouds. “Hi, may I have a double double, a cheeseburger, two fries, and a milkshake?" I ordered. He was clicking on the register. The total appeared in red letters on the screen. “Your total is 5.34$. We'll call you when your food is ready." He said, I gave him the money. He gave me a little paper with the number 8 on it. I nodded. I took a seat near the counter in these red lounge chairs connected together like a couch. Rolling my skateboard back and forth with my feet. There was a little boy eyeing me playing with my skateboard.

"Hey lady, can you do any cool tricks on that?" He asked. There was a twinkly in his eyes, it's childhood. Oh how I miss that. I graduated high school two years ago and I'm still not sure what I want to be. The world is a complicating place. "Yeah I can do kickflips, Ollie, hardflip, and some others." I explained. The smile on his face grew brigther. He was bouncing in his seat. i could tell the cogs were turning in his head. I just hope he doesn't bombard me with tons of questions like my little brother.

"Wanna play with it for a bit?" I asked him. I slide the skateboard over to him. He picked it up and looked at the design on the back. You know, I made that design myself. To see this kid gush over it like it was some kind of celebrities work made me so happy. “Do I?!" He said excitedly. He swayed the board back and forth with his feet. Little coos and giggles leaving his mouth. There were bandaids on his knees. This little rascal gets into trouble. I can tell. But I'm happy I could make his day.

"You know I ran away from the cops on that thing. Not only that, the cops were pirates! Pirates cops!" I made up. The kid's face was memorable. Lit up with curiosity and adventure, I remember being a kid like that. Being innocent and not knowing where in life I should be. Though my number was called up next. I got up with a "that's me!" And picked up the food in bags. The kids' mom lectured him to give me back my board when I came back.

"Thank you lady for playing with your board!" The boy thanked me. I held up my hand and gave him a high five.  “Thank you for letting him play with your board. You're a very nice young lady." The mom thanked me. I nodded and gave my own welcome. Going out of the restaurant.

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[watcher-comic]

okay hi

did i promise to make an art... lore dump post literally last month? yes. did i not do it for nearly a month? also yes. and im Very Sorry.

anyway! onto the ranting

So starting off with the obvious, Nanehi's color scheme is based off of the Shawnee tribe's flag!

Obviously more desaturated, but the blue sweater and two yellow stars were meant to show that he's native.

Alright, going in page order I'm just gonna throw around some easter eggs or fun facts or commentary...whatever....

Because this is the only good image I can find of it, Nane wears his parents' wedding bands on a necklace. Because his parents are divorced </3

On page 2, Nane has a poster up on his wall which is my current sketchbook cover in my art class. I believe it's somewhere on my art blog

Nane has a ziptie on his backpack! It doesn't mean anything.

Page 6: The white text that says "what?" is actually a reference to the first debut of Nane - an askblog!

(technically his first word was "huh" but i changed it to what for plot's sake)

Continuing with the black spaces on page 6, the panicked eye doesn't really mean anything. However, the twisted light switch was supposed to represent the noose that shows up at the end of the comic.

For page 7, there's obviously the audience design to talk about, but the things I actually wanna focus on are:

The doodle on the top left, which is Nanehi saying that he thinks he has tinnitus [which he then goes on to immediately deny in the next page]

And the doodle on the bottom right. His fursona is a bunny and if I could, I would've tried to fit more bunny imagery into the comic. But alas :pensive:

Page 13: All the different colored text were the responses I got from a select few people. I showed them the previous panels of the page and asked them what they wanted [there is one distinct person I didn't ask but I will get to them later].

I also want you to keep the... 3rd shade of green in mind [the "i want to see where this goes"]

For this panel on page 15, I wanted it to be known that Nanehi isn't a real person, and they know it. Everyone else's face is squared, even the simply doodled character in the background and the barely visible person in the foreground. Everyone except Nane.

Page 16: Man that's just mold on his shower curtain.

Page 17: There's actually a lot I want to talk about with page 17. Firstly, the design of The Audience. It changed, clearly. Before it was that weird circle thing, but now it's more humanoid - to the point of having hair similar to Nanehi's. The reason being, it's not entirely The Audience anymore. It's The Creator too. Nanehi was based off my fear of being watched and constantly having an audience. The little amount of comfort that the figure gives was... sorta supposed to be an apology to the character- as cheesy as that sounds.

(Also the fact that their text originally said "didn't they already answer that" but was crossed out to say 'we'. The Creator disguising themself as The Audience. And truly, what is to separate them?)

Another thing I want to point out is the dark grey panel. It's the same shade of grey I used for the askblog, and he's smiling in that panel, because during the askblog he was much happier around the audience- or the concept of them, rather.

And then of course, the dark blue text that reads "I know how this ends." That actually wasn't a response I took from someone, but rather a piece of... I guess dialogue, that I felt like someone would say. That specific someone being my friend Classi, who was the only person besides me that knew how Watcher ended. Purely because she had a very similar character and we thought that they'd be buddies.

On page 18, we have 3 entire panels in a different style. That being the style of the askblog.

(some examples)(the last image is where the avatar came from, haha)

On page 19 we have this panel, which you can probably assume what it is. It, I suppose, could both be seen as Nane standing, back to the audience, or as Nane hanging without the noose. You choose.

And of course, the last page. For some reason this fucks me up. Because this is The Creator talking to Nanehi. The Creator knows that Nane has no say in how their story ends, but they're given the illusion of control, because that's all they've been looking for. They wanted control over something, so the only way to prove such control was to show The Audience that they could end the story whenever they wanted. He doesn't know that he was talking to The Creator, he just assumed it was still The Audience. He doesn't know that he didn't really have a say.

This was what he wanted. That's how he's ending the story

#watcher comic #directors commentary #uhhhhh #yeah i think thats everything? #idk i'll probably add more later

[samiwife]

I NEED SOME DATING HEADCANONS WITH ROBERT SMITH PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

OMG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK FOR HEADCANONS!!! THANKS 4 THE REQUEST

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Smith)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Robert would wake you up in the morning by wrapping his arms around you. You'd be surprised by how messy his hair is.

Lipstick smudges EVERYWHERE

Would take your lipstick without asking

You hear him sing in the shower constantly

You would always steal his oversized sweaters

He would try to teach you guitar but you always fail

You'd be the one with lipstick stains on your face, clothes, and bed.

During sex, you pull on his hair HARD

He's very quiet during sex

Occasionally he whimpers your name, and you LOVE it

He would take you to his favorite writing spots

You would always order tea for him even tho he feels bad about it

Robert believes "a man should always pay"

Would be upset if you didn't eat a proper meal

Would always bring an extra piece of food just in case you got hungry

Would doubt himself in holding your hand

He loves praise and cuddling

Would watch old black and white movies with you

Would fall asleep at your place every time on dates.

Always chews bubblegum and would blow bubbles

Would stick his tongue out at you

Would randomly take 0.5-angle pictures

Would take random photos of you

He likes it when you play with his hair

He loves it when you sing or do anything music-related

Would get silently jealous when you talk to guy friends

When he's mad he gives you the silent treatment

Loves flowers and would try to plant them in the backyard

Would randomly talk to strangers on the street

He would take you to see musicals and plays he likes

He would randomly eat plain bread

He wears oversized shirts, jackets, and everything.

When the weather is cold he would wear scarfs and make you cookies

Sometimes late at night, he would read books with pictures

When he can't sleep, he lies next to you in bed playing with your hair

Would make silly faces at you

Would widen his eyes when looking at you far away

Write poems on small sticky notes and stick them around the place

When he's sick, he stays in bed surrounding himself in blankets and pillows. So he looks like an old lady.

He has VERY cold hands

He also has very veiny and pale hands

Doesn't go outside much besides writing and gardening

Hates going shopping at malls and grocery stores

Hates hot weather (thinks it ruins his makeup)

Would creep up behind you and give you hugs

Loves to rest his head on your shoulder

Asks for you to paint his nails

Would always rant about his hatred for Morrissey

Would sleep like a vampire (haha jk)

He's very weird but in a good way

Never smiles but when he does it's for you

Loves animals, especially cats

Doesn't know how to use chopsticks

For Halloween, instead of matching. He would dress in drag like wigs and makeup

He would say "oh la la" when you take your clothes off (HAHA I'M SORRY)

He would also say "oh no no" when he messes something up

Would unironically say "yippie" or "yay" when he accomplishes something

And lastly, he would be a sweetheart while dating you. He would buy flowers, candy, etc for you. Hold your hand, hug you, etc. He'll just be an all in all sweetheart.

WOAH okay, this is my first time making headcanons so idk how to end it? So, I hope you enjoyed this attempted headcanon? Anyway, THANKS 4 READING!!!

#fanfiction #headcanon #80s rock #80s music #robert smith the cure #robert smith #robert smith headcanons #the cure #the cure headcanons #the cure imagines #robert smith imagines