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#THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD JUST IRL WAS VIEWING THIS WITH MY GF#AND WE WERE LOOKING AT ALL THE DETAILS AND COMMENTING ABOUT IT TO EACH OTHER AND SCREAMING ABOUT IT#LIKE THE PATCH PANTS AND THE POSES AND THE LITTLE DANCING ON THE SIDE AND AHHH AHHHH ARGHHHH ARHEGRHGSAHRFGSAJRGJASGRJHd#julie crawford#leland mckinney
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the only thing I've ever known; sable ward x mikaela reid
A/n- this is my first fic don't yell at me too hard.. but yell at me a little bit !!
Ch 0: Prologue, October 3rd
“Whaaat? There’s no way you’re telling me that made sense!” Mikaela looked at her friend and said as they walked home from the movie theater. Staying up to go to the midnight showing of Donnie Darko was Sable’s idea, which Mikaela happily funded. Knowing her friend was without a job and having her ask her parents for movie theater money at the dead of night probably wouldn’t have gone well.
“Not perfect sense.. I’d probably need to see it another time, but I got the jist!” Sable prided herself on usually being able to understand movies like these and being able to help explain them to Mikaela if she’s lost halfway through the movie, but this one threw both of them for a loop.
The Greenville movie theater was doing a ‘31 days of Halloween’ event, where for each day of October they’d have a midnight showing of a different horror film, each one promising to be scarier than the last. Sable felt like this was her calling, staying up late and indulging in fantastical gore and prolonged misery on the big screen. Everything felt like it was falling into place for her, spending time with her best friend, Halloween right around the corner? A scary movie every single day? Things were finally going her way.
Mikaela speaks up. Breaking her friend out of her thought bubble.
“…Could we maybe do our radio show tomorrow? I’m still exhausted after my shift at Moonstone.” Mikaela’s face almost seemed to droop, she had no idea where Sable always got so much energy this late at night. Going to these midnight showings and discussing their thoughts until the wee hours over the shortwave had become a quick tradition. The radio was usually in Sable’s attic, but the two had brought it over to Mikaela’s house, specifically a large closet in her room so her roommate doesn’t hear them yapping.
Home wasn’t always a good place for Sable and being able to stay at Mikaela’s place and talk about something the two were interested in was the perfect way to take her mind off things.
“That’s fine!” Sable smiled and looked at her friend. She had really wanted to pick her brain about the movie, but she bought the tickets and popcorn plus a large soda they shared so Sable wasn’t going to argue. “I guess our esteemed listeners will have to go without their favorite guest speaker..” She playfully added, shooting her friend a sly little grin.
‘Guest speaker?’ Mikaela’s face curled a bit with agitation, she’d been on All Things Wicked This Night just as much as her counterpart, Mikaela stopped and turned to Sable, getting ready to argue but… as soon as she saw Sables curt, cute smile, the annoyance bled out of her. Mikaela’s face softened, as she stared at her friend solemnly, the cool night breeze surrounding them as they took their break from walking.
The pair locked eyes for what was only a few moments, but to them it felt longer, they stared and analyzed each other's faces for a moment. An anxious feeling rising from their stomachs, it had felt as though the earth stood still, that everything else had fallen off the face of the planet and the only thing in each other's existence was each other.
Mikaela slowly raised her hand to Sable’s cheek, holding her face so softly. Their heartbeats raced in their tired state, Mikaela had kissed plenty of folks before, either when playing spin-the-bottle or past boyfriends… Kissing them felt like a favor, like something she was doing more for the other person instead of herself.
Sable had never been touched like this before. Not so gently, not even her own parents would hug her or even give her a pat on the back. Mikaela’s hand warmed her cold face, her warmth spread throughout Sable’s very soul, everything was right at this moment, everything else could fade away… but something was wrong.
Mikaela closed her eyes slowly, leaning in. Sable’s heart felt like it was about to pop. She turned away from her friend, looking off to the other side of the road. Mikaela snapped back to reality, pulling herself back and removing her hand in embarrassment and quickly putting them into her pockets, away and out of sight from Sable. “That’s alright.. I understand..” Mikaela stammers, attempting to regain her composure.
“No.. Mikaela, wait.. I’ve never…” Sable holds her hands together and looks down at her shoes, face rosy and pink as she continues. “..I’ve always wanted it to be at a time when..” She trails off, sounding like she had more to say, before raising her hand and pointing across the street. “..At a time when there wasn’t someone staring at us..”
Mikaela’s head shoots in the direction Sable pointed to, expecting some creep to be perving out on them but.. to her surprise it was her roommate Julian, waving to them from across the street.
She waved back over to them, Sable looked confused, then she clocked them. She had seen Mikaela and Julian hanging out before and working together on school projects, but never really bothered to ask about them and just assumed they were friends or… Sable swallowed the saliva building up in her mouth as a terrible thought brewed in her mind… Were they dating? Either way, they were all headed back to their place now, Sable tailed the two tentatively while they caught up.
#hiiiiii#you guys should check this out !!!!#its my gfs first fic#and its gonna be multiple chapters#idk how many but um. not 31 is all i know#less than 31 i mean#ANYWAYS yall do your thing#read reblog and enjoy guysss <3333
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helping my girlfriend format and post her first fic !! it's sable ward x mikaela reid :3
will be posted on tumblr and ao3 sometime soon <3333
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i'm already having such a hard time writing and learning to be a creative person again like???? in general??? and then i have to deal with this midjourney ai tumblr BS. and constantly seeing articles and reels, and having conversations about AI THAT I WONDER IF I EVEN WANT TO POST MY WORK ANYMORE
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amanda & adam, along with hoffstrahm is TOTALLY overtaking my mind !!!!! a bunch of my friends are in their saw era which means that is allllllllll i ever see on my tl and all they ever wanna talk about so i am conforming lol
#dreamties rambles#i REFUSE to write anything for hoffman and/or strahm#it is bad enough theyve made me draw them so much#i WILL be heavily thinking about my all time favorite lesbians tho ....#urghhh i miss mandy adam soooo much bro
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dreams - amanda young x gn! reader
a/n- no triggers !!! basically just like. fluff and awkward mutual crushes. also written in like an hour with no edits so um !!!! plz enjoy this completely unplanned piece <33333
mentions of adam !!! word count: 823
amanda wakes in a startled mess, her anxiety sweat pooling at the dips in her skin and staining her shirt and sheets. she feels unbearably hot and claustrophobic.
she knows that unless she's running a fever (which she knows this feeling and it's not the traditional sick- it's a sickness in her head), there is no possible way for her to be warm right now. her apartment is old and she gets a discount on rent from how decrepit most amenities are.
so it's mid-october and her heater is busted- but she still feels hot and sick amidst the frigid air.
she heaves herself off the bed, leaving the sheets sticking to her skin behind. she sorts through a pile of semi-clean clothes. amanda would like to get a kickstart on her day- she knows, at this rate, she won't be able to fall asleep again.
she rinses her hair in the kitchen sink. spends a minute scrubbing at the subtly indented scars on her cheek.
she dresses in a hurry, though she has no place to go, no place urgent at least.
amanda walks six blocks to her favorite cafe, huddled in a jacket that no longer zips up.
no respectable shop should be open this early. or this late. from past experiences she knows it will be open though. the only shop aside from 24-hour markets and the occasional gas station open at this hour, in this neighborhood.
an annoying, zingy bell sounds as she enters and sits down at her favorite booth. the person working, y/n, has never bothered her about ordering something. they always let her watch or idly write on napkins or draw on her skin- anything to keep her from going back to her apartment.
y/n is not behind the counter right now. which is unusual. they usually do- well, amanda's not actually sure what they do. she hasn't been stalking them, after all, just observing. she has yet to figure out all the nitty gritty details of their job.
she recognizes, with a delighted and gentle smile, that they're decorating the interior for autumn. paper leaves strung together. doodles on the chalkboard menu. cutouts of pumpkins placed throughout the display boxes.
they hum to themselves as they work. amanda finds it soothing. she always does. because y/n always seems so endearingly lost in their own bubble- amanda feels something that sounds like envy but feels much softer.
she tracks her eyes with their movements, lulling her into a calm.
amanda does not mean to fall asleep. she is exhausted and the cafe is so warm and light compared to her residence. it's too easy when she does.
she doesn't fight back like she thinks she will. she recognizes she's dozing off too late for her mind to react.
it's the season-appropriate interior. the humming. a distinct beep from someone brewing coffee. increased foot traffic through the entryway. the dimmed yellow-y lights. the scent of perfectly spiced chai.
a clink of a ceramic mug on the tabletop stirs her. she doesn't feel ill this time, as she allows her body time to adjust before moving. before getting out of bed. she absently scratches the side of her neck.
"oh, geez," comes a whisper. "i didn't wake you, did i?"
amanda's eyes widen. she sits up more professionally, keeping her hands clasped in her lap.
"no," she replies. "it's fine."
y/n smiles at her. sparks flicker in amanda's heart- their expression feeling so personal and directional. they're not simply smiling; they are smiling at her. she feels close to melting- better than melting.
"good, good. i hope you like your drink, amanda."
they freeze. readjust their apron and looks at her concerned, embarrassed, too.
"it, um- it is amanda, right?"
she nods her head. the scene unfolding feeling so dreamlike. it's intoxicating.
"i- i see you in here all the time. i got your name from my coworker. that sounds-" they fluster. "his name is adam."
amanda lets herself react as y/n reacts. she chuckles. "yeah. he's- it's complicated."
they laugh. "oh, god, i bet! what isn't complicated with him?"
they're leaning against the headrest on the side of the booth opposite to her. it feels like friends reuniting. it's more than reconnection, whatever she is actually experiencing.
it's magical, though.
"oh, um-" they tap at their nametag, letters drawn with their own expertise. "y/n. i'm y/n. wait- shit, you've already known that."
amanda finds their humble fumbling endearing.
(y/n wants to say- "it's not every day i get to chat with my prettiest customer"- they feel too shy to even think of forming the letters in their mouth)
(amanda wants to tell them they have the sweetest voice she's ever heard. she thinks that might be overbearing and acts against her desires)
"we should- when you come back again, you should say hi to me before it gets busy."
#recently someone commented on this on my ao3 :')#i had forgotten about this#despite it being the last thing i actually posted#i like it though#it deserves a lil reblog <33333
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I hope everyone is doing okay <33333
#dreamties rambles#not slasher related#I'm fantastic <3333#Tipsy a little bit#I've been working a lot on original stuff lately#But I also have a promising Platonic nubbins piece in the works . . .
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shoutout to spam likers. i adore you <333
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ive never seen a saw movie but i like how people talk about them on here. i like how saw starts off every trap with a greeting and a description of what is going on like a subsitute teacher reading the lesson plan out loud. it’s nice. i feel at home
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hi. i survived the hypomania :)
#dreamties rambles#not slasher related#so far at least...#i THINK im on the come down???#lord help me my mental illness is testing me
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Julie Crawford Headcanons !!!
A/n- These are like. 85% sports related lol. once more game content comes out / i play more / etc, then I am certain I will have more creative thoughts on her! <333
Warning for multiple mentions of pot! and like . . . mild angst? This is also over 1k words worth of thoughts so . . . you have been warned 😭
taglist: @friedwormeater, @strawberry-moonpies (let me know if you want to be added or removed!! <3333)
(*)note: I know the Pacific ocean is not the cause of water temperatures . . . I just think it makes the sentence sound cool :(
I know Julie is a SoCal gal, but I'll be damned if I don't make her live in the San Fran Bay !!!!
PLUS . . . I think it goes well with the themes presented in the franchise? In the 1970s/80s my town was considered the murder capitol of the world (or at the least for our US nation- that's not really the whole world now is it💀 guess it didn’t have the same ring to it, huh?) She had always been aware of it- in the know, if you will, about the going ons of a budding serial killer haven. But knowing of is different than experiencing. No one could have predicted flesh-wearing cannibals . . . Especially not Julie :( It's safe to say she did not sign up for this crazy rollercoaster . . .
In lighter news !!! I also think it would be super badass of her to live in northern California!! One of her greatest loves is surfing ! What's cooler than a surfer in sunny, warm towns like LA, than the waters connected to the Pacific(*). Even in the summer, the ocean is never warm. It's not a cold plunge, but it still leaves you pretty chilly.
It takes guts to go out in the cold air like that! Not to mention the possible dangers of the rocky cliffs . . . Also imagine her all geared up to go surfing !!! And she's wearing a lil ol wetsuit <3333 I think she'd pull it off so well and look so cute and professional in it hehe <3333
She has 2 younger brothers !! Like real little. One's 7 and the other's 9. Her mama is carrying another child though, Julie's hoping it's a girl. Help balance out the house. It would be nice to have a girl she can care for besides her mama <3
She helps her mama mend old clothes <333
She lives with her mama, two younger brothers and her uncle.
Oh! and her parents are divorced!
Sports . . . Sports … sports …
She doesn't play football, nor is it a favorite, but she still holds quite the appreciation for the game! There isn't a sport she doesn't like. (Golfing though . . . Eughhh </3) Like. If a game is on, she'll catch it for a bit !! Besides surfing, her sport(s) of choice are softball & frisbee !! <3333 She played softball in school. Frisbee is more casual- even though she often plays with a strong, confident intensity. It's purely for fun, doesn't matter if she wins or loses. She plays that with her friends a lot !! On the beach or the grassy hills at the park. Sometimes other college/high school-aged folks, that they don't know, will join in as well. She's very social, lots of energy for events like this- frisbee is somewhat of a community thing for her. Brings all sorts of folks together <333 When her brothers ultimately find their interests piqued towards sports . . . They'll go to Julie for help getting into it. Even if it's not a sport she plays or knows so well! She's always happy to help them out, even though they can be pests sometimes lol She promises when they are older that she'll teach them surfing and take them to the ocean with her! Her brothers are late bloomers in regard to swimming, so she wants to make sure they're strong and confident in themselves enough to join her! She doesn't have lifeguard training . . .yet.
All the victims are bi unless I say otherwise . . . Also she uses she/they pronouns !!
She likes to wear perfume !! she already smells like the beach a lot, but i think she has an artificial one that's supposed to imitate like sea breeze <33
Julie smokes pot <3333
Helps her chill down through the weekend and get by when other stressors get to her :( Also like…. If I'm putting her into this snoozy little beach town, the least I can do is make her a stoner . . . Right? (part 212 of projecting my own experiences onto Julie . . . More coming soon lol) (she's actually. Not really a stoner? It's something she does so occasionally. But enough that the guy on the corner who sells to her remembers her name & what she needs.)
There is such a strong disconnect between who she is before Maria goes missing . . . And then after they play mystery gang and pretend they can actually do the job of a real detective . . .
Julie is confident in her abilities. She loves and laughs, often. She's caring! She is so . . . Giving. Always looking out for her friends and family. Sometimes she gets nervous. But it's fine! She's fine. It's nothing to worry . . . She's not . . . No. She's okay. Really . . . She is. She follows Ana and the rest of her friends in search of the missing girl . . . It's what she would always do. Give support. Help. What makes this so different? Besides the obvious. And the anxious, itchy feeling she gets in her body whenever she thinks about it. She's so confident and strong in Cali. With her brothers. Her mama. With the locals she excitedly engages with! She knows the bike routes and community struggles and redwoods like the back of her hand. But fuck . . . She doesn't think, even if they somehow came prepared, having known what they would find . . . She would not have left her town. A terrifying, potent sense of doom & gloom swallows her while on the farm. She's still herself. She's trying at least. She's . . . Really trying her best, okay? She's scared - but still finds a way to soothe her friends. She's fucking terrified and she's totally not equipped for this- this isn't true. She's a team-player. She needs the support of her friends to be able to keep putting energy into them and the situations at play!
i think it's canon that they all just like… die??? in the storyline. we are going to ignore that <33333 Julie is alive & well :D
She's finally training to be a lifeguard !! for one of the nearby state beaches <33 Whenever her friends are in town for long periods of time, they'll offer a hand with her brothers !! Sonny &/or maybe Connie would help Julie teach them to be stronger swimmers <3333 I wouldn't trust Leland to go more than like. ankle deep into the ocean tho lol like . . . i heart him soooo bad but his personality does not mesh well with that environment . . . that's okay !!! he can make sandcastles <333 (more beach related thoughts in the future . . . i have sooooooooo many)
Now that she's away from THE worst experience of her waking life . . . and after sufficiently trauma bonding with every single one of her friends <333333
she can begin to move on with her life . . . more cautious than she once was- but hey, she's alive, right? She can be grateful about that. Now to her next struggle in life . . . how does she handle this cute girl in her econ class making eyes at / flirting with her??
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on one hand guts by leith ross is like. so fucking upsetting and frustrating and triggers a deep ache in my whole body cause like. fuck. this shit sucks and i never want anyone to deal with that (and i feel so understood & a really strong connection to this piece).
On the other hand I'm just like HOLY SHIT THIS IS A PERFECT SONG FOR THE SLASHER READER FIC !!!! (knowing I'll probably just cry while finishing up chapter 2. that's been the writing process for it recently)
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i will be back here when i am back :) putting no date or pressure on my re-return to the blog. staying very busy rn /pos
i hope you all are doing well 💗
#dreamties rambles#not slasher related#improv is going sooooooo well (i am THIS close to starting an improv troupe lowkey)#and i got cast in a play >:)#reigniting my performing arts love
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@friedwormeater
honestly starting to warm up to the idea of ana not initially being apart of the friend group until maria’s disappearance. it makes it more sweet that they would take her under their wing, but it makes since that she would know of them or at least met them in passing since she knew exactly who to go to.
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