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horseshit-posts · 2 years
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The best part of Nope was OJ's dedication to his horses. There was nothing heroic about him staying at the house or going back after Jean Jacket hovered over the property to intimidate them. He was simply a man who "had mouths to feed" and "work to do." He was a cowboy who loved his horses enough to risk his own life in order to take care of them.
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nikolailantsovhoe · 2 months
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We need to sexualise men more in horror.
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slasherhoe87 · 10 months
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Let's hear it, friends:
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I'm pretty confident I'll survive.
Wolf Man / R.J MacReady / Shotgun
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And anyone else 🙂
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alektrophobia · 9 months
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People really be liking my billy stuff huh!! (It is all that I post rn)
POV: He’s murdered your sorority sisters and won’t leave you alone but you’ve grown to almost like him
(The hallmark sweaters r intentional)
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smiledog15578 · 2 years
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kotobukiya bishoujo Ash but its still male Ash just wearing the girl ones clothin*dies*
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inanothercosmos · 1 year
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i just love a traumatized boy
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danger-jazz · 11 months
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Brain Damage 1988 🧠💦 A quick one for self perservation
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brixbabyy · 2 years
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“do you feel loved by me?”
pairing: slashers x reader, ian mckinley x reader, nick jones x reader
includes: slashers asking you if you feel loved by them, insecurities, fluff, cursing, kissing, mentions of sex
authors note: this isn’t my best, plus i wrote it in class so please be nice
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michael myers
you and micheal were perched on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder as the tv played some sappy chick flick. you smiled as the boy kissed his girl in the rain, leaning further into michael who now had a furrow in his brow. he cleared his throat, and you looked up. he searched your eyes, wondering if you longed for something like that, something sweet and pure…something he couldn’t give you. “do you..” he trailed off, his voice raspy from a lack of using it, “do you feel loved by me?” and the almost broken look in his eye brought tears to yours. you nodded, afraid that if you spoke your voice would break and you’d ruin this moment. you placed a kiss on his cheek, “of course i feel loved by you, michael.”
bo sinclair
bo watched as you smiled towards the couple that had recently wandered into town. your eyes trained on the boy who held his girlfriends hand and leaned down for a kiss every five seconds. he frowned, trying to remember the last time he saw a smile so big on your face. did you want that? that sweet, puppy type of love? the kind you saw in the movies? the kind bo so desperately wanted to give you but just…couldn’t. you glanced his way, feeling his gaze burning into your side. you walked towards him, a frown etched on your face after seeing the look on his. “is everything okay?” you asked, your voice soft. he shook his head, “you feel loved by me, right darlin?’” your mouth parted, shocked at the vulnerability laced in his words. “bo…” you trailed off, bringing your hand up and placing it on his face, he leaned into you and you felt like crying. “i always feel loved by you.”
lester sinclair
“you uh..” lester trailed off, glancing over at you, where you sat in the passenger seat of his truck, “you feel loved by me? don’t ya?” you frowned, trying to make eye contact with your boyfriend, but he kept his gaze trained on the road ahead. “where’s this coming from, lester?” he shrugged, “i know i’m not exactly the most…normal boyfriend out there. i just wanna make sure ya know i love ya.” you blinked, his words still processing when you scooted closer to him, thigh to thigh before resting your head on his shoulder. “i’ll always feel loved by you, baby.”
ian mckinley
you and ian walked through the doors to hell school, fingers laced together as you maneuvered around the kids who didn’t know how to say excuse me. when the two of you saw a guy holding up a sign with some corny punch line asking his girlfriend to prom, ian had every intention to keep walking, but you insisted on stopping to see the girls reaction. ian watched as your face lit up, practically squealing when the girl said yes and hugged her boyfriend. he paused, stopping you with him. you looked up and he searched your eyes, “you know i love you…right?” you frowned, keeping your eyes locked onto his. “yea, baby, of course i know that.”
nick jones
nick heard you and carly giggling about some sweet, over the top gesture wade had done for valentine’s day. it made him think of his present, which was…a shared blunt and dollar store chocolate followed by sex. fuck…how could he be so stupid? you deserved better than that. he was so engrossed in his own self sabotaging thoughts that he didn’t even notice you coming up to him until you placed yourself in his lap, worry creased in your brow as you softly asked him if everything was okay. he nodded, but the frown you hated so much remained in his face. he looked into your eyes, and couldn’t help but wonder out loud, “do you feel loved by me?” you furrowed your brows, your heart breaking as you realized he was serious. “oh baby,” you whispered, cupping his face, “of course i feel loved by you. you make me so happy.”
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delightfulkingtyphoon · 9 months
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I draw my boys :0
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The Creeper has good taste in men 😌
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(They are so fun to draw)
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f1nalboys · 1 year
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nick jonas i mean jones with face fucking teehee 🤭🤭🤭
HEYYYYYYYYY >:) i want him so bad ur honor <3
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Nick Jones x GN!Reader
WORD COUNT: 330
WARNINGS: face fucking (duh), rough oral, not proofread bc ofc its not <3
Nick’s hands grip your face harder, his head thrown back, chest heaving with each harsh thrust of his hips. “Fu-fuck! Your fucking mouth,” He stutters, looking down at you, watching his cock disappear into your mouth. The tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat, choking you, and you gag. 
Tears were streaming down your face but you stayed there on your knees for him, staying still, letting him use you the way he needed. Nick was stressed, had been for the last week, and he had been particularly rough with you the last few days, fingertip-shaped bruises littering your hips where he had gripped onto you.
So when you offered him your throat he jumped on the chance, asking you -- no, telling you -- to get on your knees and open your mouth. “Slutty fuckin’ thing, just for me.” He could feel his cock in your throat where his hand was holding you still, could feel your throat milking him with each gag he pulled from you. “Gonna cum down your throat.” Is all the warning Nick is able to give you before he’s cumming, shoving himself down your throat to the base, nose brushing against his pelvis. He’s moaning your name, hips flexing slightly, and when he pulls out of your mouth it’s with a satisfied grin. You were drooling and coughing, tears pouring from your eyes, lips swollen and parted. 
Nick looks at you silently as you collect yourself, sucking in harsh breaths. “Look so good for me like that, you know?” Nick teases, helping you up onto your feet.
“Shut up.”
“That doesn’t sound like me.” He kisses you gently, a far cry from what he had just finished doing. “You alright?’ You hum against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Good. Didn’t want to hurt you, or anything. M’gonna let you use my mouth next time.” He says with a wink.
“I’m holding you to that, Nick.”
“You better, Y/N.”
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cornerofhell · 7 hours
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Something I thought of today:
Sidney Prescott: So I hear we're adding someone to the "final people" group.
Laurie Strode: Yeah. Apparently about time too, I hear their movie is from the eighties.
Nancy Thompson: Huh, I wonder why they haven't joined us yet.
Tommy Jarvis: Apparently their movies are getting more famous now.
Kirsty Cotton: Shh! The door's opening!
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6 year old Andy Barclay: Um... Hi. My name is Andy.
All the Final people:....
Sidney:.... Oh my God...
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sadfr0ggie · 2 years
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Final boys are so underrated- sometimes I just want to see a funny little guy from the 80s survive a horror movie, is that so much to ask???
Anyways here are my favourite 80s final boys💪💪
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solmints-messyocdiary · 3 months
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Tw: Animal death, suicide mention, blood, gore, torture mention, violent ideas
[Mismatched excerpts ripped off from Finley's Journal. The dates have been scribbled away with a black pen.]
It feels weird writing on a journal. Like something a teenager might do instead of a grown ass man who works from 9 to 5.
But I needed to destress and let it out on some pages after talking with my mother on the phone. I hate hearing her shrill voice on the other side of the receiver. The only thing she can do is complain and complain and complain about the same thing over and over again. I don't want to see that man either... I hate him more than her.
I can't handle her and to think I have to go and visit them on Thanksgiving and Christmas I feel like I am going to lose my damn head.
At least I can let things out and still practice my writing if needed, so that's a plus. I haven't had much time to update my book, and that's making me a bit sad. Hopefully, I'll be able to write a bit.
Might treat myself and go the diner to get some choco pancakes and a milkshake. Those will surely cheer me up.
Really want pancakes and milkshakes...
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The longer I stay on this damn job, the more I feel like I am going to lose myself. I've been spacing out every 5 minutes whenever someone talks to me. It's hard. (Hehe)
I had to stay 2 more hours overtime, no pay for my hard work the 3rd time this week. I had to wake up earlier, too. I arrived around 8 instead of 9 because the computers were acting up at my workplace and needed me, the IT guy, to fix them.
Not to mention, the printer too... If I have to fistfight the printer again, or hear any of my coworkers complain, particularly Brandon, I am going to strangle them. I am really going to snap!!!
I wish their heads would just explode into a bloody mess. Just Carrie them off with my mind powers whenever I feel annoyed of them. They surely deserve that, particularly Brandon and my boss. Fuck those two. The world would be better if they didn't exists. We don't need red flags walking around the office... only me! Haha!
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I promised myself to do it again, but alas, old habits die hard as the saying goes.
Went to the beach for a dip and found a baby bird on the sand. Ants surrounding its small body and biting pieces away to bring it to their lair. Lucky for me, I always have my camera with me. Never the one to miss a chance.
I guess I should be sad but that's how nature is.
Cruel.
I wonder how others would react if they saw my ant-bitten corpse...
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Finished rewatching Scream 2 and...
Damn... Why is Mickey kinda...?
Like... you know? If I was a girl I'd be into him and have his poster hanging over my bedroom wall haha.
Still angry at Scream 2 for killing Randy, tho. He was my favorite.
Rented Carrie, Slaughter High, Graduation, Prom Night, for tonight. Felt a bit nostalgic for some reason. Getting shoved in a locker every tuesday really does something to a guy. Going to have a nice movie night with myself while I think of my high school times.
Totally good for my mental stability, yup!
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I wonder how my old high school friends have been doing...
Do they remember me with disdain? Are they happy with their life? More successful? Managed to marry a nice gal or guy and have many kids together? A stable job and nice suburban house?
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Fuck them.
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Death still scares me.
I thought that if I forced myself to witness the worst of the worst. Every torture imaginable, researching hours and hours and hours of how a body decays, how long does it take for it to rot, shrink, turn into dust.
Live footages of people getting decapitated, stabbed, run over, split in half, drowned, squashed to death, gutted, burned alive, choked, flayed.
I'd grow out of it.
It's not that hard to look for stuff like that as long as you know where to find it and you're patient.
Will I ever be able to look at their loved ones in their eyes. Admit that I saw the last moments of their brother, mother, a cousin? The light leaving their eyes?
I thought I've become numb enough to just stare attentively, not blinking for a second.
People I know will die one day. Complete strangers, lives of theirs I will never know, are dying as I write this.
And yet, I remain wide awake. Imagining how it'll feel for my body to reach nothingness. The maggots feasting on my insides, eating away little by little. Gourging themselves on the bile and flesh and pus from my organs till they become fat, squirmy little bugs. Eating, mating, dying, rinse and repeat over and over and over again.
My skin itches thinking of it. Like they have already managed to crawl deep inside.
Even a death as boring and not spectacular like an illness terrifies me.
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How long do I have left? Have I wasted my life? Is it too late for me?
When will I die...
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I miss my friends from high school... some of them I've forgotten their names...
I sometimes think about Chelsea. No, I am always thinking about her...
If I contact her... will she ever forgive me?
It's too late to cry over spilt milk.
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Seems I've been thinking about death a lot lately.
I went to go see a movie to try and fend of the feelings of dread and paranoia that have been seeping in me.
Stale popcorn, overpriced and oversized. Check.
Watered down soda. Check.
Badly directed horror film? Check.
Annoying and talkative patrons? Double check.
The blood effects weren't as cool compared to others, but at least the lead was hot even if she couldn't act to save her life.
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Why am I even trying?
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I made a blog.
I post all the pictures I've taken from dead animals and roadkill.
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I feel numb.
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I haven't been feeling real as of late. I even dared touch one of the spilt out guts of a cat behind an alleyway. I wanted to feel something. See if I was still here. I pushed my fingers in, feeling the slimy and sticky organs. It burned and I janked my hand away.
It felt surreal.
I can't feel my hands or face at times. Like they weren't even there to begin with.
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I think I might go to a therapist.
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I want to die...
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halcyonhomie · 6 months
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Final boy
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alektrophobia · 9 months
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final girl Boy
haha black christmas final boy oc who’s definitely not me.
Trans Guy at the Sorority 💔 Open secret situation. His sisters aren’t the most supportive or knowledgeable but they don’t out him.
Mrs. Mac doesn’t know that he’s transgender lmao.
Billy probably gets him pretty bad but he just barely manages to crawl outta there.
will probably add more as i think about his participation in the movie plot and obviously I try to keep things close as possible to cannon lol
he’s definitely not attracted to billy lmao that would be crazy (I’m lying 💔) love-hate relationship since Billy is still Billy and they BOTH are traumatized as fuck.
kinda cringe but…. i am free
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smiledog15578 · 2 years
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My favorite Midwestern and trans FTM character ever
⚰️🪓🪚Reblogs are appreciated!!🪚🪓⚰️
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