is there some reason why nobody will respect the fact that I just don't like horror movies? I have been forced to watch like a dozen horror movies now and I just do not like them. I have told all of my friends this repeatedly and they continue to try to make me watch them no matter what I fucking say. they're always trying to justify it with "well it's not REALLY a horror movie" then I google it and the description literally says horror

fireworks

kakashi hatake/fem!reader

word count: 2774 warnings: descriptions of violence, descriptions of blood, descriptions of killing, alcohol use author notes: i wanted to write something a little different than i usually would i kinda got a little tired of my wips lol

the first time i saw him, i was eight years old with a shy curiosity about the world. long story short, his shoulder collided with my own. he wasn’t watching where he was going and neither was i, the hard jolt gave me such a fright that i yelled at him to watch where he was going. i had too much pride to admit i was at fault, lost in a daydream once again. he shared my reaction and my sentiment. saying i should watch myself too with great annoyance in his tone. i scoffed, he huffed, we went our separate ways.

i had always heard his name but never connected the dots until i was much older but still not much wiser. he was a prodigy, i was painfully just above average. as a bright eyed genin, i was out in the world and only starting to understand the true meaning of the path i chose at the naive age of six. his squad was babysitting my own on a mission. his mentor stands next to mine and introduces us and my face sours immediately. unlike him i don’t have a mask to hide it. he avoids me for the whole mission but his teammates are nice.

his red eye was making waves around the world, he was a myth and enemies across the land waited in anticipation for the day to come where they could finally see it in the flesh. great gain had come with great loss, i’m sure he wishes the second hand eye was back with its original owner. i remember the first time i saw him lift up his headband and expose it to the world. the blood red eye and it’s black swirls, chills shoot down my spine like pins and needles. engaging with an enemy was pure violence, animalistic and messy yet he made it seem so graceful. 

the pines and the dark forest disappear before my eyes; now he stands on a wooden stage with his foe, dancing under a spotlight. every dodge and weave is smooth and flawless. his strikes felt as natural and as quick as a snake striking at its prey. i watch his performance with a disregard for my own safety and when the last of our enemies hit the dirt, i wait for him to bow. instead he shakes the blood off his kunai and the famous eye is tucked away under his headband. i think i fell in love with him that afternoon.

the girl who died, her name was rin and that one time her team babysat mine, she braided my hair by a campfire and said i had a pretty name. she didn't deserve to die. they whisper about him when he walks by, terrible nasty things. but i smile at him, wave to him when i see him and hope it makes him feel less alone in the world. he sees it and he averts his gaze without reply or acknowledgement. rejection makes my chest tighten, if only slightly. naturally i assume he doesn’t like me, maybe he doesn’t like anyone. 

i'm in a village with my squad for a mission, it’s small but the green tea in the wooden cup and the smell of rabbit stew on the stovetop makes me feel at home. the excited teenage boy asks me about the things i've seen. the only thing he knows is chopping wood and shearing sheep. he asks me about a rumour he’s heard by a traveller about the boy that conjures lightning in his hand, he asks me if i've seen it before in the flesh. i smile and nod and confirm that i have. he asks me to describe it. i don't know how to at first.

first, you hear the static snapping and popping and it captures your attention instantly. then the pale blue light grows bigger and bigger in his hand, it takes on a life of its own and i won’t lie and say that it doesn��t make my heart beat out of my chest but he tames it like a wild beast, he has complete control. if you stand off to the side, you can watch the show. lightning surrounds him but he is never burnt. he’s like a god when he strikes, i've never seen something so terrifying but beautiful. he's beautiful. but i don’t tell the teenage boy that and i dont tell him that sometimes the loud crackle of his chidori haunts me when im alone. 

when i'm a chunnin, i feel much older than i am. it's not due to the title of my rank but because i keep plunging my kunai into grown men’s hearts and have to pretend it doesn’t faze me to see blood squirting from punctured arteries. i don't see him around the village much anymore. he lives in the darkness, in the shadows but sometimes he comes out into the light. he's grown so much older and taller and i think he looks handsome in his gear. toned arms and biceps and that tattoo on his left upper arm, the one that tells the world where his loyalties lie. walking past him, i prepare to feel the chill of his icy demeanor but i say his name, wave and smile. the only one of his eyes that sees the world widens and the veins of his arms bulge at my greeting, i can’t see his hands because they’re stuffed in his pockets. he always looks away but this time, for the smallest of seconds, he nods in my direction and then he is gone.

when the nine tailed beast attacks the village, i am kept away from the battle in a forest with the rest of the ninja around my age. he’s there, standing by his friend who talks and talks. i like his friend, he always greets me with enthusiasm. i try to ignore the sounds of my village being destroyed and the screams of the unfortunate dying people as i am powerless to do anything. my eyes move on their own in his direction only to find he has the same idea. for a moment, air leaves my lungs and i nod politely before i look away. his eyes meet mine one, two, three times. that night my home was buried under a mountain of rock and rubble and he lost the last person that knew the true extent of the damage this world had inflicted on him. 

the elderly lady at the stall with the hair clips told me i've grown into a beautiful young lady and i blush at her comment and insist it isn’t so. she tells me i must have a lot of boys' attention and i buy the deep blue hair clip with the faux sapphire gem. it stands out in my dark hair. it's been a long time since my house was crushed and a long time since he’s sat in the dango store with his friends but here’s there when i walk by. the compliment has me on cloud nine and i'm glad he’s not alone anymore. i smile at the group, say ‘ hey guys ’ and wave. for a millisecond my eye catches his as i'm walking by and my mind plays tricks on me. i think i see his cheeks tinge red.

kurenai came up to me one summer's morning and asked if i was attending the festival. i told her i was but likely alone. maybe i wasn’t such a pretty girl, no fish ever nibbled on the hook of the fishing pole i cast into the waters. her boyfriend looked bored as we spoke and her crimson eyes smile when she brings up the boy with the silver hair’s name, pretending she doesn’t notice my breath hitch for the slightest of moments. ‘ you should ask him, he’s not going with anyone either ’ she tells me and then she drags her boyfriend away. i sit alone on the cliffs for an hour thinking it through, my knees up to my chin as i wonder why she would suggest such a thing. iwashi is pissed that i'm twenty minutes late to meet up with them.

his group joins up with mine hours later and i greet him as i always do. he stands off to the side and plays with his hands and every time i catch his eye he looks as if he wants to say something to me. they say love feels like butterflies but when my eyes meets his, those butterflies turn into angry bees. i want to say something to him too, ask him where his friend got the idea that i should ask him to go with me but the bees within me sting and their venom prevents me from opening my mouth. i avert my gaze and pretend to listen to genma when he talks about his favourite order of ramen. 

we all part ways but we’re together again within the hour and i'm waiting nervously at the spot kurenai told me to come back to. my yukata is the colour of lapis and white periwinkles decorate the sleeves and i wonder if i look plain compared to the girls around me dressed in passionate pinks, gentle purples, and bold reds. he doesn’t see me at first but i see him. his yukata is dark grey with light thin stripes and it compliments his bright silver hair wonderfully. it’s the first time i've seen his hair down and his long strands are wild and stick out all over the place, i think i fall in love with him all over again. hes alone and i don’t dare to approach but he finally sees me. he waves, i nod. he's so handsome that i can’t stand to look at him so i don’t.

it’s dark and explosions of many colours light up the sky. i'm so distracted by the loud boom echoing off the hills and the blue, red, white and green lights on a black landscape that i don’t notice he's standing right beside me watching it too. knuckles lightly brush against my own, my chest tightens at the sensation. it’s distracting enough that i tear my eyes away from the sky show. they’re as wide as a possum when i meet his gaze. he doesn’t say anything, he just stares for a moment before he looks back at the fireworks. it was an accident and i forgive and forget but then his fingers awkwardly hook around my own, clinging for dear life. i cannot look, i cannot think nor speak. i hold my breath and blink rapidly while i cling onto his fingers just as tightly. when the fireworks are finished, we consider each other in silence for a minute. his hand leaves mine and we part ways without a word.

every time i see him, i see fireworks and feel the ghost of his fingers wrap around my own. he acknowledges me and we’re rarely left alone around each other; when we are we do not speak of it. we lean against a railing side by side and watch our friends fool around. courageously i say to him that the weather is nice today and he nods in agreement before his friend calls him over. when he leaves my side, his knuckles brush past mine once more. i jump in surprise and tell myself it was another forgivable accident but then he glances back at me as he walks away and i can’t be too sure. 

i am frozen still in a shrub waiting for the enemy to pass by. the sound of my heartbeat in my ears is so loud but suddenly it is replaced with the familiar crackle of electricity that haunted my dreams for the longest of times. when i turn around i see a man gasping for life, holding on tightly to the kunai i imagined would have been plunged into the nape of my neck if it wasn’t for the ball of lightning sizzling away in his chest. the man’s body drops to the ground and i finally see him standing there in the man’s place, his lower arm is soaked with blood from the fatal strike. he takes my hand and helps me onto my feet. that famous red eye is hiding behind a porcelain hound mask and he asks me if i'm okay. i assure him i am and thank him, he nods his head in reply and walks away. i don’t mind that he’s left my hand stained with our enemy’s blood. 

when i am given the rank of jonin i am months away from being twenty. i’m not allowed to drink just yet but my older friends buy bottles of sake to share in the park and i accept the invitation without giving it much thought. it’s sweet on my tongue and goes down smoothly, the aftertaste reminds me of potatoes for some strange reason i can’t put my finger on. i drink and i drink until half a bottle is gone and my cheeks are red and i laugh too loudly at asuma’s lame jokes. the stars are beautiful tonight but they just look like streaks of light in my blurry vision. i lay in the grass, my head feels light and my stomach slightly churns. out of nowhere he is in my line of sight, standing over me with a touch of concern on the features that aren’t hidden away. he asks me if i'm okay and i say i'm just fine and i think to myself that i'm glad to see him. 

when he takes me home, he lectures his friends that i'm too young to get drunk and they reply that i'll be old enough in a couple of months and it doesn’t make that much of a difference. he doesn’t mind my drunken babbling and how my head leans on his shoulder as we walk slowly through the dimly lit streets. his grip around my waist is tight and i try not to say something foolish like the way he fights is a form of art or that i want him to hold my hand again. he drops me off at the door and leaves once i am inside safely. i pass out that night thinking of the ways i want to be his.

i am twenty one when he leaves the anbu and i see him on the streets alone. his nose is in a book and he doesn’t notice as i walk by. i fight the urge to turn around and ask him how he’s going, i’ll be late to meet up with my old squad to train if i do. later when i walk home, i stare off into the distance and think about making dinner and sharpening my collection of kunai when i collide with something hard. i jump out of fright at the impact, ready to snap when two hands land on my shoulders to secure me in place. we’re not kids anymore and he smiles at me and apologises even when i'm at fault. i ask him how he’s been and he says he’s been just fine. he walks me home and we talk about missions and his new role as a squad leader. on my doorstep he says he’ll see me around and then he is gone and i am left greedily wanting more of his time.

one day when we are standing alone he tells me he is in love with me. it is is out of the blue and i brush it off with laugher, telling him he couldn’t possibly be; he takes my hand in his and insists it’s true. he tells me that he has been since the moment i collided with him in the street when he was ten years old. that when the world was unkind to him, i provided enough kindness to keep him going, all in a smile and a greeting. it is everything i have wanted to hear and more. the angry swarm of bees are back and i am stung over and over again. he can tell that i'm paralysed so his lips fall gently onto mine and it allows me to say the things i cannot utter out loud. my eyes are closed and i can see the very same fireworks from the night our fingers touched. when he breaks away from me he says we should get out of here and wordlessly i agree. we walk in the streets of the village and i am unsure of the destination he has in mind. his fingers are wrapped around mine.

OKAY IM SO SORRY @stunudo I deleted the originally ask but here is 6 and 10 for jemily!

6. How they decorate their bedroom.

this but like without the fur rug! I feel like they definitely compromise a lot, but they both end up really liking the black paint because it gives the room a cozy vibe!

10. TV shows they watch together and ones they hide from each other.

JJ loves like true crime, but Emily would hate it so she definitely watches them in secret. Emily definitely watches Grey’s Anatomy in secret because she doesn’t want to admit how much she loves the drama.

Together, I feel like they’d watch movies not TV because watching seasons of shows takes time they definitely don’t have. So I feel like they’d watch horror movies together all the time and try to compete to see who gets scared the least. So I feel like they’d be into the Haunting of Hill House and that whole series!

My mom always used to say that it was good that we had mice - because it meant that we didnt have rats.

My family told this story over and over about my uncle waking up and finding a rat on his bed - it was when he decided he really needed to move

I was thinking about how the time we left, i heard rats in the walls.... just sliding down the fucking wall. And id bang on it to make them go away. For a moment i remembered it as just normal

But it wasnt. Most of my life at my house, we didnt have rats. And i was mortified when they showed up

But i just... got used to it. It bothered me... and i didnt like seeing them in the kitchen at night...but i just.... dealt with it

A hole appeared on my ceiling in the last couple years - it was the size of a the ink in a pen. My mother kept spilling stuff and it would pour into my room. I was fighting with her over it.

She broke everything that wasnt broken in the house. I started taping up the walls and the floors to keep the wolf spiders in the basement and out of rooms that i sat in

I was terried to clean the house because i knew at any moment a giant spider could come running out of where i was cleaning

The animals pissing and shitting everywhere could be changed if people didnt allow them. Shit being caked into the floorboards could be changed in my grandfather gave a fuck.

I can never show ppl the horrors that i saw because i never took pictures. I just got sick it was every few months and immediately started to clean. I didnt want to prolong the experience or resentment by taking pictures...

I didnt want to leave that house. It was my home. It will always be my home.

My creepy smelly haunted ancient falling apart infested home.

The toilets were like the first plumbing ever made when we moved in. There was black seaweed like stuff swimming at the bottom. It would overflow everytime you flushed it and pour through the living room ceiling...

he windows were disgusting and dirty and they didnt stay up on theirg own

My rooms floor was seperating from the wall. There was cat litter behind the radiator that no matter how hard i cleaned - i coildnt get - a reminder of my 18 year old cats habbits

The back door was broken. My mom put plastic on it which the cats ripped open to jump through like a doggy door - scaring the life out of me. The glass door past it didnt shut - my mom tied a leash to it and kept it closed that way. It would swing open with the wind and creek.

The ghosts scared me

The sheds were falling apart

The barn had carpenter bees

The hayfeild was next to the turnpike and two other major roads... it was loud and there was no privacy

The third feild was mostly marshland

The property was full of poisonous plants that could paralyze you and picky weeds that burned if they touched you. The small little feild at the bottom always had too many bees

The backyard sloped

But there was so much beauty. Though the crick was drying up from the houses built on the other side of the hill - i remembered the ducks and filling up water buckets and daydreaming in the tree above. Trying to get accross the rocks and my dog drinking. The big stream where i went swimming and once saw a lobster. The feild was open - multiflora rose gone to the hungry goats over the years. The trees that used to be apple trees where i sat and ate till i was full and the spot where my favorite one stood - where my mom and i had picnics.

That feeling from the back feild tbat felt like true serenity and the cool sheild from the summer heat beneath the congested bit of pine trees.

I remember my trecks down the crick - trying to jump from rock to rock

And the time i tried to stand on the ice where the marsh was - enjoying watching my family ice skate before falling and hurting my head

The quiet snowy nights that i sled down the hayfeild with my aunt

The warm fluffy feeling of a barn FULL of animals.

The sheds that alternated as storage or more room for more animals.

The path i used to take up to the barn before everything on the path fell apart

Id walk around and find peices.... things.... that my mom, me, or someone in my family had set down.... not knowing that it would never be picked up again

Our animal graveyard.... because we loved them so much...

The reminince where the big light used to shine over the ducks and backyard - when we had night parties with candles and tents and all the normal stuff a family has

The back of the house leading to the basement where my first dog used to live and my personal garden leading up to it

The dog yard with the table - the first place i played with my greatgrandmothers dog before we moved into the house

The comfort of my parking lot - knowing that im finally home

Driving to the top of the hill before getting there and looking down on my property- the send setting over the lake so beautifully.

My house was in ruins.... all my momories were there. All the love.... you could find peices of it everywhere

So i was just thinking.... how there were rats in my walls... but they ended up being just an annoying addition that i didnt put much thought into

Because id put up with a lot to keep something i love....

And idk what to do about it. Without my pets it was already hard. Watching everything i knew and loved break fall apart and be abandoned... was hard for a number of years. The place doesnt mean so much witout my animals and family - all the love that made it was a warm place. Even if i could have afforded to keep it... it wouldnt be a nice place to be alone...

But it all went so fast... just like my mom.... and i still dont know how to face that.

I always dream that im there. I always dream im with my mom.

I cant make another place full of love and warmth.... without everything and everyone that is was lost at that house....

Although its a skeliton now it still encapsulates those memories...: and while it hurt to keep remembering things that were gone... now i remember them but its not tangible

hi danie do you have any tv drama recs 👉👈

hellooo!! sorry this is late school killed me today but here you go:

1. true detective! first season. i only watched the first season but it’s really good, they’re all different stories so you can just watch that one and not the others, or all of them

2. black mirror. everyone knows it at this point im pretty sure but it’s really interesting, the effects of technology painted in a dark light

3. breaking bad. again, probably everyone knows this but i highly recommend it -its enjoyable, and very interesting! very tense as well. also highly unpredictable which imo makes a show good, when you can actually worry about the characters

4. chernobyl. highly recommend it if you’re interested in the disaster, i think it’s very very good

5. sherlock. this may be overhyped and very spoken of but i highly recommend it. it’s true, sherlock is very caricatured and it might feel unrealistic, but that’s what makes it good imo. not to mention benedict is PERFECT for the role of sherlock, and has a terrific balance with john watson (martin freeman)

6. over the garden wall. an animation! i highly recommend it, i found it very interesting when i watched it

7. stranger things. yup, another popular one, but i do think it’s worth it! so far, s1 remains the best for me, but i don’t think the quality lowers too much from s1 to s2 and s3. worth it!

8. third rock from the sun. listen if you like comedies this is HILARIOUS. it’s one of my favourite concepts: aliens come to earth and must act as humans, but humans make 0 sense to them so they’re just stumbling w odd phrases and odd costumes of ours lmfao

9. doctor who. ok another popular one! i especially liked the 9th doctor (1st season), and i haven’t finished (i didnt get past 11th for personal reasons) but i recommend it! its very entertaining and interesting 

10. the leftovers. i dont have much to say but its an interesting concept, also one of the actors is the actor that plays 9th doctor so ofc i’ll like it lol

11. the terror. very very interesting! i dont have much to say either but it’s definitely worth watching, also just 1 season

12. the chilling adventures of sabrina - honestly, i feel like ppl think this is too hyped up? maybe im wrong, but : it definitely isn’t. it’s very fun and interesting, im in the middle of watching it rn

13. haunting of hill house. if you like horror shows, i think this one was good!

14. haunting of bly manor. made by the same people from haunting of hill house, and its based off on a book ive read! they changed it quite a bit but it’s still pretty enjoyable

thats all i can rmr for now :]

movies i wanna watch soon list

y’all already know my taste, don’t judge me

1) eyes without a mask (1960)

Professor Genessier is guilt-stricken after his daughter's face is disfigured in a car accident. He intends to rebuild his daughter's face via grafting skin tissue; he only needs a supply of donors to experiment on. I think the movie is in french? Idk but you’re going to have to make sure to get a english subbed version.

Freaks (1932)

It follows a trapeze artist who joins a group of carnival sideshow performers with a plan to seduce and murder a dwarf in the troupe to gain his inheritance, but her plot proves to have dangerous consequences. Apparently in multiple countries it was banned for being too unsettling despite having to cut a ton of scenes to be not censored. The director is also the dude that made the classic Dracula in the 1930s.

The innocents (1961)

Literally just a nanny being freaked out about the haunted house she’s staying out. Not a big deal lol

Eraserhead (1977)

This is really pushing it with the time-frame it was made but I’ll deal with it. In a post-apocalyptic society, Henry Spencer works in a factory and has a girlfriend, Mary. When she gets pregnant, she moves to his apartment and delivers a mutant baby, who cries all the time. She can not bear the screams of the child, leaving Henry, who is on vacation, taking care of the newborn child and driving him insane. Geez, bro, that’s rough. Maybe use a condom next time.

Hour of the wolf (1968)

Johan Borg and his pregnant wife Alma arrive on a remote island to spend the summer. Johan, an artist by profession, is uninspired and restless of late. One day an old woman approaches Alma telling her to read Johan's diary, which he keeps in a black bag under the bed. As Johan's mental state continues to deteriorate, Alma becomes increasingly frightened. Unable to sleep at night for some time now, Johann tells Alma of events from his youth and eventually of Veronica, the woman he lived with for 5 years. I have a feeling this movie is going to be messed-up since it says it a psychological horror. 

Strait-jacket (1964)

I’ve actually seen this on MeTV. There’s this dude named Svengoolie that shows vintage horror movies and I would enjoy it if he wasn’t a fucking moron. Either way, if you enjoy psycho, you’ll enjoy this (i do warn you though they show the lady in an asylum in a strait-jacket.) Its about a woman who murdered her husband and the woman he was sleeping with using an ax in front of her 4-year-old daughter. When the daughter is all grown-up she decides to take care of her mother who was finally getting released from the asylum.

I’ve also seen House of Wax  by Andre DeToth. Highly recommend.

Dementia 13

Shocked by the death of her spouse, a scheming widow hatches a bold plan to get her hands on the inheritance, unaware that she is targeted by an axe-wielding murderer (again with the axes? are they fun or something?) who lurks in the family's estate. Oh wow, this was directed by the dude who made the outsiders (hear that, @blognotfound​ (¬‿¬)?)

House on haunted hill (1959)

if you’re wondering why the skeleton is holding a black box i edited the photo because there was a woman hanging and i didn’t want to trigger people with suicidal thoughts. A millionaire offers $10,000 to five people who agree to be locked in a large, spooky, rented house overnight with him and his wife. How much you wanna bet one person is going to be a monster fucker at the end?

Dead of night (1945)

Im getting bored of researching im just stealing shit i find on any site. Dead of Night is anchored by the déjà vu had by an architect at a party whose recurring nightmare seems to be bleeding over into reality. Over the course of the night, he and the other party guests, who have all starred in his dream, take turns swapping disturbing and unhinged ghost stories—until, of course, the suspense is capped off with a stellar twist ending.

L’Inferno (1911)

yes, guys, its silent, get over yourself. Its basically “the tour to the circle of hell.” I don’t need a tour, i am the tour guide (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ 

🔪😱🙌 🗣👀😕😰📺💉👻📖😒👌😂⚰️🤢💀👽😡🎵

hi i worship the groung u walk on and if u think i wont answer each and every one of these,,, ya got another thing comin’ 💖🦇🎃

🔪 Favorite Slasher film

alice, sweet alice (1976)

silent night, bloody night (1972)

black christmas (1974)

the collector (1965)

😱 Scene that always terrifies you

okay so like. lately? nothing rly shakes me to my core, which is. a fuckin shame tbh, b u t. i was like. fourteen when i first watched the shining and that scene. jack nicholson staring at the scale maze and then,, cutting to his wife and son walking in the actual thing,,,, yeP that stayed

🙌 Favorite Horror film director?

me, vibrating at a frequency that can shatter glass: yea i like jeremy saulnier a normal amount

aNYWAY saulnier. eggers. corman. bava. amirpour. rollin

🗣 Favorite Cult Classic horror?

here and also. bc u asked so im contractually obligated to offer some more

phantasm (1979)

the abominable dr. phibes (1971)

phenomena (1985)

torso (1973)

👀 2 sequels that were better than the original

okay but. objectively aliens is better and braver and gayer than alien and halloween iii: season of the witch is simply. superior. like. it says so on the title. witches. 

also. army of darkness. no further explanation needed

😕 Movie that scares everyone else that you’re not afraid of

uhh that would be. p much all modern high-profile horror franchises? not to sound like a complete film elitist, which i absolutely am, but. most of them just. dont hit the mark. they have all the elements, the atmosphere and the setting and the costumes, but. ehhh usually sth’s off

😰 First ‘scary’ movie you saw as a kid

aksfa;sf i feel like everyone has this one ghibli film that literally ruined their entire childhood and traumatized them forever and thAT would be spirited away for me ! those fuckin pigs still haunt my dreams

📺 That one really bad horror movie that you love to watch

rip to those who hate the babysitter but i have taste 

💉 Most fucked up horror film you’ve seen

(i love all of these,, So Much)

audition (1999)

the descent (2005)

eden lake (2008)

the void (2016)

martyrs (2008)

raw (2016)

👻 What scary movie you’ll be watching this Halloween?

ive been meaning to watch kuroneko (1968) for a while now and also. she dies tomorrow (2020) bc if there’s anything i love more than an amy seimetz film is an amy seimetz film starring kate lyn sheil, and also. probably some kinda 80s slasher too. to. yk. set the mood,, this one and this one look p sweet 

ive been meaning to rewatch coraline too but i also have a chapter and the last half of a fic to write so uhhh we’ll see how that goes

📖 Best book to movie horror

the haunting (1963) is one of the most terrifying movies ive ever seen and just. gets shirley jackson’s tone and atmosphere? just. gorgeous and horrifying

also mike flanagan is a god and the haunting of hill house is a gift and that’s that on horror

😒 Most annoying character in a scary movie

,, men

👌 Your most underrated horror film

here and also! 

most beautiful island (2017)

honeymoon (2014)

we are the night (2010)

kiss of the damned (2012)

😂 Unintentionally funniest horror film

here and not to be like that but. hereditary was fuckin hilarious

⚰️ Best death scene

i know there are hundreds others im forgetting but uhhh the unmade scene in suspiria (2018),, come under my wings indEED

🤢 Grossest horror movie

like. yeah okay cannibal holocaust was super yucky and the turtle scene was Extremely Unsettling but. uhh climax was rly gross? everyone was so,,, sweaty,,

💀 Favorite Zombie film

here ! maN i love zombiez

👽 Favorite Sci-Fi Horror

night of the comet (1984)

beyond the black rainbow (2010)

annihilation (2018)

ex machine (2014)

altered states (1980)

village of the damned (1960)

the void (2016)

tarantula (1955)

the stepford wives (1975)

😡 The sequel/prequel that pisses you off

y i kes i watched the last halloween movie recently and it was just,, so bland,, boring,, unnecessary,, pls im so tired 

🎵 Scariest Soundtrack

suspiria is obv the first choice like. goblin went off w that, and ive been listening obsessively to the osts of haunting hill and bly manor, and also. under the skin by mica levi is,,, 

🎃 Horror Movie Asks 🎃

2019 year in review

thank you for tagging me, lovely @thesilverrqueen !

(none of these are in order cause my indecision doesn't let me)

Top 5 films (did i even watch 5 movies last year??)

1. shutter island (i had been meaning to watch this one for years and finally did, god.. such a brilliant movie. definitely a fav)

how to train your dragon 3 (httyd franchise coming to an  end??? biggest rip but also cute asf i could rewatch all 3 over and over without getting bored)

spider-man: far from home (a spider-man movie with jake gyllenhaal??? excuse fuckign me of course this is on the list he looked gorgeous w his hair and beard. fuck me jacob.)

ek ladki ko dekha to aisa laga (a lesbian bollywood movie?? in my brown house hold??? thank fucking GOD. cried a lot at the end, still think about it till today and not to mention how much i love sonam kapoor and rajkumar rao)

el camino (GOD... the hurt i felt watching this and looking at jesse... man how i missed him. the pain was caused mostly by me remembering the kid in the yellow oversized hoodie who smiled and laughed and then seeing the traumatised man he’d become. just.. breaking bad sequel done right.)

Top 5 TV-shows (literally the only shows i actually ended up watching this year

peaky blinders (i started a while back, life happened then watched the whole thing again this year w the sis. fuckin wow, i cannot. i miss u john)

fleabag (if you havent watched fleabag???? sis wyd, STOP what you're doing and watch it now. this will probably go down as one of my favourite shows, humour, cynicism, love??)

derry girls (teenagers being allowed to be teenagers for once ffs, not giving us model looking supposed 16 year olds?? thank god. also giving glimpses of how the conflicts of that time affected their lives. just nice)

that 70s show (the episode names really just .. i couldnt stop. season 8 doesnt exist pls and thank u.)

the haunting of hill house (a horror show thats actually good?? it exists?? yes it does. and plus they let me stare at kate, carla, michiel and oliver for 10 episodes.)

(game of thrones who???)

Top 5 songs (can u believe only FIVE SONGS??? this shouldve been 5 albums but i’ll concede) 

mission - catfish and the bottlemen, the balance (ugh that beginning??? van u kill meee, “im sure you know what you’re doing now, if there’s a wall son, knock it down” & “you know i’ve shown you the ropes enough to know that almost dont count for nothing now, so go ahead make the missus proud” then the beat?? ugh i listen to this on repeat and just die;)

2all - catfish and the bottlemen, the balance (hits HARD and in the best way. all of the balance is just so dear to me i can’t imagine this year without it and will definitely be sad not to have new music from the boys until they decide to bless us. “i gave my love to all, all the ones that stuck around” which is also a quote i’ve stuck on my laptop.)

social cues - cage the elephant, social cues (i’ll just say it now, but cage the elephant kills me,, and matt’s voice is just always good to me. so when the album came out ofc i cried. “hide me in the back room, tell me when it’s over. dont know if i can play this part much longer” the way this bit is.. with the change in beat and matt’s singing just thank you. black madonna from the album is another fav)

wars - of monsters and men, fever dream (of monsters and men came out with a new album;........ WHEN I SAY I DIED --I REALLY DID. their music always has been transcendental to me so this one did what was promised. “love you on the weekends, but im careless and im wicked,” just... neato i cannot)

vulture, vulture - of monsters and men, fever dream (favourite song on the album, has been on repeat all fucking year. “i dont know about these heavy hands..” god the line, the way it’s sung just hits me)

Top 5 books

the glass menagerie - tennessee williams (hit me too hard and too close, the whole thing and the ending absolutely wrecked me ,,, tom wtf)

a storm of swords - george r.r. martin (everything about these two parts were just damn, i needED THAT. damn u george)

salt to the sea - ruta sepetys (oh god, i read this in a day whilst listening to handkerchief thief WHILST there was a storm, i got so immersed into it it was fuckin insane. ending is amazing and still sits inside me. the writing is beautiful i could reread this one over and over.)

the magic of reality - richard dawkins (dawkins is just.. explanation of everything in the best way possible for a fellow agnostic/atheist)

the fall of house usher - edgar allan poe (do i really have to elaborate? short story that leaves u unsettled)

5 positive or happy things that happened this year!

came out to my best friends  (who were both supportive as hell)

finished school! (good fucking riddance, cannot think of the last 2 years without getting nauseous)

got closer to a few friends that always manage to make me laugh stupidly (one of which is one of the few people actually staying in the country with me for their studies and has noted that i am now stuck with them for the years to come)

met some incredible people through tumblr (yknow who you babes are)

wrote for someone other than myself and got to practice something i love so dearly (thank you allll so much for allowing me to do so and enjoying something so dear to me)

im tagging @thelandofnothing @yanak324 @jjclarku @starkyards @aryasbadbenergy @princess-of-winterfell99 @watersandwolves and anyone who wants to do this, names aren't coming to me 

Phantasma Magica Ch. 9

STORY SUMMARY

Clockwork and the Observants send Danny to Hogwarts on a special mission. But, cryptic as ever, that Old Stopwatch never actually told him what would happen on it!!! “All you need to do right now, Daniel, is stay focused on your mission. And remember, the-” “‘The Lions with the time-turner, lightning-bolt scar, and hair like fire are friends; watch out for the rat; and the black dog is not a threat.’ Yeah, you’ve only repeated that a few dozen times today.”

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It was very nice to not have to worry about anyone’s safety. With his newfound peace-of-mind, Danny was actually able to help Hermione with her research for Hagrid and Buckbeak’s trial, invisibly scanning the library shelves for any useful books or articles, taking them back to her, and returning the ones she was done with.

He would’ve helped look through the articles himself, but… she was far better at that part than him, seemed to be enjoying herself (now that she wasn’t exhausted) – and even she agreed that this was a far more, uh… efficient strategy.

But while Danny was becoming much better friends with Hermione, Ron… Well. Danny supposed they weren’t very close to begin with, but Ron wasn’t too happy about him spending so much time with her. Though, Danny figured the only reason Harry wasn’t hanging out with her, too, was because of how much of his time was taken up by Quidditch practices. The team’s leader was very determined to win that year, for some reason. Danny didn’t know -- … or care -- why.

So, to try and get Ron to open up to him again, Danny came up with an idea – which he first thought of after seeing, time and again, how much of a bully Draco Malfoy really was. He ended up not even needing to ask why the Trio didn’t like him. (Not to mention, it was because of Draco’s fake “serious” injury that poor Buckbeak was facing potential death.)

He set his plan in motion during lunch one day, tapping Ron on the shoulder to get his attention – though not without him jumping a bit. Danny whispered in Ron’s ear, “Meet me at the top of the Astronomy Tower tonight.” “What? Why should I?” he whispered back, covering his words by moving to take a bite of food. “I have an idea I think you’ll like. To get back at Malfoy.” He could tell by the change in the boy’s expression that he was interested. And that night, as requested, Ron (and Harry; Danny supposed he should’ve expected as much) appeared on top of the tower from under Harry’s invisibility cloak.

They wasted no time in asking the phantasm what his plan was. “It’s actually really simple. You guys – wizards, I mean – You don’t have any way of passing through solid objects, do you?” “Uh… I don’t think so…?” Harry answered, turning to Ron. He shrugged. “I’ve never heard about a spell that can do that. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, though, I guess.” “Alright, well… Watch this!” Grabbing a book he had “borrowed” from the library, Danny turned it intangible and stuck it part-way through the floor. Ron and Harry gaped at him. He pulled it back out and set it down. “I can do that with anything, as long as it’s not too big – including people. I can turn things invisible, too!” “Blimey…” Ron’s expression turned from awed, to mischievous. “Oho, just think of the stuff we could do to Malfoy! Why didn’t you tell us you could do that earlier!?” “So what kind of stuff did you have in mind?” Harry asked, grinning.

For the next couple weeks, Malfoy could’ve sworn Peeves the Poltergeist himself had made him his personal pranking-bag. Chairs that moved on their own, missing school supplies, too many dropped objects to count – other objects being randomly burning hot or freezing cold… Someone put an itching hex on every blanket he replaced on his bed. He even thought he kept seeing Potter’s Firebolt floating around – but every time he looked, it was gone. But worst of all was…

Draco shifted on the bench again. For the love of Merlin, he just wanted to eat his dinner in peace! But every time he tried to get comfortable, his skin would crawl again.

“Draco, what’s wrong?” asked Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Slytherin girl who, pretty obviously, had a crush on him. “It’s nothing.” Even as he said it, he flinched. He felt a sharp (but minor) pain on his stomach. It felt like… There it was again! This time, on his thigh. Then more crawling sensations – – they were all over him now. “I need to go to the restroom,” Malfoy excused himself when he felt whatever-it-was start to travel down his arms, up his collar. And now into– –Draco sped up.

Danny personally thought this one was a little cruel, but he had to admit that Malfoy’s expression had been pretty funny. Ron and Harry were having trouble containing their laughter, getting the attention of Ron’s prank-enthusiast twin brothers. “Oy! What’s so funny?” Gasping, Harry replied, “I think Malfoy’s having some trouble…” With a knowing look to each other, the Twins asked what they had done – and both of them started having their own laughing fit at the word “earwigs.”

Unfortunately, even after that, Danny couldn’t convince Ron to forgive Hermione. And after Ron giving her the cold shoulder for such a long time… It was pretty obvious that it was really upsetting her.

She was telling Hagrid about the progress she had made in her research when Hagrid brought it up. He tried to comfort her as best he could and promised to talk to Ron (and Harry) when he saw the boys again – despite her insisting he didn’t need to do that, and “If he doesn’t see that it wasn’t my fault, then that idiot can keep not being my friend!” … She couldn’t quite keep the tears out of her voice when she said that, though… 

Whether Hagrid went through with that promise or not, Ron still didn’t want anything to do with Hermione – even when the next Hogsmeade weekend rolled around. At first, Hermione seemed determined to stay in the castle and continue studying. But eventually, Danny managed to convince her that some fresh air and a break from routine could do her some good.

It was much more fun to look around the small town with company, even if he couldn’t really talk to her through more than the occasional whisper. She told him all sorts of stuff about the place under her breath – the town’s history, mostly, but also things like how wizards made using owls for mail delivery work, and what the different kinds of candy in that one store were. Knowing how much he liked it, she even ordered Danny a hot chocolate at the Three Broomsticks.

After they were done, they went their separate ways to get back into the school grounds. Danny (knowing the other routes risked him running into the Twins) had made it a habit to use the tunnel under the Shrieking Shack to get to and from Hogsmeade. And it was a good thing he did.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to be staring at the “haunted” house from the safety of the fence. But this time, it was Ron. Who… seemed to be talking to himself. Danny smiled. ‘Of course Hermione wasn’t the only one with an invisible friend today.’ Movement and sound from down the hill then caught Danny’s attention. ‘Uh-oh’ Malfoy was headed towards them, accompanied by his two friends-slash-bodyguards “Crabbe” and “Goyle.” ‘No way this is gonna end well.’

“… should have an owl from Father any time now. He had to go to the hearing to tell them about my arm… about how I couldn’t use it for three months…” His goons sniggered. “I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself.. ‘There’s no ‘arm in ‘im, ‘onest’… that hippogriff’s as good as dead–” He cut off when he spotted Ron “alone” – and grinned. “What are you doing, Weasley?” Draco looked at the Shack behind Ron. “Suppose you’d love to live here, wouldn’t you, Weasley? Dreaming about having your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room – is that true?”

From the sudden extension of fabric, Danny assumed Harry had grabbed the back of Ron’s robes to keep him from trying to attack the bully. This was confirmed when he heard Harry whisper “Leave him to me.” Danny, using his phantasmal senses, managed to hone in on Harry’s location close enough to whisper, “It’s me. I’ll help.”

Danny stayed close to Harry (just in case) and watched as a handful of mud floated into the air… “… Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. D’you think he’ll cry when they cut off his hippogriff’s–” –and launched itself at the back of Malfoy’s head with a *splat*! “What the–?” Ron was laughing so hard that he had to use the fence to support himself. The three bullies were spinning wildly, trying to figure out where the mud had come from. With a snarl, Draco wiped his hair clean. “Great. Just when I thought it was over. Who’s doing this?!” He demanded from the air. Danny snickered. Ron casually commented, “Very haunted up here, isn’t it?” Crabbe and Goyle looked scared (their big muscles wouldn’t help against a ghost), but Malfoy just looked more annoyed.

Meanwhile, Harry had snuck closer to a puddle to grab some stinky green sludge. This time, the two goons got hit, too. “It came from over there!” Malfoy, wiping his face off, directed Crabbe toward Harry’s general direction. Danny gently grabbed Harry and floated him back over to Ron. “My turn,” he whispered.

Double checking how far away the dementors were, Danny carefully let his aura spread out. It was still a bit cold outside, so it took a few seconds for them to start shivering. Then a few more before they noticed the ice forming underneath them, up their muddy-wet shoes, and forming frost on their cheeks. “Wha– There shouldn’t be any dementors out here yet. It’s still daytime!” Draco all but whimpered. He, Crabbe, and Goyle were looking nervous. Finally, Danny sealed the deal with his best dementor impression: with no warning or build-up, the sound of loud, wheezing breaths came from directly above the three. Not wasting any time, the Slytherins ran – slipping and sliding and falling over each other – back down the hill.

Ron and Harry were doing some pretty good dementor impressions of their own – wheezing with barely-contained laughter. “Ha…! That was bloody BRILLIANT!”

Soon after, Harry, Danny, and Ron returned to the Gryffindor common room (in their own ways). When they got there, Danny received some good news/bad news. The good news was that Ron and Hermione were friends again. The bad news… was what caused it.

Hagrid had sent a letter to Hermione from London, covered in teardrops, saying that he had lost the case. Buckbeak was going to be executed. However, there was still some hope. With the possibility of an appeal driving them on, the Trio was reunited to help save their friend’s pet. They visited Hagrid every evening they could and, despite the hustle of the upcoming exams, did their best to form some kind of defense for him to use. Danny even suggested trying to “kidnap” the hippogriff and take him somewhere safe – they couldn’t blame Hagrid if Buckbeak was stolen by a “dangerous creature,” after all! However, using that plan would mean Danny would be hunted by the Ministry, so it was decided that would be the backup plan.

Now that they were interacting with her again, Ron and Harry noticed something strange about Hermione. And when their Easter break rolled around, with everyone else stressed beyond belief by trying to finish homework and study for their End of Year Exams – they couldn’t ignore it anymore. “Okay. You have to tell me how you’re doing it.” “Doing what?” Ron glared at her. “We all have more homework than we’ve ever had in our lives. And you’re taking more classes than anyone – which, I still want to know how you’re going to more than one class at a time, by the way–” “That’s nonsense, Ronald. No one can be in two places at once,” Hermione stated matter-of-factly. “– not to mention how much you’re working on the appeal for Hagrid. Yet somehow, you’re the most relaxed and rested person here!” “What can I say?” Hermione hid her face behind her book; she couldn’t help grinning. “I just have better time management skills!”

In truth, Hermione was practically living every day twice, at this point. Danny, wanting to be able to come and go as he pleased, had decided to let her use his pipe-hideout to work in (pulling her intangibly through a wall was easier than guarding random classrooms), and he had taken to sneaking a double of each meal up to her. But even if Hermione was living a double life, and Ron was stressed by their overflow of homework, no one was busier than Harry. He had to work his homework and studying in around daily Quidditch practices.

The entire school was buzzing with excitement for the upcoming match, too. Danny had never experienced this level of rivalry (and often, downright hostility!) over a school-level game. The excitement finally caused him to pay enough attention that he found out why the captain of the Gryffindor team had been driving Harry so hard: Gryffindor hadn’t won the “Quidditch Cup” in many years, and Harry’s skill (and amazing broom) meant that they finally had a good chance of winning this time! And the excitement was contagious. To his (minor) dismay, even Danny found himself drawn into it! And the fact that the Slytherin team’s “Seeker” (the position Harry played on the Gryffindor team) was Draco Malfoy just strengthened that excitement for Danny AND the Trio – but especially for Harry. Danny haaaad attended a few of the matches, but – despite the crash-course Harry had given him that weekend in the Hospital Wing – he still couldn’t quite manage to really get into the sport.

Until now.

When the game started, Danny took up his usual position near the top of the stands – close enough to (hopefully) not be hit by any of the flying players, but far enough away to not be touched by anyone in the crowd. Speaking of the crowd, it was easy to tell who the favorite to win was. Everyone in every House but Slytherin (“Gryffindor,” “Hufflepuff,” and “Ravenclaw”) were decked out in Gryffindor’s colors: red and gold. The quarter of the stadium flashing green and silver made a sharp contrast.

Danny found himself glued to his seat (metaphorically, since he was floating) watching the players fly back and forth, scoring goals in the giant bubble-wand-like goal-posts, hitting “bludgers” at the opposite team’s players to knock them off their brooms, angering the referee several times by smashing directly into the players instead… To say both teams were playing dirty would have been an understatement.

Danny didn’t fully get the points system, but he knew this much: He was embarrassed.

Because when Harry managed to grab the “Snitch” right out from under Malfoy’s hand – despite Harry being further away, starting towards the Snitch from all the way in the center of the field – – and the stadium erupted in cheers…

He actually turned ~visible~ for a second in his excitement…!

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would it be annoying if i said 1-50? i wanna know all of it

no it’s v sweet...... kis...

1. what’s the best thing that happened to you today?

i just relaxed and kinda just didnt do much!! love it when i get a day Off. my cat laid next to me and it was so cute that might be the best part. also just had a nice phone call with u a bit ago was rlly nice

2. where do you see yourself living in 10 years?

the city that i currently live in. i will be 29! yikes!

3. apartment or house?

house. i need places to go and space to exist in and apartments make me feel v cramped

4. has your aesthetic changed at all in the last year?

i change it every season!

5. what is something you’re proud of?

im good with kitty cats..... also being a published poet and having 2 years of government work experience at19!

6. name three books that changed your life.

warriors: into the wild, the haunting of hill house, and persepolis

7. do you have a favorite podcast?

i love taz!! (thanks for introducing me to it) and wtnv is my forever love.

8. what three songs can you not get enough of right now?

i don’t trust u anymore

the guillotine

cuz i love you

9. favorite quote?

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.” and yes that is a FNV quote

10. state an unpopular opinion that you have.

i gotta think on this one? i hate potatoes? but as for like more controversial/political stuff i gotta think on that

11. if you could live in any other decade, when & where would you choose?

medieval germany just so i could understand how horrifically people smelled

12. describe your ideal date?

going to a place where i can pet goats and having flowers brought to me... hehe

but as for like a date i havent done? i think just like. being surprised with a small gift/flowers because i love gifts/flowers and then going for a nice walk somewhere pretty and then doing some activity like pottery or shopping or like.. just an activity that’s a good time!!! and then having a nice dinner or lunch (no ideal date of mine starts early bc that’s cuddling time) and then going home and watching a movie and hangin out!

13. are you currently crushing on anybody?

yeas! you know who!!

14. if you could have dinner with anybody, who would it be?

my grandma cause i never met her. or like a grandma further up in my lineage and idk anything abt my heritage tbh

15. what time do you usually go to sleep & wake up?

i sleep from 10:30-1:00 and wake up around 9

16. what’s your favorite instrument?

cello, viola, or mandolin

17. what song do you love dancing to?

i will get down to just about anything. in stores, restaurants, anywhere. u have seen me do this.

18. what’s a topic that you wish you knew more about?

hmm how to make change using activism. i see so much injustice in the world and im not sure how to fix it

19. got a random fact you’ve been holding on to?

i have only had animals that had black fur as pets!

20. favorite fruit & vegetable?

i like mango and tomato

21. what’s your favorite dish to cook?

im so bad at cooking so a dish i CAN cook that i like is chicken soup made from scratch

22. favorite beverage?

screwdriver

23. how are you feeling in this moment?

pretty okay!

24. are you reading a book at the moment? what do you like about it?

i should be... eek

25. name three songs that stir up the deepest emotions.

a pearl by mitski

running up that hill by kate bush

i dont have a third one, these two songs rlly bring out tears in me tho. esp the second one

26. what’s your favorite season & why?

winter cuz i love snow and holidays, spring cause im happiest then, fall cause it smells good and new things happen, summer because i can be lazy and actually see sun?

27. when is your birthday?

you know >:)

28. what do you do when you need to de-stress?

play viddy game

29. do you prefer spontaneous or pre-arranged plans?

both are grEAt

30. name an experience in your life you wish you could do over?

high school, i wasted far too much time being sad

31. do you like the name you were given? if not, is there a different one you’d prefer?

nope! and im not sure yet!

32. what’s your favorite weather?

snow !!!

33. are you satisfied with how your life is going right now?

i think so!

34. describe a time that you were brave.

i stood up to a rlly abusive partner at some point and i paid dearly for it but i stopped letting myself be a doormat

35. is there a movie you like better than the book it was based on?

uhhh not particularly 

36. do you have a place you go to when you feel stressed/sad?

lake

37. what was the last thing that made you laugh?

thicc furry women google search

38. what time is it where you are?

night

39. what is something you’re excited for?

seeing you tomorrow, our next date, and finishing fire emblem.

40. got any summer plans?

work, get sun, hang out

41. when was the last time you intentionally went out to see the sunrise?

never 

42. favorite film genre?

psych thriller

43. coffee or tea?

u and i both love tea and that’s why we fell in love

44. describe your body without using any negative adjectives.

soft, so very soft. olive. stronger than it seems!

45. is there a cover song that you like better than the original?

make you feel my love by adele

46. are you on good terms with your parents?

it’s complicated

47. are you in a relationship? if not, are you looking to be?

i am!!!!!!!!!!!!

48. do you typically look for a partner with the same traits as you or someone to complement yours?

hmmb.... think both? i couldnt be with someone similar to me. but i think like someone who shares some traits with me and also challenges me. like someone who can enjoy quiet moments and likes to stay in but also someone who encourages me to communicate in my life and takes me to new places!!!! hm.. who could i be describing......

49. describe your aesthetic.

forest lamb moss bitch

50. put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs to play.

in the deep woods - sdv soundtrack

northern downpour - panic! at the disco

fire editorial - the mountain goats

jolene - dolly parton

a sadness runs through him - the hoosiers 

pool boyz - diet cig

sleepyhead - passionpit

teenage dirtbag - weezer 

When the Catholic Girls go Camping - Giraffes? Giraffes!

Horchata - vampire weekend

rules: answer 21 questions then tag 21 people

tagged by: @severalsmallbeans thanks babe ❤️

name: Lauren

nickname: I don’t have one Dx

gender: a she

star sign: Leo

height: 167cm/5′5

current time: 11:47pm oh god I need to be in bed

fave artists: Like.. musical artists? the blood brothers, genghis tron, a perfect circle... idk I listen to a lot of random video game and anime opening musics

song stuck in my head: “Can You Hear the People Sing?” From Les Miserables has been stuck there for DAYS and I always have Heat of the Moment by Asia just chilling in the back of my mind. Always. Al w ays.

last movie i saw: I watched a quiet place on the plane? Does that count?

last thing i googled: “T-table pdf” sigh

other blogs: none!

do i get asks: I do! Usually more around the times I update fics and i’m always SUPER BAD about replying quickly I’m so sorry guys :(

reason for url: when I was 15 I was inexplicably into The Neverending Story so I made my screen name TheNobleFalkor. And I can’t clearly remember the order of events but a very butthurt ex of mine hijacked my account so I made a new screen name which was TheMajesticArtax, and at some point the “The” was dropped because I’m lazy and I was left with the url you see before you and YES that means I’ve had this name attached to me for half of my life

following: 200? 250?

average sleep:  6-7 hours

lucky number: 2, but as beans said, 9 and 10 are p great

currently wearing: a short sleeve blue and white paisley (? It’s a weird pattern idk) button up shirt, grey sweatpants, and the comfiest black and white boot socks. It’s a look.

dream job: I don’t KNOW IM IN CRISIS but whatever I do i’ll be jamming with some porn writing on the side

dream trip: the Scandinavian countries for a full calendar year

fave foods: pork belly, fruit roll ups, rack of lamb, cremeux de Bourgogne, bleu d’auvergne (I like French cheese :D), tomatoes, and milk

instruments: clarinet, tenor sax, piano sort of

fave song(s):  SnK s3 opening, Rift Shop - weeaboo, Banana fish opening, Alexisonfire - no transitory

hair color: black

favorite fruit: peaches, raspberries

favorite season: transitional spring -> summer

favorite animal: cats 

favorite fictional character: Hinataaaa but kageyama is the closest second in the world

favorite TV show(s):  We all know what anime I like, so I’m also fond of Shameless, Handmaid’s Tale and.... I really don’t know, i have this really bad thing where i need constant noise no matter what i’m doing so i put tv shows on but don’t watch them at all. i’ve gone through whole shows without knowing what one of the main characters looks like so it’s really hard to say :( i did really like Haunting of Hill House! Artistically/cinematically it was incredible.

cat or dog: cats!

favourite colour: black, grey, and navy blue

do you have a crush on tumblr: I’m just in love with everyone 

play(ed) any sports?: in my lifetime I’ve done softball, basketball, tennis, track/cross-country, cheerleading if we are calling that a sport, and now I just cycle because I’m old. Casual volleyball for the win though :D

language(s) you speak:  English *sobs*

random fact: my knees bend backwards in a really gross way

describe yourself in aesthetic:  dumpster fire

i tag @arcanememory @sparkelingbiscuit @someone-stole-my-shoes @shownu-forever @sehunk @shouyoto @valmona @k-a-r-o-1221 @sorrel-chan-yo @sound-souls-shitface-blog @littlemisstpk ❤️

Rules: Answer these 85 questions about yourself and tag 20 people

I was tagged by @def-initely-soul lol this is A LOT.

⇢ Last:

Drink: pinot noir 

📱Call: mumma

Text Message: my photography pal kate

Song you listened to: currently ariana grande ft future everyday

Time you 😢: definitely last week 

⇢ Ever:

Dated someone twice:  yeah cause imma dumb binch

😘 someone and regretted it: nope

Been cheated on: no that i know of

Lost someone special: too many 

Gotten drunk and thrown up: yeah i went to college lmfao

⇢ In the last year, have you:

Made new friends: yeah

Fallen out of 💛: yeah

😂 until you 😢: multiple times

Found out someone was talking about you: probably, do i gaf nah.

Met someone who changed you: yeah!

Found out who your friends are: i think i’m past the age where i have to figure that out the hard way

😘 someone on your Facebook friends list: yeah lmfao

⇢ General:

How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i don’t really use fb but i would say 90% of them

Do you have any pets: yes a demon cat

Do you want to change your name: yeah it’s lame

What did you do for your last 🎂: the only person that did anything with me was @baebae-goodnight and she took me to kbbq

What time did you wake up today: 745am

What were you doing at midnight last night: alseep or trying to be

What is something you can’t wait for: my fucking hands to heal up bruh this shit is ridiculous

What are you listening to right now: ariana grande because im trash for her jams

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: my pap

Something that gets on your nerves: bruh, a gd lot honestly lol but men talking in general 

Most visited website: tumblr and instagram probably

Hair color: ombre deep brown to blonde

Long or short hair: i miss tf outta my long curls

What do you like about yourself: intuitive and genuine

Want any piercings: not anymore than the ones i have

Blood type: no clue and i could look but im in bed with wine so nah

Nicknames: didn’t i just answer this in a different game lmfao

Relationship status: perpetually single 

Zodiac sign: Leo Sun, Gemini Sun and Rising, Venus Mars Mercury and Jupiter 

Pronouns: she/her

Favorite 📺 show: The Haunting of Hill House, A Different World, Riverdale, any I Love “X” show including I Love New York lmfao

Tattoos: a giant deer on my right thy “it’s always darkest before the down” on my left shoulder blade

Right or left handed: right handed

Ever had surgery: nope

Piercings: 4 on my earlobes, one septum and double on my left nostril

Sports: currently none. previously: softball, volleyball, competitie cheerleading

Dream Vacation: Vietnam, Soko, Prague, Berlin, Helsinki, Havana

Trainers: i have lots, today my high top all white vans

Eating: nothing right now but i love to eat what you got?

Drinking: coffee, beer, wine, seltzer 

I’m about to watch: i’m going to write more after this so nothing

Waiting for: a miracle (same Marysam) and my sugar daddy lmfao

Want: win a billions dollars

Get married for: money lmfao probably

Career: currently i work in the philanthropic sector

Hugs or kisses: leave me alone unless you’re min yoongi

👄 or eyes: eyes

Shorter or taller: idk just don’t have a complex about it either way

Older or younger: OLDER.

Nice arms or stomach: sense of humor

Hookup or relationship: leave me alone lmfao

Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

⇢ Have you ever:

😘 a stranger: hell yeah i went to college

Drank hard liquor: only gin and tonics i’m old

Lost glasses: i actually have been searching for my other pair for months now so yeah lmfao

Turned someone down: like a week ago

Sex on first date: if i want

Broken someone’s ️❤️:no clue probably

Had your 💔: yeah

Been arrested: not yet

😢 when someone died: yeah

Fallen for a friend: yeah

⇢ Do you believe in:

Yourself: try to

Miracles: nah

💛 at first sight: hell nah

😘 on the first date: if we want

Angels: kinda?

⇢ Other:

Best friend’s name: i have a few but ones i’ve met via tumblr @baebae-goodnight  @hyunas-hoe-wife  @kpopfanfictrash @underthejoon @k-p-p-d lilth

Eye color: brown

Favorite Movie: Breakfast Club

Favorite actor: Robin Williams

Favorite Food: Any chicken

Extrovert or Introvert: introvert

Favorite flower: sunflowers, peonies, black dahlias

Favorite Hello 🐈 characters: i’m assuming this is hello kitty and i was never really into that and don’t foresee myself getting into it

LMFAO this was so long and i don’t expect literally anyone to do it but if you want to procrastinate like i currently did @baebae-goodnight @kpopfanfictrash @underthejoon @kittae @joonbird @daegusoftboys @ellrouxx @chessireneko @whoatheresparkie have at it. i’m not finding 20 ppl lmfao

Growing Strange

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Chapter 2: The Beginning Of The End

(AO3)  (FF.net)

High School.

A virtual battlefield of gossip, and social tyranny. More peers, bigger classrooms, sadistic teachers, nastier bullies, stricter hierarchy, and somehow even worse school lunches.

The party readied themselves with their best weapons at the forefront: El and Max. El could kick anyone's ass, she proved that well enough, and Max could talk her way out of any situation.

They were as excited as they were fearful. Being another year older meant more freedom. They were closer to driving, to getting jobs, to becoming adults and achieving their goals. More rigorous classes meant that studying might actually be a challenge, one they were eager to take on. More elective options meant Will could take ceramics and drawing, and that Dustin could finally be the light tech for theater. Mike was pleased to learn the AV club needed a new president, and Lucas was considering trying out for baseball. Max was just stoked that the schools quad had great curbs and hills for skating on, and El was glad she shared almost all of her classes with her friends.

Puberty hit the group like a brick wall, especially the boys. Dustin's chubby cheeks were replaced with slightly more angular ones, and all of his teeth had come in beautiful and straight. Will was more or less still pretty shrimpy, but his deep and wide set eyes, and finally outgrowing his bowl cut made him strikingly handsome.

Probably the most noticeable differences had been in Lucas and Mike. Lucas was no longer gangly and baby faced. He had become muscular over the long summer months of lawn mowing and hedge trimming. It earned him a lot of attention from other girls at school, but Max could scare them away with a well placed scowl. Max herself had developed a beautiful rosy tan, and her hair was brighter than ever. They were a gorgeous couple, unafraid to stand up for each other, and not even slightly concerned about hiding their public displays of affection.

As for Mike, he had spouted like a weed. By the time Winter of 85' rolled around he was pushing 6' and still growing. It got the point where El had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him (not that she cared). His rounded face had become chiseled, and his fluffy hair had become erratically curly. The only thing that never really changed where the sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks that El would trace whenever they held each other.

El herself was earning more attention from others in school. El was beautiful, painfully so. She always had been, but now that she was older, and her baby-face had faded, it was ridiculous. El never really seemed to care or even notice, but Mike sure as hell did. He would see the way boys gawked at her, and wrap his arm a little tighter around her waist in the halls. Or whenever someone would be leering over her at her locker, he would run up from behind and surprise her with a kiss.

He got picked on. People would ask him how he ever got someone like El, and in truth, he didn't even know. She was just so perfect. So funny, and nice. So thoughtful and insightful. So compassionate, and intelligent. It made his head spin to think that he was the one that got to hold her hand, and walk her home, and love her.

But whenever he would start to doubt himself, she was always there. To reassure him, and let him know exactly how she felt. To her it just made sense. Mike, The Party, all of them. They were the perfect friends, and it was painful to even to imagine something splitting them apart.

It just seemed to unfathomable.

One huge upside to being in highschool, is the freedom that comes with being old enough to get a real job, and drive a real car.

Lucas and Max both monopolized the lawn mowing industry. All of the old and lazy people in Hawkins had sharp, grassy yards, and meticulously groomed gardens thanks to them. When Max turned fifteen she got a handed down car from her step dad that meant way more adventures. The little orange hatchback broke down a lot, and most of her money went right back into it. But man, did she look cool driving up to school with El by her side.

Will took a part time job working with his mom at Melvald's. He enjoyed greeting customers and was one of the friendliest cashiers the store had ever had. Plus his mother was over the moon that they got to carpool and she could see him more. He spent most of his money on sketchbooks and the hottest new thing in the music technology: CD's.

El and Dustin worked part time at the library. Which mostly consisted of them hiding in less frequented sections to read returned books rather than actually putting the books away. It also meant Dustin could finally buy the big 1970's VW van he had wanted since he was little. It made for a lot of great camping trips and long drives to the city.

Mike worked at the local movie theater some days, and at the Radio Shack other days. He famously spread himself too thin, but he couldn't pass up the perks of getting free movie tickets and access to the latest technological advancements. When he turned fifteen his parents got him a sensible car that made for a lot of date nights and long talks with El out on romantic scenic overlooks.

Jobs aren't always fun, but when the benefit is making out in you new car after being able to pay for a real dinner, it's hard to complain.

As they got older, and time wore on, that obliviousness to pain faded. It seemed like one by one, they all had their demons to face.

Like when Max's step brother got kicked out during her sophomore year.

She had gone home with Lucas one afternoon in late fall. Hand in hand, and laughing with each other without a care in the world, they walked in on utter chaos that left the red-head reeling for months afterwards.

Billy and Neil, practically tearing the house apart in the fight to end all fights. Plates smashed, the TV broken. Her mother crying in the bathroom. They had turned to leave, when Billy turned on her. Or rather, on Lucas. He pinned him against the wall and screamed that Lucas was the one tearing their family apart, and that he was getting Max into trouble. It was baseless, of course, but in Billy's mind, Lucas was who he needed to take his anger out on.

Max watched from the sidelines and screamed and slapped at Billy's arms and shoulder, begging him to let Lucas go. He did, but not until Lucas had a black eye and a busted lip.

Billy got kicked out, and Neil forbid Max from seeing Lucas anymore, as if that would solve whatever demented issues he had. With Billy gone, Neil's aggression shifted towards Max's mother, and even worse, sometimes to Max herself.

She never let her families backwards view of her relationship affect the way she left about Lucas. Hiding their love from her parents just made everything more exciting. It meant sneaking out, it meant Lucas hiding in her closet or under her bed when her mother checked on her while he was at her house late at night. It meant long car rides out of town and into the hills where no one could see or cared that they loved each other.

Will's demons came for him too. All his life he had this secret burning inside of him. A secret he could only tell El, and eventually Max because he knew they wouldn't care. It ate him up inside. Feeling like there was something wrong with him, or that the people he loved wouldnt understand, or would leave him once they found out. He became distant, detached, vacant, and haunted. Filling more and more sketchbooks with eery looking images of his own internal struggle.

His mother tried to get it out of him, tried to let him know that she would love him no matter what secret he might be hiding, but Will was too scared. He would sit in silence in class and look out the window, and try to push his feelings aside. The feelings of warmth and infatuation with the boy who sat in front of him in History. The one with the silky brown hair and the charming smile. The one who laughed whenever Will would make a joke under his breath that he thought no one could hear. The one who was dating a pretty girl, the way Will thought he was supposed to.

El and Max pleaded with him, begged him to open up. That his friends would understand, that nothing could change. All he could do was promise he would think about, and wait for the right moment.

That moment never came. Not until it had festered inside of him and grown until it was bigger than he was, and he was bursting at the seems.

They were all sitting in Mike's basement. Mike and El on the couch, sharing a blanket and bowl of popcorn, Lucas, Max and Dustin lounging on the floor in a heated debate about Multi-universe theory, and Will, sitting alone at the table trying to draw and feeling like he was falling into a hole.

"I have something to tell you!" He blurted, face red and voice trembling.

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks, and turned to face their anxious friend. Max and El shared a knowing glance and smiled at him reassuringly.

"You have to promise that you won't hate me after I tell you. You have to swear." Will's voice was intent.

"Of course we promise, Will, we could never hate you." Mike gave him the same assured smile that El had.

"Okay..." Will took a deep shaky breath and closed his eyes. "I... I like boys... The way i'm supposed to like girls... Im gay. And I want to be able to share this part of myself with all of you because I don't think I can keep fighting it anymore."

No one said anything. Will kept his gaze at the ground, terrified to make eye contact. Terrified to see whatever expressions of disgust splayed across the faces of his best friends. A beat passed, and Will felt like he was going to burst in tears when Dustin of all people finally piped up.

"I'm proud of you Will." His voice was soft, not a common occurrence for him, and his eyes were kind. Will looked up to meet his gaze with a look of surprise.

"You... you're proud of me?"

"I know that cannot be an easy thing to open up about, but i'm happy you finally did." Dustin smiled back at him.

"Wait... finally?"

"We have... Kind of all known for awhile." Lucas added with a small voice.

"You did!?" Will shot El and Max accusing glances but they shrugged.

"We always figured I guess, but we wanted to let you come to us with it whenever you were ready." Mike beamed at his smaller friend.

"So you don't hate me?" Will's voice was thick with tears.

"We could never hate you, Will." Mike leaned forward to place an reassuring hand on Will's knee.

That night marked one of the biggest admissions in The Parties history. Another notch in the belt (so to speak) tying them together, binding them with faith and trust and unwavering love for each other. Will never worried about hiding things from his friends. None of them worried about hiding things, actually. Not anymore.

As the years progressed, and sophomore year turned into Junior, and another blissful summer turned into fall, that love never failed to grow. Sometimes strange, and sometimes crooked, but they grew.

Mike and El often seemed like the culmination of that devotion. A pair of best friends who read each other with mere wordless glances. Blissfully supportive and loving of each other no matter what circumstances they found themselves in.

Childlike admission of liking, and blushing at hands and gentle kisses turned into deep fiery love. Promises to stay together forever, whispered in the dark at night, in the passenger seats of cars, in each others rooms when they should be home sleeping. Innocent daydreams about being friends for the rest of their lives become a daunting and even frightening realization. Playing games and messing around became study, and planning a future as it sprawled out before them.

Kissing became routine. Loving each other became a given. Being in love became... difficult to understand.

That was when the final blow struck. The one that cut deep into their hearts. The one that seemed like they could never fix it, not even as a group, not even as lovers, because it was bigger than they were, and it meant more than they knew how to cope with.

It was the Summer of 88'. The summer before senior year. The last summer they would ever have that didn't have strings attached.

It was the summer of 88', when the fires started.

It had been small at first. Just a brush fire that got a little carried away when a farmer further up the river was burning what was left from his crops the months before. Just a standard burning, the kind he had done a thousand time before. The kind that every farmer does every season when it's time to clear out the fields before winter. It would have been fine. It should have been fine, but it wasn't.

It was an exceptionally dry summer, and one of the warmest on record. Couple that, with just the right wind speed, blowing in just the right direction, and within hours the entire forest surrounding the eastern side of his property was engulfed in hot orange flames.

You could smell the smoke for miles. El woke up out of her midday nap, curled up in Mike's arms on the couch in his basement to the smell. Together they ran through the house, checking every inch to make sure it wasn't them that was burning. When El finally looked outside, she saw the flickering of ash falling just out the window. Like snow. Like the most ominous, and heart-wrenchingly terrifying snow on a hot summer's day.

Mike flipped on the kitchen radio and listened in on the reports, that the fire was spreading fast, that firefighters were already on sight, that it was moving too quickly. El called Lucas, who had Max and Dustin at his house. Dustin called Will, and the Party convened at Mike's house less than 15 minutes later. It was like some strange unspoken plan passed between their eyes as they watched the ash fall, and Dustin choked on the smoke, and it burned Max's eyes.

They all wordlessly hopped in Mikes car, and drove west, towards the woods. The streets were mostly empty, save for the handful of other people standing on their lawns, shielding their eyes from the sun and staring into the sky. Mike stopped the car at the end of a long forgotten logging road deep in the wood, about 2 miles from where the fire was currently ravaging.

They got out of the car, all still in the suspended silence, and crossed through the woods the way they had a million times before. Following the same deer trails, stepping over the same mossy logs, and around the same boulders. The smoke was worse in the woods, and it was hard to imagine that every piece of ground they touched might soon succumb to the same fate as the woods further east.

They reached the same small bend in the river, where it was shallow and narrow, where they used the same log to cross that they had since they were children. The moss was word down slick from years and years of use by The Party, and other teens in the area. It had once been a place where El and Max would sit and swing their legs, while their boyfriends splashed around bellow. It had once been a place where Will laughed so hard that he fell from atop it, and sprained his wrist. It had once been a place where it felt like nothing could ever go wrong.

Once on the other side, it was a 10 minute walk to the top of a cliff that overlooked the entire town. Trudging silently, moving quickly, just short of running to the perch. El was the first to reach the peak. Just as suddenly as she stepped out of the tree line, the entire valley came into view, as well as the river that tore through it. Her voice caught in her throat when she saw the flames burning on the other side.

Lucas climbed into a tree with his binoculars. Max and Dustin sat on a tall boulder, watching the fire helicopters dropping water and extinguisher across the landscape. Will, Mike and El stood on the edge of the hills slope, looking down at the chaos bellow. Even miles away you could feel the heat. You could smell the smoke. You could choke on it.

There were tears in their eyes as they watched the fire burn away the memories they had made in those woods. The one they had all played in growing up. The one that sheltered them on rainy hikes. The one that served at a meeting point for sneak outs. The one that held them when they camped. The one El and Mike shared their first kiss in.

It was hard to tell through the smoke, but El made out the clearing that the tree was in. Their tree. The one with the initials and the physical representation of their bond. She could see the fire dance dangerously close to those trees. They sat in silence, waiting and watching, holding each other and pacing. It felt like the end of the world. It felt like the apocalypse. As they saw birds fleeing, and small groups of deer bounding into the water.

Eventually, the clearing, and their tree, were consumed.

Once the fire reached the river, it was easier to keep in from spreading. The wind shifted in their favor, pushing the flames into the water. Helicopters continued their downpour, sirens could still be heard in the distance. It seemed small, once it was all almost said and done with, and the sun began to set off to their right, and the smoke had cleared enough that you could actually take in the sight of the damage.

Everything was blackened, the air felt hot, but it was mostly over. So why did it feel so painful? It was just a tree, and they would love each other without it, so why did it scare each of them so badly? Why did it feel like the beginning of some ending? Like their story was coming to a close?

Because symbols are powerful things. And you put a lot of faith in them even when you don't mean too. Because losing the forest they had grown up in, felt like losing a friend.

There was a somber energy that blanketed the town after the fire. Two volunteers were in the hospital, and a firefighter from the next town over died when he walked to far into the woods. The landscape for miles were blackened on the outskirts of town. 1280 acres of farmland and forest demolished. Four barns and a historic farmhouse gone.

Nothing in the party changed directly. They still saw each other everyday, and hung out every weekend, but it was becoming clear that their childhood was over.

There was a day, right before school started, that that fact became all too clear for El.

Sitting in Mike's basement, reading lazily as she lounged on the floor, her head resting in his lap as he studied. She moved her book to look at him and smiled. He often bit his lips when he focused. She saw the crease in his forehead as he hastily erased another equation he couldn't quite figure out. He had taken summer courses, something Max referred to as 'Top tier nerd behavior', but El was proud of him. Mike has determined to always push himself, to always learn and grow.

He groaned and erased something, and flipped back through his textbook.

"Hey, why don't you take a break. We can go get ice cream or something and you can clear your head." She reached up and twisted her finger around one of his messy curls.

He smiled back at her, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I can't El, I have to finish this right now or it will be late."

"It's not due until tomorrow at like... noon. You can take a little break." She poked her favorite freckle on his cheek but he was already looking back at his paper, only grumbling in reply. "Come ooon, Mike, summer is almost over, you have worked so hard, lets go goof off for a little bit."

He was ignoring her at this point, but she wasn't going to give up. She rolled off of him and sat up, wrapping her arms and legs around him from behind like a koala (as he so often called it). She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked over his messy notes. It made her head spin just from looking at it. She was always more of a literature buff, and his crazy mathematical physics always blew her mind.

"Miikkee" She drug his name out. "Michael." She hugged him harder and poked his sides. "Mike Wheeler if you don't stop looking at that paper I will tickle torture you until you pee your pants like that one time."

Finally he dropped his pen and pinched the bridge of his nose. "First of all, we were ten. Second of all, I really need to study and you are being super distracting and its making me mad."

"You usually like it when I distract you." El teased, thinking fondly on all the times she had saved a stressed out Mike from his own frustration.

"Okay well now isn't one of those times. Can you please get off of me?" His voice was uncharacteristically cold.

El scooted away from him and shifted to sit across from him on the floor. "Why are you being so rude? It's literally just homework. For a class you didn't even have to take."

"Because I want to get into a good college and extra classes like this look good on college applications." Mike had fully shoved his papers away from his lap and was looking at her with the exasperation usually only reserved for Lucas and Dustin.

"Mike, you are the smartest person I know. You don't need to stress yourself out so badly over one stupid class. You will get into a great school with or without going and taking a break with me. Besides, that's an entire year away." El felt her own temper start to come out. She wasn't exactly the post patient person in the world, and Mike was almost worse than she was.

"El, we can't all live at our parents house forever."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, that im stressing about this because I want to get out of here as fast as I can. I just want to be able to go to a school that I love, and leave this shit town behind. I'm sorry you can't understand that."

Her jaw dropped. Sure things in Hawkins weren't the best. And sure his parents made him feel suffocated and isolated all at the same time, but it wasn't that bad was it? Not enough for him to be blowing up and fuming over this.

"Whatever Mike. i'm going home. Get the stick out of your ass and call me when you realize you are being ridiculous." And with that El grabbed her bag and walked out of the basement door.

She waited at the edge of his yard for a few minutes, despite the heat and humidity. Usually whenever they got into arguments like this, Mike just needed a second to realize he was being hurtful and would come apologize. But he never came out. She stared down the hill at the closed basement door and felt her blood boil until she turned on her heels and stomped home.

It was just a little argument. Maybe they had both said some things that were uncalled for. El tried to rationalize it until she was blue in the face. But he never called, and she went to bed feeling like something had broken.

She realized they were not kids anymore. That maybe Mike was right, and she really just didn't understand. It felt like something was changing. Like the beginning of the end.

Tagging: @el-themage @mileventwentyfourseven @claudia-henderson

scaredy cat — allison argent

— pairing: fxf

— warnings: kind of a swear work idk

— requested by @weasleyparties

When Allison first realised that she had feelings for you, romantic nonetheless, she was kind of spooked. In a panic she had called Lydia to at least try to get an answer out of without telling who the mysterious person was. On the Monday before Halloween she was more nervous than usual, and not because there’s a test due the next day, but because she had made up her mind. She was going to ask you out on a date.

You were standing at you locker, putting back your Mathematical books when Allison approached you.

“Hey, nice going on the presentation today!” She said cheerfully, trying her best to conceal her nervosity.

“Oh thanks, Allison,” you replied, a small smile on your face from getting a compliment from your crush. “It was pretty easy, right? What part did you get?”

“Romania, but that doesn’t matter. What are you doing this Saturday?” She hurried to get this finally over with without having a meltdown in the middle of a hallway.

“Nothing, I’m free,” you replied and braced yourself for a long conversation by leaning comfortably against your locker.

“I heard that there’s a haunted house opening this weekend.” Allison twirled her hair around her fingers to relieve all the stress that had gathered during the day. Students had started to clear out the hallways, signaling that the two of you should head home, but you were to corrupted with each other to notice.

“Yeah, someone was talking about before,” you stated, trying to keep the conversation flowing. You had started to get suspicious of Allison’s ways of speech, so soon enough it was figured out that Allison was indeed asking you out.

“Wanna go?” She tried as smoothly as possible to lean on the lockers, copying you, but missing the edge but a centimetre and slowly sliding towards the wall. A small giggle erupted from you and Allison recovered nicely.

“Yes,” you answered and you watched Allison’s eyes light up.

“Yeah?”

You just nodded.

 -

Some people were scared of spiders, some were scared of heights. But you, you were scared of the dark and clowns, not a great combination if there’s a haunted house in town. Standing outside of the cursed house currently resident of Beacon Hills, you regretted this more than anyone ever did. Allison squeezed your hand lovingly, trying to reassure you about the matter. The traditional Halloween lights were dimmed and plastered all over the place, giving it an eerie feeling. The dark black house stood tall in front of the woods.

“C'mon, let’s go!” The exited childish side that Allison tried to conceal stepped forward and you were kind of proud to have brought that out.

“I still don’t know how you could like these thing,” letting yourself getting dragged around was certainly an experience you were willing to do with Allison only.

“You can say that I’ve seen things,” Allison begun. You noticed that her smile faltered.

“Like Stiles in undies?”

That got her going again and acting happy, but you took it as a total victory. When something jumped out on your right side you let out an ungodly shriek. Scurrying to Allison’s side, and clinging on for your damn life, she started laughing.

“I swear that was not human!” “Yeah, sure,” she laughed at your actions and put her arms around you in an protective manner. “Call the ghostbusters if you’re scared, honey,”

“Stop!”

-

Jumping into Allison’s embrace for the last time today, you came rather close, face to face. Allison was the first one to notice and her cheeks flushed into a delightful pinkish colour. You turned your head so that you were facing your date instead of that wall that you swore saw move, when Allison’s lips captured yours in an enchanting kiss. Her lips felt perfect against your own and it was as if they were made for you. They were slightly chapped but also soft.

Pulling away, the both off you had forgotten that you were at the end of a haunted house but the artificial scarings had stopped. You intertwined you own fingers around Allison’s and you started walking to her car, big smiles evident on your faces.

- 🌈 (sorry it’s not that good with the whole halloween thingy, we just dont celebrate it where im from)

Okay so little real time horror story for y'all

Alright kids, let's get this over with. I don't jump scare. I was desensitized at a very young age from jump scares and gore by actual real life horror and carnage and trauma blah blah blah. That's not this story. I live in this house you see, or rather my family lives in this house since I've moved away, but it's the house I was raised in and in which I still stay when I am with my family. Now this house is a normal fucking house on the outside. It's white, it's got a nice new green tin roof. All the windows are intact, and it stands an even two stories with no basement (thank god). It's even surrounded by three acres of flat farm land and 289 acres of gently wooded, rolling hills (also about seven grave yards but once again that's not this story). Paints a nice picture right? Don't most houses in horror movies sound about like this? Right? Normal? Bingo. This place is the most haunted pit of hell I think anyone could ever come across. It's stood for over 119 years, with more people than I can count on my fingers and toes, dying under it's redone roof (most of their pictures hang in the upstairs bedroom cause my grandmother is a sentimental freak. And they're the old antique photographs too which adds to the horror). Now I can say this house is haunted all I want, but I have stories to back it up. Stories of learning to tie my shoe laces because I saw the ghost of my dead grandfather and he showed me how (I was four). Stories of my friends literally running in fear onto my front lawn in the middle of the night, because they were sleeping upstairs with "the mirror" (another old antique I wish my irrational family would get rid of). Stories of voices, and floating arms in photos and things levitating and moving and even disappearing. Stories of walking through the projection of my great aunt Vivian on my way to the bathroom at four am, because it was dark and I thought she was my mom, so of course I approached her. I could tell you all these stories and have an actual book of my personal accounts as well as some eyewitness testimonies from past house guests. It'd be a lovely 600 page manual by the time I've finished recounting the tales. But the story I want to tell you happened tonight. I'm home visiting my mother and grandmother for the week. I've already been here three days, and I'm leaving tomorrow. As far as visits home go this one has been relatively uneventful. I'm with gran during the day, and then mom comes home from work, we all watch some tv then around 9 or 10 mom and gran retire to bed and leave me to read or write and do my insomnia routine. Tonight was a bit different though because around midnight I actually decided to put my ass in bed and attempt sleep. I succeeded, for a while. I woke up barely thirty minutes ago because my throat was so dry I'm surprised it wasn't hosting mirages. And like any normal person (or perhaps like any person conditioned by unfortunate events) I sit a bottle of water on my dresser before I go to bed so I don't have to walk through an unlit house. This is particularly convenient because my room is on the complete opposite side of the house from the kitchen, and as I've stated this house is Fucked™ . So I get up and get my drink, and I see something in the dark that looks like it's sitting on the top of my lidded hamper. My hamper that had NOTHING sitting on it when I went to bed. Now I'll repeat it's very dark, I don't nightlight, and this thing isn't very big. It looks to be the size of a human baby at six months. I'm very blind. I'll add that in here. I don't see well in daylight let alone in the pitch black bowels of this house past midnight. So initially (yes, even knowing my own homes backstory and penchant for the supernatural) I write it off as me just seeing stuff out of the dark. I'm very White And Rational™ (id die in a horror movie) so I keep drinking my water, and when I'm done and turning around to go back to bed, what happens? THE THING ON THE HAMPER PITCHES FORWARD AND CRIES. Okay. To my credit I don't jump (jumps scare don't do it for me even real ones). My first thought actually, is that my mother has neglected to let my black cat outside for the night (he's indoor/outdoor this is a FARM so don't come pitching at me for this) and that he's sitting on my hamper. Sometimes when he whines, it sounds like the cry of a small child. Normally, I'd go to the hamper and pick him up, but he hasn't jumped down yet on his own either, and I'm still feeling unsettled. So I do another stupid thing, and go to my bed and get my phone to turn on my flashlight. Doesn't sound stupid. It's stupid. I should have left myself unknowingly in the fucking dark okay. Cause when I shine the light on my hamper I'm not met with my cat. Im met with a baby doll I haven't seen since I was five, sitting serenely, leaned forward with its mouth open, on the top of my hamper. Now kids, I fuck with a lot of things in the land of paranormal. I get a sick thrill from visiting haunting sites that aren't my own home, and I've investigated the history of my home and the surrounding areas paranormal records extensively, because it's an exciting topic. But if there's one thing, other than clowns, that I absolutely do not fuck with. ITS FUCKING BABY DOLLS. Porcelain dolls are fine, rag dolls are fine, toss me Annabelle's haunted ass any day. But not a baby doll, and especially not a life-like one. So at this point I'm actually no longer calm or rational. I haven't seen this thing in years and it was probably buried in the bowels of this house's storage. So my flashlighted, phone-wielding ass, takes off full sprint through the house and into my mothers room. She consequently jolts awake because I scare her with my thunderous presence, and she sits up. I explain to her what happens as fast and as calmly as I can. And I don't know if her tired brain absorbed all of it, cause really she wasn't rational at all but more in a sleepy, half-cocked sense than in a hysterically frightened sense. She calmly walks through the house blinking in the dark. Leaving me standing in the door to her room, and when she reaches my room, and I guess subsequently the hamper, I hear her eloquently say, "Well, shit." Just calmly. Rather gently. "Well, shit." She then proceeds to come back to where I'm still standing with the doll in question held over one elbow. Like it's nothing. I'll give her the credit of being sixty years old, and having lived in this house for every waking minute of it, so perhaps she's even more desensitized than I am. Or she's just batshit nuts, blown over the looneys nest. Because the next thing out of her mouth is: "I found it the other day. Thought I put it in my room." And she just walks by me back into her darkened room, sets the doll down somewhere, and climbs back into her bed. Leaving me to return to my own bed, where I'm currently lying fully awake, mourning the loss of whatever sleep I COULD have gotten, because I have to worry I'm going to wake up with a doll sitting somewhere in my vicinity when in all probabilities it apparently should have been in my mother's room. So. There's that.

from faith 

9 september 2019

ash, 

 oddly enough, the majority of what i did today was just a continuation of yesterday. i left off yesterday’s post with me walking around campus with some friends. i wish i went more into detail yesterday to give you the full picture. i think i was more focused on including everything that i didn’t take time to describe it all but ill work on that. 

when i left off, we were walking. but while walking, we decided to go into one of the abandoned buildings. we got really far inside of it until there was a sign that said get out and a bat flew across the room. me, kevin and maryanne ran out and left robbie, christian and tony who decided to keep going past the ‘get out’ sign. they ran pout after us and we got lost on the huge maze of a way out and by the time we actually got out, we were all laughing. i thought the night might end there, since it was past midnight. but we didn’t. in fact, we all went back to my floor’s family room and hung out. i brought a bunch of food, but i had to keep going back to get more things so i guess my roommate woke up to see what i was doing and would watch me. 

we spent a couple hours in my family room. we ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, popcorn, spicy chicken patties and blueberry waffles. we just talked but it made the inside of my chest swell and fill with tiny, happy fluttering. 

for the benefit of this story, im going to elaborate a little more on everyone involved in this night. ill elaborate on other friends as they come up in my days. there’s maryanne, who im the closest with. we spend every day together, we are trying to find a way to dorm switch so we can live together and we talk about everything. there’s robbie, who you would absolutely love. he has long hair, longer than mine, he has this awesome black denim jacket that has huge patches and designed material on in, he wears the cheetah print shoes and he thinks if you aren’t fighting for something in life, its a waste. theres kevin, he’s funny and he’s tall and he somehow knows literally every single person we pass. i honestly don’t know if you would particularly like him, because he’s the type of person you usually tell me you feel nervous around. there’s christian, who reminds me of my brother christian in a way. he’s quite, much quieter than my brother but still quiet, he occasionally says simple things that make us all laugh even though im sure that wasn’t his intention. he puts gel in his hair, just like my christian and he likes cars like him, too. i think you would find him endearing, we all do. 

we all kept telling christian to go to sleep, because he looked like he was going to pass out any second. instead, he looked at us and said, “beach?”. so we went to the beach. but first, we stopped at my room because i had these v8 energy drinks and he definitely needed one. they all laughed because v8 is literally that healthy fruit and veggie brand, but i explained how me and kristen use to drink red bulls all the time until my mom came home with v8 energy drinks one day and said we had to switch. we laughed because we thought, ‘there’s no way these fruit and veggie energy drinks are going to work”. but they did. in fact, they work better than any energy drink we have ever had and kristen especially, a veteran in all things energy drink, refuses to drink any other brand now. so i grabbed my pack, only having drank one before so there was still 5 left, and handed one to christian. he drank the entire pack throughout the night, even though he was hesitant that they would actually work. the entire night, when he would speed up on the streets or do something funny, we would all yell out, “he’s off the v8’s!!”. we are still doing that. 

the beach was fun, and we climbed up a lifeguard strand and sat with our legs hanging off the edge and watched the ocean. at one point we saw a campfire down the beach and walked up to ask the people if we could join but no one was there. we ended up coming back at like 3:30 am and dropped christian off at his room then came back down. there’s this haunted well up a hill by my school and when you climb to the top, you can overlook the entire school and city. so we went there, then climbed up to the helicopter pad area where there was a bench and we all sat and played music and talked. 

we are absolutely insane, so around 5 am, we went up to the 4th floor where we watched a movie in the family room and the 4 of us, in and out of sleep, ended up intertwined on one single couch. at around 6:45 am, i said good night and went back to my dorm where i slept and missed my first class. my second class, by the grace of god, was canceled. my third class wasn’t though, so i went to it and me and antonio worked on our upcoming project together. 

when the class ended, me, christian, kevin and maryanne went to dinner at 5. robbie came later, where we all sat in level 2’s family room and did homework together. when we were done, we left to target to get cookie dough and christian got more v8’s and we all made cookies together at like 12:30 am. christian, again, drank the entire pack in like an hour. we burned one batch a little, but it was fine because they still tasted good. at around 1 am, we made a joke how christian was off the v8’s and probably want to go to the beach. he nodded and asked when we were leaving. we all looked at each other and said once the cookies were done. but this time, two extra people were going. jordan and a girl named kaitlyn, a different kaitlyn from before though. (there’s literally like 20 kaitlyns). jordans funny, and he’s tall and our first conversation was of us making a bet. i think you would like him. 

every time i meet people. i always ask myself if you would like them. sometimes i know right away, sometimes it takes more getting to know them. when we met, it was instantaneous the way i knew. when you ran out the room back in 7th grade, i laughed and just knew. i haven’t really missed my house or been homesick. but i miss certain things, like you, and sitting on my sister’s floor as she tells me about her day. i think about you every day, even the one’s where we don’t talk. these posts let me still feel connected to you, but without them i think i might have gone crazy already. im still going crazy, just at a slower rate.