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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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Could you please give us some Bog God Skull fun facts? 🥺 Also… how can one swoon this bog boi?

~BOG GOD SKULL FUN FACTS~

His favourite food is honeycakes. He hasn't had them in a while.

Sometimes, when he isn't patrolling or sleeping in his den, he likes to find a deep section of water in his marsh and just... wallow.

Though he doesn't like people, he does like the sound of talking.

Birds will occasionally nest in his antlers. When they do, he tends to settle down for a little while, until the chicks fledge. It's nice to have the company.

The plants that grow on his body are small, and seem plain, but upon closer inspection they are ancient species that are have often been long extinct. Little ferns and patches of moss, the occasional tiny flower. Leaves that haven't seen the sky in eons.

He sneezes when he's excited

Skull will avoid the husks of old trees, that scatter the dead bog. It's one of the few ways a hunted human might evade him. The dead trees bring back painful memories of his old home- he can't bring himself to knock them down, but he can't bring himself to look too long either. Tuck yourself close enough to a dead tree while being chased, and he might just leave you be.

You can actually tell how Skull feels about you based on the insects you encounter in the bog. Mosquitoes and gadflies indicate the simmering hate he generally feels for all humans. Non-stinging gnats- neutral feelings, you're a bit better than the others. Dragonflies and crickets... hey, he might have started to actually like you. 'Pretty' insects near you, like damselflies, butterflies and beetles? Woah, you definitely got yourself an admirer, he's showing off. And if any of them land on you that's a sure sign he wants your attention. ... If you're encountering birds, small mammals, or amphibians... be careful. You have a husband now.

Now... as for wooing him...

He's shy, when he catches feelings. He can look a bit spooky, hiding nearby in the fog... but try to remember, he's hiding, not hunting. You're a pretty human and it makes him nervous.

Though nothing planted by human hands can survive on his land, he'll still like it if you do try to plant something. It soothes his ancient anger, somewhat, to see that there are humans who are nothing like their ancestors. Attempting to plant things is a good way to gain his affections.

If you've already tried planting something, and it dies, you might find other things growing in the dead plant's place. Boggy flowers and shrubs, well suited to the area... thriving in the spot you made.

(He put those there. The prettier the plant, the more he likes you.)

A better way to gain his affections, though, is food offerings. Leave them anywhere in the bog, he'll find them. Remember, his favourite is honeycakes- though he likes anything baked, soft or sweet. If you're baking for him, it's best to stick to older and simpler recipes; newer looking things might confuse him.

Try singing, while you walk through the bog. Or just talk to yourself. As mentioned before, he likes the sounds of people, and he likes the sound of a pretty human singing even more.

Don't turn around, if you hear him following you from a distance. He's just taken an interest. Keep walking- there's a reason he's hanging back.

It's okay to pick up the pace if you're nervous, but don't run. It hurts his feelings.

Showing appreciation for his bog will woo him, too. Enthusiasm about the plants and animals is especially effective. If you can find beauty in such a 'horrible' thing, he might welcome you into parts of his home nobody has ever seen before.

... He can get childish, when in love. Age doesn't necessarily equal wisdom. Try not to travel through the bog with other people, he gets jealous and cranky. Your friends will be swatting away clouds of aggressive flies.

#llamagines #forest gods au #skull: i like this human a lot. to show my affection i will show them: a frog #mc: Woah!! A froggie!! I love frogs!#skull: ... they are perfect

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blysse-and-blunder · 3 months

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in lieu of a commonplace book

saturday, jan 27, 2024

*brennan lee mulligan voice* heeeeeeeelllllllllllllloooooooOOOOOOOOO one and all and welcome back for another thrilling episode of...whatever this is. thank you for being here.

It's 2024! Say hi, intrepid heroes!

reading recently finished:

-orwell's roses by rebecca solnit (audio) - glad I listened, ultimately very gratifying - history, criticism, extremely lush garden-filled prose and love for growing things - nona the ninth by tamsyn muir - felt so much about [redacted] it made me cry. i can unblock ALL THE TAGS NOW - the blue sword by robin mckinley (audio) - catching up on old school fantasy continues -when the angels left the old country by sacha lamb (audio) - beautiful. not not in conversation with good omens but doing something different.

recently begun: -the ministry of the future by kim stanley robinson - can't decide if it's a scifi novel or a policy brief about ways to combat climate change- reading on my mom's recommendation -babel: an arcane history by r.f.kuang - withholding judgment, but i know you probably want me to hate it and so far i don't, really! to my own surprise -the shadow of the wind by carlos ruiz zafrón (audio) - spooky, post-modern but incredibly good at sounding like it is of the time it depicts. many thoughts on the audio book narrator's accent work, most favorable -one corpse too many by ellis peters. wild that i have only just begun reading the cadfael mysteries

listening last week was about discovering and putting on continuous loop the group trousdale on the recommendation of @m2pixie (!) and other trusted friends; the energy, the harmonies! they fill a girl group void i didn't realize i had, it feels like the best kind of throwback, like old chicks or something, some desperately needed bops. exhibit a: bad blood.

today my daylist introduced me to joy oladokun and i'm so glad it did. love her vibe, love this cover art. had to take a picture of my desk, the visuals were so satisfying.

watching the newest series of netflix's lupin!! so far i'm really, really enjoying where this season has been spending most of its time-- the new characters, the new heists, the new stakes. especially fun to watch with friends where we can all shout about the mrs doubtfire of it all, the betrayals, the misdirection, the 'he can't keep getting away with this!.' the original lupin series will always bring back memories of watching it in early lockdown; i'm glad that there's this now to think about and remember instead.

playing hollow knight hollow knight hollow kniiiiiiight. bought it a few months ago when it was on sale, after hanging out and watching @dimir-charmer stream for us a bit, but playing it yourself is a different game. i'm having a blast. it's becoming a problem. i'm having to be so so good and mature in how much i let myself just get suckered in to a full day spent in my little buggy maze adventures. the temptation to keep going until i've made a meaningful advancement of some kind (today: got the longer nail! last time: beat hornet! saved zote the mighty, got the baldur shell charm, and beat the gruz mother!) is very, very real. have also gotten around this by listening to lots of lo-fi hollow knight beats to relax and study to while being 'productive.'

(found this screenshot online, and holy extra health batman)

making pancakes. lots and lots of weekend pancakes. sent a bunch of mail since new year's, and have some new arts and crafts (charcoal pencils!! those little paper cone blender guys! better paper) to fuck around with next time i want to get ~artistic. watch this space.

working on teaching is so all-consuming. it's great, i love it. the course (maps class! if you see that tag, this is that) is going well, i think! first three lectures down. the students i've gotten to know i really like, the material has yet to get old (see one - do one - teach one is so real. i understand this class now, finally, in a way i don't think i did just being the TA, even after three times). it takes so much longer to just copy-paste-change color and font on slides than it should! i've regularly been getting four-five hours of sleep on monday nights before teaching on tuesdays, but it has meant that i don't have the brain space to be self-conscious while i'm 'on', i just. go. having fun selecting teaching 'fits, having (less) fun handling all the students who joined in the second or third week and need help with catching up, but it's not their fault there was a waiting list and lots of turnover.

(petrus roselli - portolan chart of the mediterranean, 1466)

non-teaching: - student letter of recommendation for dental school (DONE) - conference panel proposal (due 1/31) -submit revised conference paper for that prize (due 1/30) -send draft of grant application to A for her to be able to write a letter of recommendation (due IMMEDIATELY WHY ARE YOU ON TUMBLR) (you have until 2/15 to fix it but she needs the draft!) -chapter 3 edits (lmao) -read for that other course you're meant to be the TA for (oops) - give i. feedback on her thing (tonight) -RAship hours (c'mon these are actually paid work, please do them)

#in lieu of a commonplace book #phone didn’t autocomplete that tag which just proves it’s been a MINUTE #ilcb #weekly roundup #Spotify

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alloftheimagines · 2 years

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steve harrington | movie night

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warnings: reader has a pregnancy scare and is dating a shitty, toxic jock, alcohol consumption, steve is whipped, enemies to lovers vibes, strong language, mentions of spooky hawkins shenanigans, no spoilers, reader has she/her pronouns,

prompts: Any time anything bad happens your there are you cursing me or something? Steve Harrington x reader can it have some fluff and angst &

the "i don't need your pity" with steve please ❤️

Steve Harrington is trying really hard not to notice you. You’ve barely spoken since the two of you were kidnapped by Russians last July, never great friends to begin with — partly because he loves teasing the shit out of you, and partly because he’s always dragging you into Hawkins’s batshit underworld, whether it’s Demogorgons killing Dustin Henderson’s cat or a giant fucking Mind Flayer in the middle of the mall. And between those things, you were stuck with him for years. Tutoring him at school. Working with him at Scoops. You irritate each other to no end, but he can’t stop that burning feeling that flames in his chest whenever you’re around; that need to get a reaction.

He hasn’t worked out why it’s there yet, or maybe he’s in denial. Robin claims it’s because he likes you, but Steve refuses to admit he has feelings for the very bane of his existence, the person who always ate the leftover pistachio ice cream, of all things. He doesn’t trust anyone who picks wild, shitty flavours involving nuts. It’s mint chocolate chip or nothing.

That’s why, when he comes out back and finds you browsing the chick flick section in Family Video, he freezes with a collection of tapes still in his hands. And okay, maybe the sight of you leaves him bristling instinctively, but… maybe he’d also forgotten how pretty you look when you’re concentrating, tongue sticking out just slightly and eyes narrowed. It’s your perfecting-the-ice-cream-scoop face. Your murdering-gruesome-monsters-with-a-baseball-bat face. And, apparently, your looking-for-exactly-the-right-romcom face.

He’s missed that face. Not that he would ever admit it. He retreats behind the counter quietly, half-wondering if he could go back to the stockroom or take his afternoon break a little early. But then he won’t have the chance to talk to you, and the thought leaves him feeling empty.

So he stays, distracting himself by sorting the videos, first by genre and then alphabet. As he does, he feels Robin’s presence behind him — and jumps when he looks over his shoulder to find her breathing down his neck. “Guess who’s here?”

Heat rises to his cheeks, but he feigns nonchalance. “I don’t know. Who?”

“Only the love of your life. And look at that blush!” She points and he slaps her hand away. “You’re still crushing hard, I see.”

He glares, turning around and leaning against the counter. “Yeah, right,” he scoffs. “Please. She's the most irritating person in the world. We’re not doing this whole,” he motions vaguely, “thing again.”

“The thing where you pretend you don’t like Y/N?”

“The thing where you try to play Cupid with me and the one person I can’t stand.”

Robin rolls her eyes, leaning on the counter beside him. He mirrors her position, crossing his arms and stealing a glance your way. He can barely see you behind the row of tapes, thank god.

A new customer distracts him, swaggering through the door. An asshole jock he never liked, and not just because he was better at basketball. Wes is a dick. Has always been a dick. Steve vaguely remembers coming home with a chunk of hair missing in middle school once because Wes had taken it upon himself to chop it all off. The entire class had laughed, and Steve had grown out his hair just to spite them.

Wes doesn’t look their way when he enters. Instead, he heads straight to you, dragging his feet and groaning when he finds you. “Again? Seriously?”

“Oh, please. If we watch Mad Max one more time, I’m going to gouge out my eyes.”

“Yeah, well, if I have to sit through another dull snooze fest with that ginger chick, I’m gonna gouge them out for you.”

Steve catches you scowling through the video racks and clenches his jaw. He had no idea you were dating anybody, but you’ve had your fair share of shitbags over the years. It pisses him off, the way you always choose the worst people to date. Whenever he overheard you gossiping with Robin at Scoops, he wanted to shake you. Tell you to wake the fuck up and choose someone better.

But he doesn’t know why he’s still surprised.

You sigh; pick a movie. “I’ll watch a shitty action if you watch a shitty romance. How about that?”

Wes still rolls his eyes as though you’re asking him to sacrifice a limb, and even Steve knows it’s a dick move. If he was dating somebody like you, he’d watch anything to make you happy. Not that he’d ever want to date someone like you. God, no. You’re… awful.

Your boyfriend picks up Fright Night as you approach the counter, slamming it in front of Steve beside your Romancing the Stone. Steve glances at Robin in the hopes she’ll serve you so he won’t have to, but after greeting you happily, she wanders into the back mumbling something about a lunch break. Typical.

With a huff, he drags his feet to you. “Y/N.” He nods.

“Steve,” you reply tersely, shuffling from one foot to the other.

“This is where you’re working now, Harrington?” Wes scoffs beside you, his sparkling eyes fixing on Steve’s tacky uniform. “King Steve is no more, huh?”

“Wes,” you scold.

Steve ignores him, inputting your rentals into the system. He finds his fingers shaking; not with anger, but with something that feels rooted much deeper in his gut. Something that makes him feel sick. Why Wes? You could have anybody, so why would you choose a dick like him?

“Just saying. It’s kinda funny.” Wes plays with Steve’s name badge, face twisted with the taunt. “Least you get this cool badge, right?”

“That’s enough,” you snap at the same time Steve bats his hand away. Steve only notices then that you’re pale. Eyes watery. Worry niggles through him, and he wishes it wouldn’t.

“Jeez,” Wes mutters. “Lighten up, babe.”

You shake your head, pulling out your purse to pay Steve. “Why can’t you just stop being an asshole?”

“What did you say to me?” Wes grits his teeth, narrowing his eyes at you.

Steve looks between you, biting his lower lip. He can’t help it now. He wonders what the hell you’re doing with this jerk. Wonders if he’s more than just an asshole. Especially when he balls his fists, shoulders squared.

“Enjoy your movies,” is all Steve can think to say in an effort to dissolve the tension. He places the videos in a bag and leaves them on the counter.

You take them without looking at him, mumbling a “thanks.” And then you’re disappearing out the door. Wes sizes Steve up a final time before following.

“Dick,” Steve mumbles before going back to his work. But that unease stays with him for the rest of the day, the ghost of your disgruntled, ashen face following him around Hawkins.

***

What was supposed to be an intimate movie night with your boyfriend turned into a house party full of people you despised in high school and still do now. Worse? You had a pregnancy scare this morning. You’re late, and you’d been dreading telling Wes, but you needed him to get the test for you because your dad works in the pharmacy, and he doesn’t know anything about who you date.

The test came back negative, but Wes had been a first-class prick the entire time, starting with the way he’d treated Steve. Blaming you for not forcing him to wear a condom or not taking the pill, and then making accusations you’d done it on purpose to trap him, or else cheated with other people. By the time his friends turned up at seven, you were in tears and he was already half-drunk.

You did your best to pretend everything was fine for the sake of his friends. But the horror movie and the constant, subtle jabs sent your way had been the last straw. You're still recovering from the monsters you’ve fought more than once, and Wes knows you hate horror. He knows. But he doesn’t care. He’s never cared.

So you broke up with him in front of everyone. Snatched his dad’s finest whiskey from his liquor cabinet, and walked out. Problem is, it’s nearly midnight now and you’re walking through Hawkins alone. No one to call. Nowhere to go.

The first headlights you’ve seen in eons beam behind you, lighting up the darkness. You clutch your drink closer to your chest and turn your face away, just in case it’s someone you know. But the car stops. And when you don’t look back, the driver honks. Fuck. You think it’s Wes, but when you turn around, you find a car you just about recognise to be Steve Harrington’s. Sure enough, his big-haired silhouette fills up the driver’s seat. Somehow, that’s even worse.

He rolls down the window. “What are you doing out here on your own?”

“None of your business,” you mutter.

When you attempt to walk away, Steve begins rolling the car to match your pace. “Hey. I can give you a ride. It’s no problem.”

“I don’t need a ride from you.”

He flinches as though it’s a physical blow — but still doesn’t leave you be. “Y/N… what the hell’s going on? Just get in the car.”

“What are you even doing here?” you snap, whipping around to face him. “God, what is it with you? You’re always around when something bad happens! Is it you? Are you cursing me or something?”

His lips part as though surprised, and you only realise then that you probably look like shit, your makeup running and your steps hindered by the whisky. You silently beg that he drives away, because the last thing you need is to breakdown in front of Steve Harrington, the one guy you’ve never been able to get along with. He’s the reason you’re always dragged into monster-hunting and Russian-spying. The reason why you hate horror movies and are scared of the dark.

Finally, he softens, opening the passenger-side door and patting the empty seat. “C’mon. You’re drunk. Let me take you home.”

You scoff, but it quickly turns into a sniffle. “I’m not going home. I can’t go home like this.”

“Okay, then you can take my spare room. My parents aren’t home tonight.”

The shadows close in on you, and you know it’s the only option you have. That, or you’ll be wandering around town for the rest of the night, and that never ends well. It didn’t for Barb or Will Byers, at least.

You slump into his car, shutting the door behind you and trying to ignore his burning gaze. “Fine. Whatever.”

He starts driving, leaving you in the engine-whirring silence. You stare out of the windshield, watching the pines merge into one great big shadow that reminds you too much of Starcourt Mall.

“No boyfriend tonight?” Steve asks finally, carefully.

“No. We broke up.”

“Good. He’s a piece of shit.”

You snort because you know it’s true. “Yeah.”

“He didn’t…hurt you or anything?” Steve’s eyes search you, and you fight the urge to cower away.

“No.”

“So, what was the last straw? His shitty taste in movies?” His lip twitches with the attempt at humour.

“Among other things.” You swig your whisky. “We were just always fighting. That’s all.”

“If Robin was here, she’d be telling you you can do way better.”

You smile softly at that, looking down at the bottle in your lap. “Yeah. They always start off nice, though. Sweet. And then they just… turn.”

“C’mon. You knew Wes was an asshole. Everyone does.”

“Maybe.” Your lip trembles, and you find Steve watching you with something that looks an awful lot like sympathy. You stiffen, an inexplicable wave of sickness washing over you. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity.” He returns his attention to the road, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “I just don’t get it. You could date anyone you wanted, but you always choose the worst people in the world.”

“That’s not true.”

He tilts his head. “It’s a little true. Tommy H. Sam. Paul.” He winces and feigns a gag when he says, “Brad.”

Brad had been a particularly bad experience, and your lip curls in disgust. You know he’s right. You pick the wrong people. Problem is, it doesn’t usually feel like a choice. Being alone, feeling lonely… it eats you up, so the second someone asks you out, you’re quick to say yes just to ease that hole in your chest. You’re naive. You hope that if you’re good to them, they’ll love you right. But they never do.

“Why’d you do it, Y/N?” Steve asks, voice so soft it makes you want to break. You never talk like this. Not without harsh jabs or barbed banter. It makes you want to tell the truth too much.

You turn your face away as you say, “I guess after all the crazy shit we went through, dating makes me feel normal. Less alone. I guess I’d rather keep getting my heart broken than face monsters and shit.”

Silence passes between you, heavy and thick and humiliating. Your face burns as you wait for the mocking, the scorn, the disbelief. But Steve only says, “I get it. It’s hard being alone after everything we went through. I hate having that big house to myself most nights. It still feels like they’re out there, y’know? Waiting.”

“Yeah.” You pick at the label on your bottle, trying to hide the surprise you feel. Steve always seems so unfazed by what you’ve been through. He just… bounces back like it’s nothing. “Yeah, it does.”

“Did you ever tell Wes?”

You shake your head. “He wouldn’t believe me. I remember… I woke up from a nightmare once, screaming, and he… he told me to shut up ‘cos he had to get up early for work.”

Steve hisses. “Jesus. What a dick.”

You don’t even know why you’re telling him; only that you feel like you can. Should. He’s the only one who gets it. It’s what makes you say, “I’m sorry. For the way he treated you today.”

“No need to apologise. For what it’s worth, it meant a lot that you said something. I wasn’t expecting that.”

You're almost at his house now, the pointed roof breaking through the trees. “Yeah, well, you’re a pain in my ass, Harrington, but you don’t deserve to be mocked. We’re all just trying to get by, right? We’re not in high school anymore.”

Steve pulls up outside his house, the porch lights twinkling in the darkness. But when the engine cuts out, neither of you move. Instead, he unfastens his seatbelt and twists towards you. “You seemed upset today. Were you already fighting, or…?”

You shake your head, unable to put it into words. “A lot happened today.”

“Like what?”

You scrape your hair back, whetting your dry lips. You shouldn’t tell him. You don’t want him to see you this vulnerable. It’s easier when you’re at each other’s throats, pretending that there isn’t a flame guttering between the two of you. But you’re not sure how much longer you can keep everything to yourself. All this pain. “I was late.”

“To Family Video?” he asks innocently.

You almost laugh. “No. My period was late, Steve.”

His eyes widen. “Oh.”

“I thought maybe… I mean, we were being careful, but it’s not always enough. So I needed to take a pregnancy test. Wes lost his shit. Started accusing me of trying to trap him. And then when the test came back negative, he still kept treating me like shit. All fucking day. We were supposed to be having a date night tonight, but he invited a tonne of his friends and got drunk. And he told everyone. He told everyone I thought I was pregnant, and I was trying to trap him, and it probably wasn’t even his because I’m a slut or whatever. You came up, actually. Said since I was defending you so much in the video store, this fictional, non-existent baby could have been yours.” You give a mirthless chuckle, feeling nauseous when Steve frowns. Not with sympathy, but with worry. With anger.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I’m… That’s fucked up. God.”

“Good riddance, I guess.” You wipe your damp eyes, faking another smile, but it only makes you break.

“Hey,” Steve whispers, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Fuck him. He doesn’t deserve you. You deserve someone you can trust. Someone who’ll watch shitty romcoms with you.”

You laugh again at that, this time with humour. “They’re not shitty.”

“You’re right. Michael Douglas is a total hunk.”

“Right?” you agree. “Kinda into Kathleen Turner, too.”

“She’s smoking,” he agrees. And then you’re both laughing. Really laughing. And something is changing here, in this car, because you realise that for all his flaws, you can trust Steve Harrington with anything.

“Hey, I’m pretty sure my mom has a copy of Romancing the Stone somewhere,” he offers. “Still wanna watch it?”

“You don’t have to pretend it’s your mom’s, Steve. If anything, owning that video only makes you way cooler than I thought you were.”

“Okay, fine,” he mumbles. “It’s mine.”

Your heart twinges with a fondness you usually hide from. “It sounds nice. Thank you.”

He pulls his keys from the ignition. Gives you another reassuring smile. “Let’s go.”

So you do, spending the rest of the night on Steve’s couch while you watch your favourite movie. And he doesn’t complain once.

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nomsfaultau · 5 months

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SCP Sleepy Bois Inc as animals

(specifically animals they aren’t usually coded as) (because otherwise what’s the point)

Philza—African Jacana

He’s just a dad carrying around his chicks. What more do you want from him? Male African Jacana are known for raising hatchlings on their own. Gives people nightmares when they’re just trying to protect their chicks. They also use their long toes to walk on water (really on floating vegetation but shh) and are referred to as Jesus birds. Other than the fact Philza is a god, he occasionally forgets to be affected by gravity since pretending to be a person is pretty hard. (I’m ignoring the few decades Philza accidentally spent as a crow so hard rn.)

Tommy—Clownfish

This is 100% serious actually. Specifically a red bullet hole clownfish, to mimic Red’s splatters. Tommy’s very much a small fish in a big pond. Clownfish purposefully coat themselves in sea anemone toxin that is harmless to them but really bad for anyone else, much like Red. If we make The Blood God an anemone in this analogy, Tommy is always running to him for safety, luring in doomed predators that that are slaughtered in a symbiotic relationship between the two. Tommy is also the dominant male of the group, and should the female die he’ll become trans— wait. Maybe not that last fun fact, since Tommy is the most reliably cishet in Fault. Also yes fine he’s a silly goofy guy who acts flashy for attention.

Tubbo—Honey Guide

What animal could better represent the hive save for a bird that lures people to bee hives? Since, again, this challenge is about avoiding the obvious answer. Much like Tubbo, these little guys have a pretty positive mutualistic relationship with humans. Anyway, this friendly and helpful passerine is also a brood parasite! They lay eggs in the nests of others and then murder the other chicks so that the honey guide is raised by unsuspecting parent birds. This fits well with Tubbos’ design as a changeling that’s meant to mimic humans in order to replace individuals (by adding them to the hive mind). Worked decently since Tubbo was raised by humans (ignoring how badly it went with the first nest they infiltrated).

Wilbur—Polyphemus Moth

Named of course after the famous cyclops, I thought the name and appearance were a fantastic reference to the void embedded in half of Wilbur’s face. Beyond that, moths are very night coded, much like Wilbur, though are uncontrollably attracted to the light (Philza). Notably, a Polyphemus moth eats 86,000 times their body weight in the 56 days that it lives, which plays well to Wilbur being a Devourer of All and a man who’s extremely aware he isn’t going to have a long life span. Plus their spooky design fits in with how much of a flashy edgelord Wilbur is. Only problem is they spend almost half their existence in their silk cocoon and Wilbur is a chronic insomniac who could NEVER.

The Blade—Hippopotamus

Both are insanely aggressive and deadly, and are the top of the food chain (once adults). Plus the semi aquatic nature of the hippopotamus plays well into the (arguably literal) sea of voices from which The Blade has to fight his way out of or else succumb to the fathoms. Just like how hippos can’t actually swim? Both faster than anyone would prefer them to be able to move. uh. About the same size. uhhh. They both can’t sweat and so enjoy a good mud bath..? could be unethically hunted for ivory…….? Bro he’s so pig idk

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ghostly-penumbra · 1 year

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Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King

Chapter Two: The Friend of a Friend

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Ao3

Summary: Dean wants his brother's soul back. Danny is ready to help.

Warnings: Some blood and the aftermat of a fight.

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Dean left the shitty store and Doc. Roberts’ shitty ‘office��, standing in the middle of the convenience store that served as a front for the doctor’s more arcane business. “This better work.” He said to himself. “Messorum evoco qui me titigit.”

“Dean? What the Hell?”

Dean turned around, meeting his reaper once again after all these years. “What do you know? It worked.” She seemed to remember him well, if her choice to go with her human-looking shape rather than her ‘spooky bed sheet ghost’ attire was any indication.

“I was in Sudan!” Tessa exclaimed. “What’s with yanking me ov-” She stopped, actually seeing his current state, “wait, why are you dead?”

Finally! To the point. “Tessa, I need a favor.”

“Oh, you’re kidding. You died to ask me-”

“Tell your boss I need to talk to him.” The hunter hastily interrupted. Only three minutes.

“No.” Tessa said immediately.

“Please?”

“Where do you get the nerve?”

“Desperate times.” That was as simple as he could say it, since he didn’t consider the bread aisle next to the rotisserie chicken to be the perfect place to talk about it.

“He calls for us.” The reaper finally explained. “We don’t call him.”

“You make an exception!” Dean snapped, his patience was wearing thin.

“I can’t!” But even a reaper had limitations. There were rules they were bound to.

“Can’t or won’t?!”

“Both!”

“Hey, um, sorry to interrupt, but you’re Tessa and Dean, right?” A lanky guy that almost looked like Tessa’s little brother interrupted and- wait, was he actually her Reaper lil’ bro or something? To be here with them in Limbo…

“Danny?” Was what she said instead, gobsmacked. “I mean, sir-”

“Danny is okay, really.” The guy said, putting up both hands in front of himself, as a placating gesture and to fend off the formality. “Anyway, Death sent me.” That caught Dean’s attention. “I’ll take it from here.” Danny told her kindly. “You can go back to work, don’t worry.”

Tessa looked back at Dean, lips pursed and finally nodded. “Behave.” She warned the hunter one last time before disappearing.

“So, who the fuck are you?” Dean demanded from the new guy. “Can you actually do something or do I have to ask for the big boss again?”

“Woah, calm down, man. I just got here. My names Danny, by the way. Death’s busy so she delegated to me. What do you need?”

Ignoring the odd pronoun, Dean went right back to the chase. “My brother’s soul is in Hell, in the Cage! While his body is up here being a fucking psychopath!” He was breathing hard, closing his hands into fists and then opening them again. “He’s down there being tortured by Lucifer and Michael and I… I can’t leave him there.” He looked up to meet Danny’s eyes.

Had they been green a minute ago?

“Where is his body?” He said with a chilling intensity.

“Why-”

“You said his body is up and about, I need you to keep it in one place. I don’t know how long it’ll take me, but I need you to keep his body in one place: where?”

“… Singer Savage, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.”

Danny nodded. “Go there, lock up your brother’s body and wait for me.” He commanded firmly. “Understood?”

At Dean’s nod, Danny put a hand on the hunter’s chest and-

-Dean came back with a deep gasp, as his lungs tried to compensate for the time his body had been starved of breath.

“I have to go.” He sat up shakily, just in time to avoid a shot of adrenaline. “I need to-”

“Aw, this was the best part.” The goth chick next to him grumbled, syringe still in hand.

“Oh, boy, you’re alright! How did it go?” Doctor Roberts asked him, and Dean felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“It was- great. Awesome. And I have- I need to go back to Bobby.” He made for the door, but Roberts put both hands on his shoulders and sat him back down.

“Dean, you are in no state to drive. You just came back from the dead, you need to recover.” He said, handing him a glass of water of dubious origin.

“No! What I need to do is go back with Bobby and keep Sam in one piece- place, and quickly. Danny said-”

“Alright, big boy.” The assistant drawled, smirking. “No need to throw a tantrum. I can drive you there.”

Dean seriously considered saying Cristo right then, because the smile Eva gave him was nothing short of devilish.

- - -

Dean stumbled into Singer Savage, thankful he had left his baby back here, otherwise he feared Eva would demand to drive herself back. That girl really was hell in four wheels.

“Bobby!” He called, entering the old house and looking for the old man. “Where is Sam?!

“Over here, boy.”

As he walked towards the voice, he noticed the disarray the place was in, with broken furniture and stuff thrown around all over the place.

He found Bobby sitting in front of a big metal door nursing his flask close to his chest.

“What happened here?” He asked in concern.

“Your baby brother is what happened.” Bobby said, pointing at the door with his thumb and taking a swing from his flask in his other hand. “Fuckin’ tried to kill me and failed!” He told him, with the last bit thrown over his shoulder towards Sam’s cell.

“So he’s there? He’s trapped?” Dean looked through the small window, finding a dirty and bloodied Sam sitting on the floor glaring daggers at him with heartless –soulless– eyes.

“As well as ‘can be since we don’t have a human-trapping circle yet. You know, other than walls.” Bobby extended his hand and Dean took it, helping the older hunter stand up. “Did you make it? You got the deal?”

“Yeah, I- I got the deal.” He put a hand in his pocket where the ring-

The ring wasn’t there.

Had the kid taken it while Dean didn’t notice? How could Dean not notice? Had he tricked him into believing he would save his little brother so Dean would back off?

A lump formed in his throat and his knees trembled. Had he damned Sammy?

“Move over!”

It happened in a flash. One second he was questioning all his actions that led up to this moment and the next his life of obeying his father was kicking in and he instinctually followed the order.

The next moment, both he and Bobby had a lot to process.

Not just because a glowing, white haired kid with a bruised face caked with a green substance had just passed through the steel door dragging an equally bruised, equally glowing Sammy, but also because he had left another person behind, laid on the floor just as bloody and bruised but not glowing like them.

“What the hell was that?!” Bobby voiced their thoughts.

“Adam?” Dean knelt next to the still form of his half-brother. The surprise and confusion were clear in his voice, not only for the fact that Adam was there but for his current condition. Was he actually alive? Was this his dead body and had his soul already left?

A blood-curdling scream tore Dean away and back towards the door, where he only caught a flash of bright light through the small window before he could finally find both Sammy and Danny thrown on the floor, unconscious.

Bobby turned to Dean, confused, “Son, you better start doin’ some explaining.”

- - -

“So, this half dead thing, how does it work?” Bobby asked Danny, handing him another ice-pack, this one going to his split lip.

“Usually better than this.” The young man replied with a grimace. Young man. An adult again, while his other half had been just a boy. “Usually I heal kinda fast, but I don’t think that’ll be the case this time.”

“Because you took on two archangels.”

Danny almost doubled over laughing, but his cracked ribs and Bobby’s firm hand on his good shoulder stopped him from causing himself more damage.

“Easy, boy.”

“Sorry, it’s just- I didn’t ‘take on’ two archangels. I didn’t even face them! I just, got in while they were at each other’s throats, distracted, snatched up the guys, and turned tail as fast as I could when they noticed.

“If I had actually tried to fight them, none of us would have gotten out.” His face had sobered, looking at his bandaged hand.

Who had he been holding with that hand? Would it had been Adam or Sam who got dragged back to Hell? Bobby shuddered to think that. These boys deserved to be finally free.

Speaking of which…

“But you still went to the end of Hell and back to get ‘em back. And I owe you for that. Thank you.”

The boy blushed and ducked his head, shrugging. “It had to be done.”

“No, don’t.” The weathered hunter gripped Danny’s shoulder more firmly, but still mindful of his injury. “Don’t undermine what you did, kid. You saved these boys. So, again, thank you.”

Ha had saved Sam’s soul, and if his soulless body’s previous attempt at patricide showed something, it was that Sam saw Bobby as a father as much as Bobby saw him as a son.

And maybe he hadn’t raised Adam like he had his boys, but he still was so young, with a whole life ahead of himself. He would have to come to terms with his mother’s loss and the years he’d missed but if he had that Winchester stubbornness in him he would be okay. Eventually.

“If there is anything I can do…” Bobby offered again.

“Uh, actually…” Danny’s sheepishness turned into outright embarrassment. “I could really do with a ride home. My friends and sister are at college and I really don’t trust my parents’ driving.”

Bobby huffed out a laugh. Of all things he could have asked…

“Sure thing, kid. Do ya mind if I call someone to pick you up? I gotta fix this place, and I really wanna keep an eye on these boys.”

“No prob’, sir, just, generally speaking, if we could keep the ‘half ghost’ thing between the people here, y’know, don’t let word get out, that would be great.”

“Understood.”

- - -

Sam and Adam were still out cold, but alive. Dean had wanted to stay by their bedside, but Bobby left no room for arguing in that he had to thank Danny before he left for home. Home, which was his parents’ house in Illinois, when he wasn’t at college.

Was he seriously just some guy? Part-timing as a reaper… ghost… friend of Death of all beings.

Said guy was currently resting against Garth’s truck, eyes closed and face tilted upwards just basking in the sunlight after having gone to the depths of Hell and back. Because Dean had asked.

Yeah, he should thank him face to face.

“Hey.” He called out as he approached.

Danny looked back down and Dean finally got to see his busted lip and split eyebrow, which had been easier to ignore than the arm in a cast, but harder than the bad posture hiding his broken and bandaged ribs.

“Hey, man.” He said with a weak grin. “Ready to move on, huh?”

“Yeah, I already called my parents, told them I’ll be visiting… I didn’t tell them it’s gonna be a recovery visit, though, or they would have insisted in driving here.” Danny said with a grimace. “I’m just waiting for your friend Garth to finish talking with Mister Singer, and then we’ll go.”

Dean nodded along but on the inside he steeled himself, cowboyed up, and began, “Hey, listen, about Death’s ring, I know you already took it but-”

“I didn’t take anything.” Danny said calmly making the hunter pause. His expression was knowing and serene. “If you had something of Death’s that she wanted back, there was nothing you could’ve done to keep her from getting it back. Death is everywhere and you can’t escape her forever.” He said it so matter-of-fact and with such acceptance that it rankled Dean, who had already died and come back as well.

“Ok, well, then you still went to Hell and saved my brothers, and I know you told Bobby we owed you nothing and only want a ride home but-”

“Mister Singer owes me nothing, but you do.” The halfa interrupted him again, leaving Dean flabbergasted.

Was he really saying…? Well, it’s not like Dean wasn’t in the middle of offering anyway, but still…

The hunter nodded. “Okay.” He didn’t know what he was signing up to, but he had already sold his soul once to save Sam, and he would do it again if it came down to it.

“You don’t owe me because I saved your brothers.” Danny explained. “I’d have done that for free, any time. You owe me one for not telling your youngest brother that you didn’t even think of him when you asked me to go on a rescue mission to Hell.” Danny’s glare wasn’t hateful or even angry, just disappointed and disdainful.

Dean was still stunned, he closed his mouth then opened it again but no sound came out. He really hadn’t thought… hadn’t considered… fuck. Shit! Damn it!

He shook himself out of his thoughts and nodded again. He deserved whatever he got.

- -

Garth and Bobby wrapped up their conversation, and soon enough Danny was out of Singer Savage and headed back to Illinois.

They still had to deal with the angels’ war, and see what would happen with Adam, what he would choose.

His brothers were fine, they were safe for now, and they would get better soon.

Still, as he watched the back of the speeding truck get smaller and smaller, Dean was left feeling hollow.

- - -

The first bit of this chapter was directly taken from a transcription of "Appointment in Samarra", the episode where Death has Dean do his job for a day to teach him the lesson that murder is okay if done by someone better dressed than you! asdfghjklñ. I just added some descriptions.

There, Death asks him "which brother" to save from the Cage, since Dean tty forgot about lil Adam smh.

Let's just say that the setting (me, being the one to write this) demanded Danny to be Not Cool with that, so this is a little fix it. I did this for Adam and have no regrets. Youngest half siblings for the win!

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #supernatural #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Adam Milligan #Bobby Singer #SuperPhantom #ghostly-scrypts #ghost king au #but it's not mentioned here #Appointment in Samarra #fix it #fixing the part the bugs me out anyway #💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻#Danny Phantom Crossover #Supernatural Crossover

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dylan-rodrigues · 5 months

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Moon in the Day - ep. 6

It's less romantic & angsty and more pathetic that the most Do-ha could do for 1500 years is scare little girls via spooky mirrors

Torturing a servant girl to own the libs (your stepson)

Damn, that's sad as hell. She tells him to not get involved and save himself but when she thinks he actually left... You can see her lose all hope.

You know what, I'm getting the sense that Doha is not a good person. Bro killed his friend (?) and loyal subordinate for a chick... I hope the poor Nameless Lieutenant Guy gets reincarnated into a field marshal or something in *his* 19th life

Wait, that was his own bodyguard?? You do not, under any circumstances, have to hand it to Han Ri-ta but… was there no other option but killing him??

Young-hwa's psychiatrist must be like, "I can pay so many bills bc of this lady."

Why is this monk boy so baby girl. And wow, Do-ha in that black shirt making me feel things 😳😳

Old Monk has a point. Was it ever explained why killing her is the best way to help his soul move on? Am I forgetting or missing something?

Defeating your demons by trying to defeat your eonni with a wooden sword. 2023 is the year of positive eonni representation apparently…. Also, are they... Setting up a love line with manager and eonni?

Is he trying to make sign a NDA when she's drunk?? Not cool, manager man, I thought you were better than this

He was about to strangle her and now he's just watching her drunken antics like a lovesick puppy. Researchers must study this.

This Hyung is really one of the best eldest brothers in drama history, I think??

"I kept telling her to kill me, she kept saying she'd kill me, so I really don't understand why she killed me" bro...

I wonder if Do-ha even realizes her talisman are the same seeds he gave her bc when he does... and when she find out “she” killed him…. All aboard the angst train 🚉

So this is the last we see of lawyer man, huh? Bro is driving to his doom 😭😭… Oh God, this is worse. Seok engineered the main witness' death and essentially turned the lawyer into a double agent in one move. Again, you do not have to hand it to him, but that was kinda clever.

Oh nice of Mr Wife Guy to finally let Young-hwa know the facts when she's in a drunken haze. But at least by the end of the episode, she’s all caught up with the plot, like the audience & Do-ha.

I was just thinking, how did evil stepdad even let the marriage happen?? Oh God what is he plotting??

#moon in the day #pyo ye jin #kim young dae #ep. 6 #kdrama #낮에 뜨는 달

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I'm about to sound so unsympathetic since the chick was basically physically and psychologically messed up but during the whole beat down tirade I was like 'you forgot her hypocrisy about secrets, would've been a nice layer on there too' because I just.... the show got to the point where I didn't care about Ruby anymore and even though I stopped watching the show a while ago I still keep up with your recaps and sometimes a clip or two. But while I'm sure that scene garnered a lot of sympathy for Ruby, it just gave me satisfaction of the fact that even though Neo didn't know the full deal, she knew ENOUGH to keep kicking Ruby down from her self righteous perch into the mud and I honestly gotta give it to Neo, she tore her apart in an unrelenting and unforgiving fashion. It was amazing and terrifying. But then the writers went and did that to Neo, like damn guys, she still needs to get back at Cinder.

I definitely felt for Ruby in that scene because it was A Lot. As you say, Neo did a great job of psychologically messing with her, on top of a massively unfair physical fight. As well done as moments of that was though... that's kind of my problem with it? The extreme nature of Ruby's torture ensures that she doesn't have to acknowledge the points Neo made. Because Neo is a super evil villain who is deliberately twisting these situations to make Ruby feel solely responsible, preying on someone who is already blaming themselves to the point of suicidal ideation. The outcome of this will never be, "We do need to rethink the choices we've made and acknowledge our responsibility in many of these tragedies," it'll be: "Don't worry, Ruby! Neo is a lying villain! You're a good person and you need to learn that these feelings of guilt are lies as well." Certainly the rest of Team RWBY aren't grappling with guilt at the outcome of everything that's gone down. They're being vaguely sad that they don't have a home to go back to and are otherwise flirting. It's Ruby who is 'inaccurately' blaming herself.

Which is precisely what I didn't want because it lets Ruby off the hook. I never wanted a villain to point out Ruby's mistakes because, as said, that gives the story an easy out - why would we listen to the bad guy? I wanted a scene like the first half of Ren's where the heroes realize that they've fucked up and work to better themselves, but obviously that was rejected. All the Ever After has given us are creeps/evil-doers who, as a result of their characterizations the group doesn't need to listen to. Because they're bad guys. Caterpillar shows them spooky smoke people who question their status as heroes? They're spooky smoke people! Why would we trust them?? Cat questions whether they're actually as nice and as fair as they claim? The Cat is revealed to be super duper evil! Magical figments of Ruby's dead allies point out that she's often made things worse and they've died as a result? It's all an exaggerated manipulation orchestrated by a villain to get Ruby to commit suicide. There shouldn't be an outcome where Ruby goes, "Neo was right about some of that" because the scene was just too horrific and overflowing with manipulation to allow such an acknowledgement without Ruby coming across as still suicidal/self-hating. As cathartic as it can be to see Ruby getting called out, I find it far more frustrating that the call outs are so extreme that it continually positions Ruby as just another victim. Volume 9 is working hard to make you feel any guilt for criticizing Ruby: How can you be mean to the suicidal girl ignored by her teammates and targeted by Neo?? Ruby went from an incredibly cocky powerhouse straight into a #SadGirl, completely bypassing the opportunity for someone to legitimately criticize her without that being framed as kicking a puppy for, supposedly, no reason.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas #suicide tw

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Nick help, some chick in my server was talkin bout how she was gonna watch some old spooky movies bcus its the season and i got excited and started givin recs and she goes 'no, im not watchin any of that stuff im watching nightmare before christmas!!'

Nick how do i stop myself from biting her head off

WHAT... okay im a firm believer that nightmare before christmas is both a halloween and christmas movie but its not even spooky tell her to get better taste and watch the vastly superior stop motion creepy childrens movie coraline

#og post #ask #anon #smh not even nightmare on elm street. who doesnt watch nightmare on elm street

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spookyhotmess · 8 months

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#friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #october #tim burton #spooky chicks do it better #i like it spooky #halloween

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sin-sidejob · 2 years

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Cognito Watch Party:

Warnings: sfw, movie genres and references to thrillers, horror films, trashy tv and shows

Content: sfw, television and movie choices, various themes and genres of television and film

Reagan Ridley:

- Movies: unironically loves cult classic “bad films” that’re more popular but lower in quality. Also loves some psychological thrillers, animation, & sci-if stuff and watches them like comfort movies. Reagan watches: Space Jam + the sequel, Silence of the Lambs, The Shining, Grown Ups + Grown Ups 2, Inception, Don’t Look Up, All Dogs Go To Heaven, The Usual Suspects, Ghostbusters I-III, Austin Powers Saga, Harry Potter franchise, and War Dogs.

- TV: Reagan watches documentaries/docuseries, thrillers, clever and dark comedies, and animated shows, and series that get a little therapeutic for her. Therapy seems a bit of a stretch but seeing the family bullshit of others through Fleabag and Shameless help her lots. Reagan Watches: Ozark, Manhunt: Unabomber, The Legend of Korra, Arrested Development, Fleabag, Schitt’s Creek, Drunk History, History of Swear Words, Love Death + Robots, Forged In Fire, Shameless, Arcane, Black Mirror, Mindhunter, Community, and Russian Doll.

Brett Hand:

- Movies: I see this man loving 80’s feel-good flicks and Adam Sandler films. Like mindless, kitschy comedy and classics. Also watches trashy romcoms. Brett watches: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, The Outsiders, The Goonies, Stand By Me, The Sandlot, Top Gun & Maverick, Happy Gilmore, Grown Ups, The Wedding Singer, The Waterboy, Star Wars (original trilogy), Spaceballs, Die Hard, and Ghostbusters I-III.

- TV: hes a feel-good show person, avoiding spooky or stress-inducing shows and tv that could freak him out. He goes for mindless comedy that’s more domestic, preferring sitcom. Especially family centric ones! Brett watches: Modern Family, The Office, F.R.I.E.N.D.S., Cheers, The Umbrella Academy, and Stranger Things. Also watches Parks and Rec, The Good Place, New Girl, King Of the Hill, M.A.D. tv, Bob’s Burgers, Robot Chicken, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Gravity Falls.

JR Scheimpough:

- Movies: Watches the classics™️ + organized crime films + white men movies. I don’t see him as a movie watcher like frequently but they’re some of the films he’d choose on a flight or commuting. JR watches: The Godfather part I & II, Casino, Goodfellas, Wolf of Wallstreet, American Psycho, Legally Blonde, Fight Club, The Usual Suspects, Scarface, Heat, The Longest Yard, Silence of the Lambs. He’s also got a soft spot for Finding Nemo, The Devil Wears Prada, Monty Python movies, and Sabrina (both the black & white film and the 90s one)

- TV: This man watches docuseries, drama shows, period dramas, and some business comedies. It’s a blend of boss-workplace dramatics and humor, historical drama, period pieces, and just little bits and pieces that get him laughing and forgetting about his day a bit. JR watches: Suits, Billions, Peaky Blinders, Ozark, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Succession, The Pentaverate, The Crown, The Wire, Ted Lasso, Barry, Fleabag, and The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.

Gigi Thompson:

- Movies: She’s got the wildest blend of gory slashers and feel-good chick flicks. Unsettlingly funny and ironic. Gigi’s just as giddy and smiley when watching the slashers as she is with seeing Elle Woods pass the LSAT. Movie night truly do be wild with this babe. Gigi watches: Legally Blonde, Carrie, Cujo, Mean Girls, Clueless, The Shining, Silence of the Lambs, Hush, The Exorcist, The Omen, Pretty Woman, When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, Sabrina (the 90s version), New York Minute, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, The Ring, The Conjuring, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloweeen, Insidious, Sweet Home Alabama, and Candyman.

- TV: Similar taste in shows as she had with movies but sprinkles in boss bitch shows and avoids thriller or scary shows. She prefers the drama ones and avoids reality tv after the whole K*rdashian fiasco, preferring to keep celebrities far away from her and seen only on a screen. Gigi watches: Gossip Girl, Succession, Billions, Suits, 30 Rock, Veep, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Fleabag, Bridgerton, Disenchantment, First Kill, Dynasty, Ginny and Georgia, You, Insatiable, Villanelle, Inventing Anna, The Queen’s Gambit, and The Chair.

Andre Lee:

- Movies: Silly comedies, romcoms, and comedic coming of age stories. It’s a big ass blend of movies and films that he likes and watches, from spooky to silly and sexy to childish. Andre watches: Monty Python, Jackass, Fantastic Fungi, Osmosis Jones, The Wolf of Wallstreet, Shrek Saga, When Harry Met Sally, Steel Magnolias, Wayne’s World, Caddyshack, Animal House, Hush, The Boy, Fifty Shades of Grey, Ferngully, The Princess and the Frog, and Die Hard.

- TV: Andre watches Euphoria while getting high as blatant irony to the plot line. He thinks he’s hilarious. He also has variating taste of genres, kitschy comedy, animated shows, mindless shit. Half the time it’s stuff to get high to and other times it’s stuff he leaves on in the background. Andre watches: Disenchantment, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gossip Girl, The Midnight Gospel, Narcos, Gilmore Girls, Total Drama, Tear Along the Dotted Line, Disjointed, The Simpsons, Saiki K, Grace and Frankie, M*A*S*H*, Kim’s Convenience, and Euphoria.

Robotus Alpha Beta:

- Movies: not going to lie, he doesn’t seem like a movie man? Like he’s one to watch them half-heartedly if it’s with you or a group, but he won’t go out of his way to watch a movie. Televisions a bit different for him. I think Ro can be lured into certain movies and he may watch some of your favorites on his own time to better understand you, but personally? Not for him. But if it came to it, Robotus watches: your favorites

- TV: he likes semi-mindless comedies and sitcoms??? He’s seen the foils of man in milliseconds and tries to avoid all the stuff he’s encountered. In turn, he goes to things that’re funny or dramatic that can remind him subtly of those he’s, ugh, friends with, and how they’ve made humanity more bearable. Robotus watches: The Umbrella Academy, Seinfeld, F.R.I.E.N.D.S., Frasier, Succession, Modern Family, Fleabag, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, The Boys, and Derry Girls.

Glenn Dolphman:

- Movies: Watches history documentaries, war films, military propaganda films, and period dramas. Also watches southern films too, for some nostalgia and comfort. Reminds him of his mumma’. Glenn watches: Steel Magnolias, A Few Good Men, Saving Private Ryan, Forrest Gump, Fried Green Tomatoes, The Help, The Notebook, Smokey and the Bandit, Jaws, Hacksaw Ridge, The Shawshank Redemption, Dunkirk, Jackie, Spencer.

- TV: mix of history shows, docuseries, military and law enforcement shows, and silly comedies. Some shows are for the similar dynamics to work, to his military life, and etc. others he just enjoys. Strange silly man. Glenn watches: Law and Order NCIS, The Sons of Liberty, Turn: Washington’s Spies, Downtown Abbey, Young Sheldon, Community, Space Force, The Pentaverate, Will and Grace, The Lincoln Lawyer, Bridgerton, Squid Game, and unironically, everything during shark week. And of course, M*A*S*H*

Magic Myc:

- Movies: a Blend of truly random shit that’s somewhat nostalgic but also a crackpot of dumb bullshittery that fits his persona wholly and completely. It’s funny and stupid and clever and smarmy. Just like him!! Myc watches: Animal House, Fantastic Fungi, Grown Ups, Don’t Look Up, Monty Python and the Holy Grail + The Life of Brian, The Usual Suspects, Harry Potter franchise, When Harry Met Sally, 10 Things I Hate About You, The Omen, The Birds, Casablanca, and Chucky.

- TV: i feel that he and Andre hang out and watch shit together but mainly talk shit, like get high or just sit around on a couch and absolutely pick apart whatever stupid shitbirds are running around on the screen. They’ll also make rituals of watching certain shows together and if they tv-cheat they get PISSED. Myc watches: Forged In Fire, The Umbrella Academy, Love It Or List It, Stranger Things, Total Drama, The Midnight Gospel, Bob’s Burgers, Master Chef, Chopped, Cutthroat Kitchen, House Hunters, Cowboy Bebop, Clone High, Amphibia, Gravity Falls, Robot Chicken, Love Death + Robots, America Ninja Warrior, Arrested Development, The Voice, America’s Got Talent, and Squid Game.

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S1 Ep3: Dead in the Water

I'm eating dinner so I have time for another ep. Here we go.

Oh yeah a nice normal family SHUT UP BUFF GIRLS ARE EPIC

Oh this chick is gonna drown bc something pulls her down right

GOD THE CHOPPY FRAMES WHENEVER SOMETHING HAPPENS. CINEMA

Dean buddy I think you suck at flirting. Not that I know anything about that but.

Wowow all these issues abt their Dad. Is he just like waiting for them in a cabin somewhere that would be funny

AGENT FORD AND HAMIL? YOU A STAR WARS FAN BUDDY? DEAN LIKES STAR WARS??

I'm like I respect their ballsyness but its so stressful

OF COURSE lmaooooo the way they are so bad at acting

YEOUCH SHE BURNED HIM SO BAD lmaooooo

PLEASE DO NOT HARRASS THE CHILD oh god his such an idiot...

I can't tell if he's emotionally connecting or if he's as dense as a brick

"Geek brother" dhdhdh

WH– HAUNTED WATER

DONT PUT UR ARM IN THAT HES GONNA GET PULLED INTO HIS SINK YEP THERE HE GOES

STOP WITH THE SAD OLD MEN

Is it like the ghost of his wife or something...

Little guy little man... baby child... poor kiddo

"Oh god we aren't gonna have to hug or anything are we" YOU BETTER

Ohhh it's not something that will happen, but did happen

ALL THESE SAD PEOPLE ALL THESE SAD OLD PEOPLE IT MAKES ME SAD

Whats this guy mumbling at the lake about

Was it like, he accidentally murdered the other kid, and the kid wants revenge?

HOLY SHIT THERE HE GOES FUCKING CATAPULTED

OMG baby grab him... he's scared oh no something bad is either coming for Sam & Dean OR THE KID AUAUAUAGH

These guys... keep impersonating govt officials... and getting in trouble

UH OH LITTLE GUY IS DRAWING UPSET... spiraling.... a drain?

OH NO THE LADY ITS HER DRAIN

Who takes baths like this

Ew ew LADY GET OUT

Oh no oh no poor baby child OH NO

Oh thank god shes not dead

Ohhh the Sheriff OHHH I SEEEE

A bike THE RED BIKE

LUCAS IS RUNNING OH NO BABY CHILD COME BACK

Ohhhh THIS IS WHY U DONT DO THAT SHIT and now there's an angry spirit after you and He Became A Cop ACAB

NOT THE LAKE BABY BOY

Oh look spooky lake child

And there goes the Sheriff

It gave Lucas back in exchange... man

OMG THEY MADE LUNCH I would die for Lucas

I mean sure he saved your son but like your dad died in front of you bc of spooky ghost but w/e

Dean trying and failing to play it cool after getting a thank you kiss god hes. I don't know what the term is yet

#on the highway to superhell #hhmmm i dont like that this was actually compelling #if i actually get Genuinely Invested in this show I Will Cry

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missroserose · 1 year

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Whumptober Day 29: "Better you than me."

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

The flames are dying down when the wave of exhaustion hits Jess with all the subtlety of a Mack truck. For a moment, she’s almost afraid she’s going to discorporate the way the ghost did, dissolve into fire and ash—then Dean catches her, and she realizes that she’s nearly swayed right into the open grave. “Hey, you doing okay, there? It wasn’t that scary a fight.”

It wasn’t that scary. The ghost had certainly looked spooky enough—tattered clothing, unkempt hair and beard, flickering in and out menacingly—but other than kicking up a wind and throwing around a few tree branches, it had seemed more or less helpless to stop them. She’d almost felt sorry for it, the clawing motions it’d made at its skin as the fire took it, the helpless scream of rage it gave before disappearing—

“Do they always do that?” She tries to hide her discomfiture, rummages around in her bag for her water bottle.

“Do what?” Dean is unconcerned; his hands are in his jacket pocket as he watches the fire. She gets the distinct impression that in a slightly different world, he’d be whistling, content with the satisfaction of a job well done.

“With the…screaming and the clawing.” She takes a swig of water, swishes it around in her mouth to wash out the dust and grave dirt. Shivers a little, the ghost’s contorted face haunting the space behind her eyes. “It just…seemed like it must’ve been hurt.”

“Dying hurts.” Dean’s words are curt. She turns her head, blinking at him in surprise, and he shrugs a little. “It’s something Dad used to tell us. Dying hurts, of course nothing wants to do it. But better it than us. Better it than the people it’s killed, or might have killed.”

“I guess. It’s just…” She shivers a little bit, though it has nothing to do with the chilly air. “How do you know they aren’t self-aware? Couldn’t you be killing a human being? Or—not a human being, but a human soul?” She gestures roughly to the space where the ghost had been. “Isn’t that…I dunno. Wrong?”

“Not when it’s kill or be killed.” The edge in Dean’s voice glitters, dangerous. “Our job is to protect the living from the dead. Not the other way around.” He gestures to the same spot. “You saw what it looked like. The way it threatened us. I researched this one extra well—he was a failed miner, by all accounts a miserable bastard in life as well as in death.” A moment, as he watches her stare into the flames, and he softens his voice a little. “Jess, he’s been dead for well over a hundred years. By now, there’s not really enough of him left to call a soul. Trying to stick around after death…you go mad. You can’t interact with reality, so you lose your grip on it. And then someone like us has to come put you down so you’re not a danger to the people who live here now.”

“Been dead a lot, have you?”

Dean throws up his hands. “Jesus. Fine. I tried. I guess it serves me right for taking some soft-hearted chick on a milk run—”

Jess turns and clocks him square in the jaw, hard enough that he loses his balance and, arms pinwheeling comically, falls into the open grave. The flames are mostly down to embers now, but there’s enough heat to have him yelping and hopping until he manages to find their ramp and climb out. The sight is almost enough to make up for the giant blister she’s nursing on the base of her thumb.

Finally he makes his way back to her, all set to be indignant, but she gives him a glance, and whatever he sees in her face quells him quickly. “Don’t you ever condescend to me,” she says.

His eyes go a little wide, but to his credit, he only says “Noted,” and tests his jaw experimentally. Then, after a pause—”It’s hunter lore. I can’t speak to its accuracy. But I’ve rarely met a ghost who can hold much of a conversation.” A sigh. “And this one was particularly nasty. Limited range of power, only killed a couple of drifters, but still. Nobody deserves to be dismembered and have their bits strung up like Christmas decorations.”

“I guess not.” Another sip. The water bottle’s almost empty. She weighs her options, then takes the plunge.

“Did you mean it?”

He seems genuinely confused. “Mean what?”

“What you said, a couple weeks ago. You asked me to come with you.”

She’s halfway convinced he’s going to laugh it off, pretend it was a mistake, or (worse) condescend to her again, tell her she can’t expect people to stand by things they say during sex—but no. He takes a breath, lets it out. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you’d make a great hunter.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I know.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Jess, you’re smoking hot and you’re smart and you’re clever and you’re quick on your feet. You’re also a pretty girl from a good background with a place at a fancy school. Most hunters? We’re not in this job ‘cause we love it. We’re here ‘cause we were raised in it and don’t have many other options, or ‘cause we’re trying to get revenge, or both. You don’t have that kind of trauma.”

A familiar face swims before her mind’s eye; for a moment she indulges in imagining it as a ghost, a tattered memory of a soul, a form degraded to mindless rage. Better you than me… “You know absolutely jack shit about my trauma,” she shoots back.

He raises his hands, as if to ward off another punch. “Fair enough. But my point stands. Just ‘cause you’d be amazing at something doesn’t mean you have to jump in feet-first. Especially when you’ve got other options.”

Carefully, deliberately, she turns to look at him. “Are you trying to convince me to stay because you think it’s what’s best for me? Or because you’re afraid Sam will never speak to you again if I go?”

A pause, an indrawn breath. Just enough to know she’s hit the target. “Sam doesn’t speak to me anyway,” he says, but there’s a rougher note to his voice, emotion that he’s trying to hide.

“Just what was it that went so wrong between you two? You can’t let go of him, he can’t let go of you, it’s making you both miserable.” She’s being rash; she half-suspects Dean might punch her into the pit, but frankly, she’s so sick of their silent bullshit that she deems it worth the risk. “You’re like two stars orbiting each other. Always apart, never really able to break away. And I’m the planetoid that fell into your gravity.” She shakes her head. “It’s confounding to me.”

“Do you have family, Jess?”

“What, you mean like relatives? Sure.”

Dean shakes his head. “No, not relatives. Not people you make awkward small talk with on holidays. Family. People who’d save your life without thinking about it. People who have your back no matter what. People who understand you so deeply and fundamentally that you’d swear you’re the same person.”

The face surfaces once more in her mind's eye, and she blinks it away. “I used to.”

He nods once. “Then you understand.”

A breeze gusts, and a few of the embers flare up into flame. “Yeah,” she whispers, more to herself than to him. “I guess I do.”

#whumptober2022 #supernatural #winjess #jessica moore #dean winchester #my writing

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shyloudpanda · 1 year

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Finally watched 'Darkness Rising' (plex.tv). Ted Raimi, can't pass it up. The man is credited as "the guy in the hat"! At least on the site.

Anyway, terrible movie! Maybe bc I've watched so much horror lately I was expecting more. No, apparently no one liked this movie. The plot didn't make sense, what was even the point of Ted and the daughter at the beginning? And the characters were not smart. Idk what I would do in a situation like that, but hopefully I'd be better. The blonde chick kept crying and repeating herself, it was fucking annoying! And she was basically useless! There was one moment I'll give her credit for towards the end. Her friend was kinda hot while she was possessed. I DIGRESS!

Could barely keep attention, probably bc I'm a scardy cat and there were some spooky scenes. The makeup and dog got me, ok! And I won't drag them for putting in the effort. This was just a bad movie. And I've watched plenty!

#ted raimi #darkness rising #horror movie

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shetheripper · 1 year

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3 days, 2 nights and 34 miles solo on the Outer Mountain Loop plus the Northeast Rim in Big Bend National Park 1/10-1/12/23

As you might already know, I took a seasonal job as a waitress at the Chisos Mountain Lodge in Big Bend National Park to save money and create some beautiful experiences in the outdoors. It has been a blast! I’ve been able to hike so much and really knock out a lot of goals in solo and distance hiking. The outer mountain loop is a 31.6 mile backpacking route that takes you up from the basin, through the chisos mountains, out and around the range, through the desert, back up into the mountains, and back down into the basin. This is the hike I came here to do.

Photo from all trails.

After a couple months of getting my legs on the trails, as well as tackling more and more distance, I finally felt confident in my ability to complete the route alone.

Due to the distance of the route and the dry nature of the desert, staying hydrated was the biggest challenge to tackle. There are 2 water caches located on either end of the desert stretch, one at Homer Wilson Ranch, and the other off of the remote Juniper Canyon rd. I couldn’t get to this one before my hike because the road conditions require a high clearance vehicle, and y’all better believe I’m still rocking that busted Altima. “I been through the desert in a Nissan with no Bumper” (or whatever America said) So my only option was to pack the extra water, and cache at Homer Wilson, a good 24 miles from my starting point. I carried 7L of water and 2 coconut electroLit beverages. 2.5 lbs per liter. My pack was heavy! But I did what I had to do. Attaching soon a list of what I packed.

1/10/23 Day 1

I woke up around 5 am, without an alarm, and realized I had forgotten my headlamp at the hot springs the night before. This added 46 miles to my morning commute, some of which was on a rocky dirt road. I got the shit scared out of me by some horses that I actually spooked first. Lucky for me, my headlamp was there, right where I left it. I ran back to my car under the last of the moonlight and hauled 30 miles to the basin. I worked a breakfast shift at the lodge and got out around 10:30am. I had to leave this day because I only have 2 days off at a time. My first day of hiking was only 6 miles so I had a little time to kill. I decided to drive back to my trailer and look over all my camp stuff to see if there was anything else I should take. I ended up figuring out how to pack my tent, as I was originally planning not to. So glad I did!! Being solo can be spooky in the dark. It’s nice to have a little barrier. I meditated in my room for a bit after securing my final pack. I felt many things. Excited, nervous, happy, sad, lonely, empowered. I let every part of me be channeled into what I was about to do. Heading back up to the basin, I grabbed a Red Bull and some stoke from Sarah at the gas station. Shout out to the homie. I got back up in the mountains just before noon. I stretched, used the bathroom, and texted parents as well as some friends at the park about where I was going and when I should be back. The last thing I needed before heading out was a tool to loosen the bolt on my hiking pole, so I ran to the maintenance room and got what I needed. Finally, in all my nervous energy, I was ready to start!!! The basin was pretty slow and not many people were around, but still, I felt super awkward putting on my giant pack while a group of teenagers gaped at me from across the parking lot like, “what the hell is that chick about to go do?” I hurried off onto the trail.

Mile 1, 2 and 3 in order.

Like I said before, my pack was heavy, and the pinnacles trail is the steeper route to take up into the mountains. I had a good starting pace but I had to take many breaks. A pair of 2 other girls on the trail helped keep me going, we passed each other on alternating breaks. We agreed it was nice to share the suffering. Hiking isn’t easy for anyone, it’s always a challenge, and that’s why we do it.

I made it to pinnacles pass around 2pm and made a sandwich. I talked with some older folks about my route, different parks, hikes they’ve done, and other general oldhead hiker things. After lunch, they headed down, and I headed up to the Northeast rim. I filtered some water in boot canyon on the way.

I dropped my Patagonia fleece and backtracked a quarter mile to go get it. (This is the second time I’ve done this on trail, different occasions too, smdh. Feels like the universe is trying to teach me a lesson about attachment, I love that thing too damn much.) I got to my site, ER7, around 5pm and made dinner on the rim while bathing in the colorful sunset.

Back at my site, it was the moment I had looked forward to all day, Spliff:30. I enjoyed 1, did some writing and reading from Last of The Mohicans, smoked another, and pretty much passed out as soon as it was dark. The weather was very mild, I didn’t use any cold gear. I slept 12 hours on the hard ground with the wind and stars all around me.

Day 2

I woke with the rise of the sun and packed up in time to see it come up over the horizon, lighting up the desert and cliff walls below me. I started hiking from my campsite at 8:15am.

Tumblr won’t let me add anymore photos so continue on part 2 (next post)

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