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5-6 January 2024, Friday-Saturday
Things I have done:
🏫 Friday Classes
💬 Conversations
🤩 Philosophy
🦉 Duolingo: Dutch
🗒 Literature Revision (2 questions)
🗒 Maths Revision (4/73)
🖥 Computer Science Class (online)
🎶 Dancing in my room (15 minutes)
👔 Job Application
📚 Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell
🍊 Tangerine
Winter Studying Challenge
5th January - Would you rather live in a world where it is always winter or always summer?
A world where climate is normal 🙃
6th January - What is the weather like during winter in your country?
Sometimes it snows, sometimes it rains. Sometimes the sun is shining and you’re convinced that it’s quite warm outside but it is not and the air is sharp. Usually it’s cold, below freezing kind of cold.
January study challenge
why did you choose your major, or if you’re still in the process of choosing (or if you haven’t even started), what’s your thought process in choosing one?
I would like to be able to combine Computer Science and Philosophy.
are you an early bird or a night owl?
A night owl!
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08.09.2022
hello i’m still here. currently doing some lecture prep before my masters programme starts this autumn.
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TW: talk about SA (about fictional characters though)
can i say, i cannot believe that there are scream fans out there that actively believe that stu and billy SA’d maureen?
because 1. what the fuck. i get that they’re insane and they killed people which is obviously morally wrong, but they still have morals in some way? like it goes so against everything they did if that would’ve been the plot of scream. WHICH IT CLEARLY ISNT.
2. it doesn’t make any sense. the whole reason why they were able to frame cotton was because he slept with maureen, and then billy and stu killed her, which made it seem like he SA’d her, because his DNA was on her right before she got killed.
it’s such a stupid thing to believe and it’s a small group of people that do believe it, but i’ve had genuine arguments about this subject on tiktok with people believing this bs, when it’s straight up said in the movie, that stu and billy killed maureen prescott right after cotton slept with her. and yet they’re like “b-but on the tv it said she was-“ that’s what the police believed based on evidence + sidney’s testimony (kinda).
anyways, i need people to rewatch scream because WHAT THE FUCK.
#this is not proof read at all sorry for mistakes#this just makes me really mad i could literally go on a rant about it i swear#scream 1996#billy loomis#stu macher#scream#maureen prescott#sidney prescott
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Scream
REFLECTION: Stu Macher x fem!reader; Billy Loomis x fem!reader
Summary: As she looks around the shrine, she can't help but reflect on how she has become who she is...
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
This is the craziest thing I've ever written... I hope you'll enjoy reading it :)
Warnings: SPOILERS! (for mainly Scream 1, 5 and 6), unhealthy relationships, mental instability, blood, violence, referenced death
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Walking around the shrine and examining the collection of sold evidence made her realize that she is walking down memory lane. The knives, the clothes and the memories of the people who once owned them were all parts of her life; were all parts of her actions and then the consequences of those which made her into who she is today.
She wasn't the only one thinking that. It was enough to look at everyone else's expression to know they too were overcome by memories. They were all parts of the still ongoing franchise, they are still playing their parts in it, even if nowadays they have new friends to either suspect or worry about.
The most interesting and with that scariest part of the shrine was the costumes. All of them thoughtfully put to place, still holding the blood and DNA of both victim and killer.
That was the aspect she seemed interested in. Walking up towards it, ignoring the others' voices got her to a whole another world.
Nothing else, but her and the costume, her and her memories, her and her reflection on the glass.
'Billy Loomis' was carved into the cabinet where the glass ended, making the whole thing look like a trophy. It was one perhaps, but not without its pair. She never understood how only one was thought about as the original, when clearly two should've been put behind that glass.
Looking at the costume and then at the knife while she could see her reflection, let some pushed away memories up to the surface.
They were either memories from 1996 or the years before that and even though she should've thought about them as the lies and as the worst memories of her life, she liked those - maybe a bit too much. Even though everyone except the psychos out there thought about Woodsboro and about Billy Loomis and Stu Macher as a very dark part of a long timeline, she couldn't agree with them. She accepted that they are right. Murders aren't acceptable, threats aren't acceptable... But other than her moral code nothing else in her wanted to see that.
She didn't want to see that, because 1996 was the best year of her life - and the years before that held her happiest memories.
She remembered how she befriended the boys - Billy and Stu - and how through them she got to know Sidney, Tatum and Randy. But even though she liked all of them, her relationship with the two boys was stronger than others.
"I thought you invited me over to study." she remembered herself saying on a winter day after she arrived at Stu's place. Even now thinking about is, she still wanted to laugh at how quickly they took her backback and helped her take off her coat.
"Yes, but this is more important than some sappy project about Romeo and Juliet." Stu explained after he threw her backpack next to the coat hanger, stopping her from picking it up. He then put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her towards the living room.
"You mean the Hamlet. We have to make the project about the Hamlet. Sidney has to make one about Romeo and Juliet."
"Whatever! We can do that later, but now look at what we've got for you."
She looked at Billy with a smile. He held a video tape in his hands.
"What's that?" she asked with a small giggle, because Stu put his whole bodyweight on her as he hugged her and they almost fell.
"We'll have a movie night. We never had one with you so now it's time to make up for the lost time."
"All right, you've got me." she chuckled after she got out of Stu's grip, because he started to tickle her. "What are we watching?"
"You said you've never seen Halloween-"
"So let me guess, we are watching Halloween?"
They did. And they most definitely haven't done any schoolwork that day. They just sat on the couch with her in the middle. She had some popcorn in her lap. Her back was pushed against Stu's shoulder while her legs were stretched out across Billy's thighs.
And the amout of information she recieved... They used this and that for blood, they did this scene like this, that actor can be seen in another horror movies as well... It wasn't annoying at all. In fact she hadn't had more fun watching Halloween since that day.
The only problem they had was the fact that she wasn't scared - at all.
"What, you want me to climb on top of you in fear?" she joked and threw a piece of popcorn at Stu after she saw his expression and deduced the things he wanted to say. "Besides it's pretty hard to get scared if I have to sit between two experts who spoil everything."
She wanted to say that they were friends. And they were, she knew they thought about her as a friend at the start as well. Even though later she understood that that day they just wanted to test her and her fears. They wanted to see her reactions to know if she's really who they thought she was.
But later there started to be one issue in that friendship. Friends don't kiss. They don't make out or cuddle like couples do.
God, how awful she felt! She couldn't look Sidney or Tatum in the eye for weeks, and she had to avoid the boys for a while.
Her first ever kiss happened between her and Stu. It was very close to the end of a school year and his parents were away again. She had that strange feeling in her chest that said she's letting him down if she lets him be alone in that house. So she went there and baked some cookies with him to make sure he's happy - even though she's never seen him make the smallest frown.
And then it just happened.
First they joked around, made a mess in the kitchen and were about the start cleaning when he leaned in and kissed her.
Her first reaction was to freeze and just stand there in shock. But later she kissed back and held onto his shoulders, fearing she'll fall.
She didn't.
Her waist just touched the kitchen counter.
Thinking about it still made her stomach feel empty, her throat dry and her cheeks red. It was the softest kiss she's ever shared with anyone. She never imagined Stu to be able to kiss someone softly, but it seemed like she was wrong.
"This- isn't right." she said after the kiss ended and the sudden guilt overtook her. "You are dating Tatum. She's my friend. This isn't-"
"Why can't it be right if it feels good?"
She left his house that afternoon in a hurry, afraid to look back, knowing that if she did she'd go back in a heartbeat.
Kissing Billy Loomis was a whole another dimension. She knew he knew about what happened; she later realized he used that knowledge to weaken her and get what he wants.
He climbed through her window one evening and after she let him in, he started some small talk with her about movies. He didn't ask her about Stu or about the kiss, he just talked about the smallest things possible.
"Are you okay?" he later asked, after she answered with short sentences.
"Yeah."
"You're a horrible liar." he said with a smirk. "I can tell. I've known you far too long."
And that sentence alone made her tell him everything. And after he comforted her and hugged her, he ran his fingers along her cheek and then her hair. She looked up at him with a slight blush.
"Can I kiss you?"
That evening she had her second kiss with Billy Loomis, knowing she's the worst friend in existence.
It was a lot of back and forth from then on, until everything seemed to get back on track... Until the murders started to happen.
And during those days when the attacks happened, when she wasn't comfortable staying home alone they weakened her. During those moments they started to form a weird understanding - they are friends, but with something else... They had some great movie nights, they hugged more than usual. She started to feel happy, living in denial.
And then at that party the reveal happened. The reveal that changed everything. She still remembered the blood, the way Randy was lying on the ground. The house she knew like the back of her hand became something unknown and scary. She remembered how scared Sidney was, she remembered the betrayal she felt when she had to look the boys she loved in the eye.
It was like she was in a movie they were explaining all those times. Almost everything felt familiar yet surprising. The twist was right, the corn syrup was from Carrie, the 'we all go a little mad sometimes' line was known by her... She knew everything yet she was still surprised.
But the way they spoke to her, the way they touched her or hugged her with that wicked grin on their faces was something soft. Something what felt comfortable and good.
And then...
"-final girl." her eyes became teary as she looked at Billy who still kept Sidney at the counter with the knife. She was thankful she didn't have to look at the edge of it. "Every horror movie needs a final girl. Remember when we explained it to you darling?"
She did.
"Well guess what, you got that role in our movie."
And she understood. She understood why they watched all those scary movies with her, why they explained all the production secrects...
But making her partake in it also meant they were sure she'd never snitch them out. And as she watched them she realized she wouldn't.
"Are you okay?" she got back to reality as a hand touched her shoulder.
"Yeah. I am. I just- remembered something." she answered as Sam, the daughter of Billy Loomis stood next to her, looking at the costume as well.
"You knew him, right?"
"Yes." she answered, not daring to tell the whole story behind that knew.
They stood there next to each other as she thought about Stu and Billy again. The blood after they stabbed the other was gushing from the wounds. And as they raised the knife again and again she saw her reflection on the bloody iron. Her reflection what was full of worry, but the fear was completely missing.
"Do you ever think about him?" Sam asked making her consider what she should reply.
"Sometimes, but it's more like a them. You can't have any memories of one of them without the other."
"They went crazy and stabbed you... I guess it really is hard to think about just one of them. Or about anything happy with them."
" 'We all go a little mad sometimes.' " she quoted, but after realizing Sam doesn't know the meaning of the sentence, she continued: "I still have some happy memories, you know. They played their roles quite well."
She touched the right part of her stomach, where the scar was still visible. The wound she got from them wasn't deep. They made sure it wasn't. But it still hurt, no matter how much Stu hugged her.
Looking at the costume behind the glass made her realize how much she misses them. No matter what they've done, what they made her into, she still loved them. They had a special kind of connection. She was their final girl - that part of the plan worked out flawlessly.
Sam opened the cabinet and she examined her expressions with a raised eyebrow.
"We need a weapon. For defense." she explained and took the still bloody knife.
"You aren't like him, you know. At all." she said, looking at the way Sam is holding the weapon as she took the handle of the cabinet and pushed Sam back a little.
She took a deep breath before she slammed the glass door shut, almost being unable to hide a smile at the sound of glass breaking. She looked at her reflection one last time as it broke to millions of tiny pieces.
Sam jumped a little and she could already hear Gale calling out from behind her.
Moments later she was hugged as different people muttered 'it's okay's. They thought it was an accident, it was completely accidental.
It wasn't. She just doesn't like injustice.
Gale was hugging her. She didn't know the truth, nor did Sidney or Kirby. Sometimes she thought maybe Randy has been the only one who suspected something.
She hid her feelings well and she burried the fact that she wanted Billy and Stu to succeed deep in herself.
As she looked at Ethan Landry above Gale's shoulder she noticed the slight headtilt and curious smile he couldn't hide. He turned towards detective Bailey for only a second, but it was enough for her to know the truth.
Their eyes met.
She tried not to smile as she acknowledged that they are now sharing each others secrets. After all: it takes one to know one.
#scream#scream x reader#billy loomis#stu macher#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis x fem!reader#stu macher x reader#stu macher x fem!reader#billy loomis x stu macher x reader#randy meeks#gale weathers#sidney prescott#tatum riley#samantha carpenter#ethan landry#detective bailey#kirby reed
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Ghostface | Pt.2
Pairing: Stu!Ghostface x female!reader
Prompt/summary: Time went by slow after that night the masked stranger broke into your house. When he appears for a quick meetup in your shed, your hopes were high that he would stick around this time, maybe even reveal who he was. Instead, you learn that he was the man who killed your old schoolmate and you’re left with a mental dilemma until he decides to come back. But what will you do when he finally takes the mask off and tells you the truth?
Word count: 6.3K
Warnings/contents: Fluff, mild language, kissing
Notes: Okay, so I was torn for, like, awhile on what direction to take this chapter and how the reader would find out that the masked stranger is actually Stu, so I hope that you guys like the rout I took for this. Enjoy soft Stu. I want to also say thank you to everybody for being so patient while I was writing this. I know how much I hate having to wait for part 2 to come out, but the creativity just wasn't coming to me for such a long time.
Now that it's finally here, I hope it's as good as the first one, or it's worth the wait. As the author I feel biased in saying I don't love it because I had to write it, pause and then proofread to see where I was at and make sure I wasn't repeating myself, and then write it again, and then repeat the process, and then proofread all of it at once in the end.
You can find part 1 here!
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It had been a week and a half now since the mysterious stranger had broken into your house, and despite not hearing a single word from him again, you couldn’t get it off of your mind. That night, you laid in your bed for hours before finally being able to fall asleep. Not a single word had been uttered about that night, when your friend asked why you stopped replying, you lied and said you had fallen asleep. If she knew the truth, she would have called you insane, made you do a rape test to get his DNA and convinced you to go to the cops.
Why hadn’t you done that? Even you weren’t sure. The next day, you were on the edge of your seat. You’d even called into work because you just couldn’t think.
Your parents were back home, asleep in their room while you sat in your plush chair in your own beside the lamp reading your book; a gripping horror novel that you couldn’t put down. It was nearly 2 o’clock in the morning and your eyes were exhausted, but you had tomorrow off and you wanted to spend your time reading, you would simply sleep in tomorrow. It would be worth it.
It only happened in times like these, but for once, the man was off of your mind. However, when you were at work, it seemed impossible to not think back to that night; you had sex before, but it had been nothing like that. Not knowing who he was had almost excited you even more— he had been right, and that had made you shiver at the thought. Not even in your wildest dreams did you think that you would ever had enjoyed what happened that night. Not until you experienced it.
Your phone started to silently buzz against your leg. You didn’t think too much of it; sometimes your friend would call you at night to see if you were awake. Nonchalantly, you glanced down, expecting to see her goofy contact photo. Instead, you were greeted with the familiar words ‘no caller ID’ for the second time. You were quick to put your bookmark into the page you were on, completely forgetting the words that you’d just read, and set the book down as you reached for your phone.
Your hands nearly shook as you brought your phone to your ear.
“Hello?” Your voice was quiet, not wanting your parents to hear you in case they were awake.
“Hello, (y/n).” The familiar voice spoke over the phone, and even though it had been so long since you had spoken to him, his voice sounded like someone you’d spoken to every day. You couldn’t help the tingle of excitement in your stomach.
“I hadn’t thought that I would hear from you again.” You said, peeking at your window that was locked and covered by your thin curtains.
“Why not?” You were quiet. “I’ve been here and there this whole time.” He said as if it was nothing. “You look cute when you’re zoned out. Thinking about my cock inside of you?” The man teased, a devious laugh following his words as if he could see the way your face flushed.
“Do I get to know who you are yet?” You asked, glancing around your room as if he was going to appear out of nowhere like he had last time. “Or are you going to leave me in suspense forever?”
“I haven’t decided.”
“Where are you?” He was quiet. “Are you here?”
“It might be hard to fuck you with your parents in the next room; you’re not what I would call quiet in bed.” The man teased. “If you want it so bad, come outside.” You were quiet for a moment before you spoke.
“Outside…?” Ever since you were little you had been afraid of the dark. Sleeping in the comfort of your own room with the door shut and the lights off was one thing, but going outside late at night when nobody was around was something that you had never done or wanted to do. It was dangerous. You were afraid of the worst that could happen.
As if the worst hadn’t already happened when he broke into your house and fucked you.
“What? Afraid of the dark?” He asked, but the tone of his voice made you think that he already knew the answer. “Come outside. Meet me behind the shed. I’ll be waiting.” And with that, he hung up, leaving you in the silence of your bedroom.
You set your phone and book aside, standing and quietly creeping towards your bedroom door. You opened it as quiet as you could and crept out, hearing the snores coming from your parents room. Their door was shut, but you still winced at every creak in the stairs.
Knowing that turning on the light to the backyard would wake your parents up, you kept it off and unlocked the door, sliding it shut behind you and holding onto the handle like a lifeline. The backyard was pitch black and the shed was on the other end around the pool— that thankfully had lights so that you wouldn’t accidentally fall into it. The last thing you needed was to try and explain to your parents why you were fully dressed and in the pool at two in the morning.
Slowly, you worked your way towards the old tool shed and crept around the side. Behind the shed was well kept, but nothing was ever back there. There was no point in leaving things behind the shed. You looked around, finding yourself alone in the darkness. You wondered if the man had tricked you, but you jumped when a twig snapped beneath someones feet. You spun quickly, looking up at the man.
He stood tall, the mask placed perfectly obscuring his face and the costume he wore last time hung loose around his ankles. You didn’t say a word as the man stepped closer to you, but this time you didn’t back away from him either. You waited and watched, craning your neck to look up at him when he stopped in front of you.
“You know, if my parents woke up…” You hesitated, unsure of exactly what would happen if someone happened to glance out of their window and see you standing in your backyard in the middle of the night, conversing with a masked, cloaked stranger that nobody— even you— knew. You reached up, rubbing your bare arms quietly. A gloved hand reached forward and tilted your chin up. “It would be a lot easier to explain a boy in my room than… this.”
“You’re saying you want me in your room again.” The man spoke as if he was making a question, but he chuckled. “I told you, I don’t know yet.” With a sigh, you grasped his hand from your chin and brought him with you this time, walking around the shed and opening the rickety door. You were quick to walk inside and drag him in with you, reaching up for the dim overhead light as you shut the door.
There was more room than usual in the old shed after your father had gotten rid of the old lawnmower and was on the hunt for a new one, though there were still an abundance of old tools lined against the back wall that the man could use to maim you.
You made sure that the door was completely shut before you looked back and turned your full attention to the man that was standing there staring at you.
“Why are you back?” You asked, getting nothing in response from the man before you. “What if someone saw you sneaking around?” He chuckled this time.
“Worried?” He asked tauntingly. “I came back for you.” The words shouldn’t have made your heart flutter the way that it did, but you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling that settled uneasily in your gut when you were around the man. Everything was wrong with him, but maybe that was what excited you. “I haven’t been caught yet.” You weren’t exactly sure what that meant; did he mean that he hadn’t been caught here, or was he out doing this in multiple places? What was his motive?
You hesitated for a second before you spoke again.
“You did it, didn’t you?” You asked quietly, met only with the blank stare of the mask as you eyed him. “Killed that girl.” He was quiet. “Were you going to kill me, too?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t feel like it.”
“Why did you feel like killing her?”
“Because I wanted to.” The cold words left the man and left a dry lump to form in your throat. What if he had just felt like killing you? What if he changed his mind and felt like that soon? You were once again in a compromising position with the man that just admitted to killing someone that you used to sit next to in math class when you were in high school. “You ask a lot of questions.” A blindfold was pulled from the mans pocket once again and was dangled lightly in front of you.
“Do you want to kill me?”
“No.”
“What if you change your mind?” This time, he was quiet. With a sigh, you leaned closer to the man and closed your eyes. You weren’t sure what was going to happen this time, but you couldn’t help it— you just couldn’t say no to the man. Not with the unknown of what could happen. This time he left your wrists unbound, dangling by your side almost awkwardly. The man in front of you moved closer, his gloved hand reaching up for your chin again.
You let him guide you, eyed closed and blocked from whatever he was doing. You were shocked when a pair of warm, chapped lips pressed to yours, but you were quick to give in to the man. His tongue teased your bottom lip as you shifted on your feet, unsure of whether or not you were allowed to reach for the man with your free hands.
As if he read your mind, the stranger reached down and grasped your hands in his. He brought them to his shoulders and let them rest there while you let his tongue push into your mouth; he was an exceptional kisser, his warm body moving to press close to yours while your fingers grasped at the halloween costume he wore. You dared to explore, touching the warm base of his neck. When he didn’t stop you, you let your fingers wander further, grazing his jawline before you felt his hair.
You didn’t care about who he was as he led you back a few steps. Your back pressed to the shed door and his hand slipped behind your head to hold it in his large hand. You gave into his every movement, letting the man do whatever he pleased while you moved your hand to feel his face; clean-shaven, soft skin rubbed beneath your fingers as he kissed you.
The man reached down with his hand and grasped at your thigh, lifting it easily and wrapping it around his waist, making it easier for him to slide closer to you. His body fully pressed against your own, the obvious hardness in his pants pressed to you. Your hand moved up in his hair, running through it while you kissed the man back almost desperately. You ignored every tingle in your body, every instinct, and let him pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist while he pushed you back against the wall again.
He moved away from your lips, nudging your chin up and pressing his mouth to your neck. You leaned your head back, giving a soft sigh as he gently sucked on your skin. You were hoping that he wouldn’t leave a hickey for one simple reason: how the hell would you explain that to your friend tomorrow?
His teeth nipped teasingly at your skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to elicit a low sound from the back of your throat.
Lips pressed back to yours, pulling you in for another heated kiss— but there was something different about this one. Even before when he was kissing you like he was desperate for it, this time it felt stronger. The urge to feel your lips against his had surpassed even him as he squeezed your hips. The bruises were fading from the last time that he had come here to see you, but his grip still gave you a tinge of pain as he held you.
He smelled fresh— intoxicating. His kiss was too good to deny. His body against yours made you tingle. The shame couldn’t even sit in your chest when his tongue pressed to your mouth again. Your fingers grazed his cheek, tracing along his jawline before they rested on his neck.
Suddenly, the man pulled back, moving far enough away that you couldn’t feel his breath on your lips anymore— but you could hear his soft breathing. You gave a soft sound when his hand groped at your bare chest over the shirt that you were. Both of you were silent— you were afraid that speaking would break the tension that was held over the two of you right now. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as he gave your nipple a light pinch.
A quiet exhale left the man as he reached up to gently touch your face. His fingers traced your cheekbone down to your jaw before he pulled back, grabbing your hips and setting you down on the ground. You gulped lightly, listening intently for the man to make sure that he didn’t disappear on you again. Blindly reaching out, your fingers came into contact with the man sooner than you thought they would.
“I thought you snuck out on me again.” The man before you only gave a soft hum to acknowledge that he had heard what you said. Then, his fingers edged behind yours and fiddled with the blindfold that you wore. You wanted desperately to know who the man was, but you weren’t surprised when you opened your eyes after he took the blindfold off and met the white Ghostface mask.
Trying to hide your disappointment wasn’t easy as the man pushed the blindfold into his pocket this time. The man reached over to flick the light off and reach for the handle. For a moment, he hesitated; you held your breath, unsure if what to hope for in the moment, but you were quickly let down when he opened the door and stepped outside of the shed.
You were left in dead silence as the man left. For a moment, you waited; part of you was hoping that the man would be outside of the shed when you stepped out, but you knew that he wouldn’t be. He had no reason to wait. He’d gotten what he wanted, hadn’t he?
With a sigh, you walked out of the shed, entertain the dark backyard alone. You shut the shed door and crept back inside of your house, locking the back door and sneaking back upstairs to your bedroom. The soft snores of your parents gave you a moment of relief; at least, if anything, they hadn’t known about you and the masked stranger in your backyard in the middle of the night.
Plopping back down on the plush chair, you grabbed your book, but you were left simply staring at the page filled with words, not processing anything that you were looking at. Your mind was empty, but it was racing a million miles a minute at the same time.
The thought was heavy on your mind until somehow, at some point, you finally laid in your bed, closed your eyes, and fell asleep. It felt like hours went by, and maybe they did— you didn’t bother to check your clock.
What was the point? It wouldn’t have mattered anyways. Whether it was 11 o’clock or 6 o’clock, you would still have been laying there contemplating everything but thinking nothing all at once.
And when sleep finally took you, the last thought on your mind was that the man you were kissing smelled familiar. But you couldn’t pinpoint from where.
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Tonight was date night; your parents effort to rekindle the romance had given you a night (or at least the better half of two hours) with the house all to yourself with your obliging work schedule. Sometimes that meant your friend would come over, sometimes it meant you’d pass out in front of the television on the sofa with some cheesy horror movie playing with empty takeout containers on the coffee table.
Only twenty minutes had gone by since your parents had left, but because of the season, it was already dark outside. The lights were off, Nightmare on Elm Street was playing on the television. You were scrolling through your timeline on your phone, occasionally sending quick back and forth messages to your friends, but it was a relatively quiet night. You weren’t quite hungry yet, but an empty soda can sat on the coffee table waiting to be discarded.
Truthfully, you were bored. You had been ever since that very first night nearly a month ago now. You had to admit, after a mysterious, masked stranger breaks into your house, it’s hard to find every day life exciting. You were left working with a bored mind and speaking with a lackluster vibe towards life in general. Everybody had sensed it by now, but nobody other than you (and most likely the myserteous stranger) knew why it had happened so suddenly.
Your phone started to buzz on the coffee table.
‘No caller ID.”
You watched it for a moment, then with a sigh of discontent, you leaned up and grabbed it, then flipped it upside down. Was blocking the strange man out of your life even possible? You didn’t know, but you did know that if you didn’t answer, he would most likely just show up anyways. You weren’t in the mood for “Guess where I am” games tonight.
With the finality of the phone call, your phone buzzed twice and then went silent. Not even a moment passed before there was a knock at the backdoor.
You stood up, walking back to the glass door and seeing nobody there when you flipped the light on. You looked around for a moment before reaching to unlock the door and heading back towards the sofa. Things were quiet for a minute, almost unusually quiet, before the glass door slid open. With your back to the door, you simply watched the movie that was playing.
The chance that this was someone else was too low for you to worry. Besides, if it was, who cared? Life was dull, maybe some excitement would spice things up for you again.
With a frown, you looked back. What were you thinking? What was wrong with you? Even you were starting to go off of the deep end and finding it harder and harder by the day to fully understand what was going on.
But sure enough, there he was: tall, cloaked, a mask placed perfectly on the face of the man that you assumed to be extremely handsome. You had felt his face, his strong jawline, his soft, short hair. Despite not being able to see him, there was a feeling in your gut that he was very attractive.
Without a word, you looked back to the television as he slid the door shut. You heard it lock, then soft footsteps started to come closer to you. The floorboards right behind the sofa creaked.
“Are you going to stay this time?” You asked, side eyeing the man as he moved around to the side of the sofa. “Because I’m not restarting the movie.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he sat down on the other end of the sofa, glancing from you towards the television. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Time seemed to creep by extra slow tonight. Maybe it was because you weren’t entangled in a heated, blindfolded make out session with the man like you were before, or maybe it was because no words were being said for the better half of twenty minutes.
“Are you hungry?” You asked, standing up. “Because I’m getting hungry.” Heading to the kitchen, you left the man sitting alone in front of the television and opened the refrigerator. There were plenty of leftovers inside, but nothing jumped out at you. Your stomach grumbled, but as you searched effortlessly, not even the chips in the pantry sounded good. With a groan of annoyance, you shut the pantry and turned around, though you gave a soft gasp quickly afterwards. “You scared me.” You met his gaze through the mask; somehow he had quietly snuck into the kitchen and stood only a couple of feet away from you. How he’d perfectly avoided every creak in the floorboards you weren’t sure. It was almost as if he knew the layout. Had he been stalking you for that long? “Why are you just looking at me like that?” You asked in an almost annoyed tone. “What are you gonna do, Mr. Ghostface? Kill me?” You were almost patronizing the masked figure that didn’t budge. “I didn’t think so.”
You walked around the man and walked towards your phone that sat in the living room. There were several messages from your friends, but you chose to ignore those, instead going to your apps and looking for the mobile pizza app.
When all else failed, a pizza for delivery was never going to disappoint.
“Are you opposed to pepperoni?” You asked aloud, glancing back towards the kitchen where the man still stood. He gave a small shake of his head, though time time he started to walk into the sitting room with you. “I’m thinking that pizza is kind of the only option here.” Quickly, you selected a medium pepperoni pizza and clicked delivery. Now, you had about twenty more minutes alone with the man before a nice distraction such as food came.
You went to sit back on the sofa, but the man caught your wrist before you could move. You looked at him, confused. At first, he reached for his pocket. You knew what he was going to do so you tried to hide the disappointment on your face.
But he shocked you, stopping himself and instead slowly reaching up and adjusting the mask to askew away from his mouth. You frowned at his strange behavior, watching as he slowly leaned in.
You regained your composure quickly— after all, wasn’t this what you’d been wanting again this whole month? Even a small kiss from the man that you spent your nights daydreaming about.
So you closed your eyes and tilted your head up. Warm fingers grasped your chin— you hadn’t even noticed he’d taken the black leather gloves he wore off— holding you in place for a shockingly soft kiss. This time, you automatically reached up, hands resting on his shoulders and holding onto his cloak. Your nose brushed the mask, but you didn’t think twice about it, tilting your head to the other side so that you wouldn’t disturb it.
His warm hand rested behind your head, holding you close to him and deepening the gentle kiss. You swore you felt the same hint of desperateness that you had felt before. His hand moved away from your chin, reaching down to grasp at your waist and pull you snug against him. You gave a soft gasp into his mouth when he abruptly pulled you against him, only giving him the ample opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.
Your phone buzzed twice— a message, most likely from your friend that you hadn’t replied to— it was something that you ignored as he gently moved you back only pulling away from a moment to sit on the sofa with you.
You went to sit beside the man, but he was quick to grasp your hips and pull you onto his lap. Your cheeks flushed and you gave a small, nervous laugh as you shifted against the man.
“What are you so worried about?” He reached up, pulling the mask off of his face and meeting your, now shocked, eyes with his intense gaze. “You think I can’t handle you or something?” You went to speak, but instead only a small ‘uh’ escaped from your mouth. You were speechless, staring at the man with an open mouth.
“I… Stu…?” Your shock was quick to turn to annoyance. “Are you fucking around with me right now?” He raised an eyebrow in question quickly. “Somehow, someway, you found out about that night and now you’re just trying to get on my nerves?”
“You realize that makes absolutely no fucking sense, right?”
“Yeah, well… well, you make no sense.” He scoffed.
“Like when?”
“Like right now. What are you… what are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do for a really, really long time, and what I’ve been too afraid to do because I was worried… well, I was worried that you wouldn’t… feel the same.”
“So you dressed up as Ghostface and broke into my house?” He was quiet for a second before giving a slightly awkward laugh.
“Yeah, uh… that was maybe a little weird.”
“A little weird?”
“Hey, you know what, you can’t even deny liking it. I felt how fucking wet you were, you secret little whore.”
“Hey!”
“I always knew you were like this.” He spoke over you, fingers gently grasping your hips. “I did this because… I was scared, okay.” He forced out, not meeting your gaze and instead keeping his eyes down on your clothed chest. “I was afraid that you’d hate me if I told you that I had a little… fuck— fine, a huge crush on you.” Your cheeks were warm as he clenched his jaw and sighed. “You already hate me when I’m me. I thought maybe… you wouldn’t hate me if I was someone else.” Your chest fell at his soft tone.
“I don’t hate you,” you spoke gently. “I never hated you.”
“You didn’t?” He asked, finally meeting your eyes.
“No. You get on my nerves sometimes and I really hate how you’re always teasing and pestering me, but I never hated you. I always kind of liked you. Even when you were being obnoxious.”
“There’s no chance you ever… liked me at all, is there?”
“I guess I kind of thought you were cute when I first met you. But you seemed uninterested so I just kinda… brushed it off.” You shrugged gently. “Maybe… thinking about you that way again wouldn’t be that hard. I mean… you do make me laugh. And you’re pretty funny. And you do give really good head.” He chuckled. “But did you… did you really kill that girl…?” Stu was quiet for a second too long. You were tense on his lap as his fingers tightened on your waist. “Fuck, Stu— why?”
“If I told you I’d have to kill you.” He was joking, you knew that, but things were too tense for you to laugh at him. After all, you were finding out someone you had sat next to for years now was a murderer. “I’m joking.” He said when you didn’t laugh. “I’d never hurt you.”
“Could I really trust that?” You asked softly.
“I guess I can’t expect you to. But I can tell you that I wouldn’t anyways. And if I wanted to, I already would have. You and Billy are my best friends. I wouldn’t ever hurt my best friend.”
“Does Billy know?” Stu hesitated for a second before giving a gentle nod.
“But you can’t tell him that you know. He’d be pissed if he found out that I was here now. Or that I’d ever come here in the first place. I couldn’t stay last time because I had to go but… just don’t tell Billy.”
“Is Billy… like this, too?” He was quiet, giving you your answer. But neither of you said anything. With a sigh, you looked down and shut your eyes. Warm fingers gently grasped your chin.
“Listen, I know that this is a lot of information to take in. I didn’t want to tell you, but I don’t really like keeping secrets from you. It’s hard not to tell you whatever you’re asking when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, you just have this look.”
“Are you calling me intimidating?”
“If the shoe fits.” He shrugged. “Sometimes it feels like you can just see right through me.”
“After this past week of me being around you and not having a single clue that you were the masked stranger that broke into my house and gave me the best fuck I’ve ever had… I don’t think you’re really that transparent anymore. Sorry that I ever called you that in the first place. That was kind of mean.” Stu sent you a smile, a cute one. You knew that it should be different, but you were seeing Stu in a completely different light— and not a bad one.
“Call it water under the bridge.”
“What… happens now, Stu?” You asked, almost hesitantly. “Do we just go back to hanging out with Billy and pretend that this entire thing never happened?” With a soft hum, Stu gently squeezed your hips in his hands.
“Maybe you’d let me… take you out and we could see what happens when I’m not just some masked stranger breaking into your house anymore. If you want.” You were quiet for a moment, eyeing the man with a nearly unreadable look on your face. Stu swallowed hard as you gently cupped his face in your hands and gave a soft hum. You leaned in and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his lips; when you pulled back his eyes were closed and lips still puckered. He sent you a disappointed look when he opened his eyes, but it was quick to change when you spoke.
“I think I’d like that.”
“You’re so pretty like this.” Immediately, you felt your face flush as you looked down. “Without the mask on and the blindfold covering these pretty eyes I can really see you.” He gently gripped your chin and made you look at him. “God… I always knew you had this intimidating look, but you never let me look at you like this. I could look at you like this forever.” Scoffing, you pushed his hand off and looked away again.
“Quit buttering me up, I already told you I’d go out with you.” Stu gave a soft laugh and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your neck.
“Can’t you just let me be nice to you?”
“No, it’s weird.”
“It’s only weird if you let it be weird.” With a soft huff, you forced yourself to meet his intense gaze again.
“I’ve never thought of you like this before, I always kind of pictured you as a brother or a really weird friend. Thinking about you this way is… different. And you looking at me like that it’s just… you’ve never looked at me like that before.”
“Not that you ever saw.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re oblivious. I’ve always looked at you like this.”
“I think that I would have noticed if you stared at me like… that.”
“Well, you didn’t.”
“The whole time?” With a soft laugh, Stu nodded his head.
“The whole time.”
“How didn’t I ever notice?” You asked with a frown. “I know I don’t always see things like that but… this feels hard to miss.” By the end of your sentence you spoke so softly Stu had barely heard you. He gave a soft laugh and shook his head.
“I asked myself that question all of the time. But I was too worried you’d kick me out of your house if I ever came over alone. The easiest way to keep you from noticing was to have Sidney or Tatum around so you’d be distracted.” Stu sighed. “I don’t think you could ever really understand how pretty you look when you think nobody is watching you.”
“I wouldn’t have kicked you out— if you had ever come alone. Who knows, maybe I would have… noticed and you wouldn’t have had to go through all of this trouble in the first place”
“Don’t you get it?” He laughed softly. “I’d do this over and over and over again if it meant that it would end up with you sitting on my lap like this. It doesn’t matter if we had to redo this entire life all over again, I’d always do whatever it took to get you here with me.”
“And if we didn’t end up in the same life?” You rolled your eyes playfully.
“Then I would find you and I’d get you like this in that life, too.” He said confidently. “There’s something about you that draws me to you like nobody else ever has. Maybe that’s what it feels like to meet a soulmate. You believe in that kind of thing or do I sound like a dick-jerking idiot right now?” You laughed, making the man smile at the sound.
“I never really believed in soulmates, but hey— anything is possible, right?” You shrugged. “I never thought I would have liked a stranger breaking into my house and fucking me, but here we are.”
“Awe, you wanted me to come back.” He teased you.
“I did.” You said softly. “I thought about you a lot. Not just sexually, but… I just wanted to know you.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Maybe.”
“I like that.”
“Men like you always like crazy girls.”
“But not smash a window with a tv and run my car into a tree crazy. You’re more like “Let’s go into that haunted, abandoned building and see if we get shanked by an old homeless guy who needs cash for cocaine.””
“You were the one that said there were probably homeless people on crack in that building.” Stu laughed and shook his head.
“Remember how annoyed Billy was?”
“I remember showing up to his party late and getting called an idiot for dragging you into that, but it was you the entire time who dragged me into it.” You snickered. With a dramatic gasp, Stu covered his chest.
“I would never put someone so pretty in danger of getting stabbed by an old man on cocaine.”
“Well, it wasn’t me.” Stu gave a quiet sigh and shook his head.
“Alright, fine— it was my fault. I’ll admit it.”
“I think you’re maturing.” You teased the man who sent you a small, genuine smile.
“You bring out the better side of me.”
“That was cheesy.” You said, but you were quick to flush and look down.
“You know you liked it.”
“Maybe.”
“You know, I meant what I said.” Quirking an eyebrow, you met his gaze again.
“What do you mean?”
“I really think that… that I’d find you in any life we could ever live in. Even if you lived across the earth. You’re some… god, I sound like a fucking dick-wad right now.” He sighed and shook his head. “You’re someone I think I was meant to be with. You really do bring out a better side of me. You know how you made that joke about romantic tropes in movies where they always end up finding each other because they just meant to be?” You nodded. “I think that could be us.”
“You really think so?”
“A guy like me will always need a girl like you. I think I’m lucky I ever met you. And I think I’m even luckier that… you wanted me around. Even if it was just a little bit. You could have chosen Billy. You could have wanted Randy. You could have even been with Sidney or Tatum, but… it’s not them here. And it wasn’t ever them that you looked at like this.” Despite your embarrassment, you sighed and kept eye contact with the man. He was looking at you differently now. Almost as if he was desperate for you to validate that what he was saying was true.
“I think girls like me need guys like you around. Sometimes I’m too serious. You help lighten the mood. Without you I… well, I forget to think of the little things. Like laughing at myself when I slip in the snow or being able to make a joke about an insecurity. You help keep me lighthearted. I’ve always liked that about you.”
“You know, if things don’t go well on our date, I don’t want things to be awkward. I don’t want you to not talk to me again thinking it ruined our friendship.”
“Honestly Stu,” you gave a soft laugh and shook your head as you spoke, “I don’t think it’s possible for me to ever look at you again and not think about you telling me you’d find me in some parallel universe.” He gave an awkward chuckle and finally broke eye contact to look away. “What, are you embarrassed?” You teased, earning a playful eye roll from him.
“Shove it, would ya?” Laughing, you leaned in and pressed your head against his shoulder.
“Come on, Stu. Like I could ever forget this.”
“I almost wish you would.” Gently, you reached up and grasped onto his shirt and held it tight between your fingers.
“I don’t want to.”
“So what you’re saying is… that, in a parallel universe, you’d find me, too?”
“I’d spend my whole life wanting to feel this… content.” He hummed and pressed a kiss to your head before he sighed and laid his head back on the sofa. “I’ve been waiting for this forever.”
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” With a small smile, you leaned up and quickly pressed a kiss to Stu’s cheek.
“I think I have an inkling.”
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I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM. BARE WITH ME. PLEASE.
ahem- y’all remember that post I made about Sam turning 18 and going to find Billy? Listen to this shit- [apologies if I can’t write Sams character well- I will be trying here though.] [Survivor au so Billy and stu are like.. kinda popular, blame River for that idea.]
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Sam stares out the taxi window, blinking slowly. She made the decision to come here, but now that she was here all she wanted to do was run away.
The taxi driver was talking, but the words faded in the background and Sam couldn’t hear them. She just fumbled with her money, gave it to him as she muttered a thanks and stepped out the car.
She stood in front of the house for a good minute before walking up the path that leads to the door.
It was a beautiful house, with a fence in the back. It looked like the kind of house she would see in the movie ‘Stab’, but it was really pretty.
She breathed out slowly as she knocked on the door. There was barking inside for a moment, and she didn’t have to wait long for the door to open.
“Can I help you?” She looked at him, her dad. Billy Loomis- she’s seen pictures of him before, but now that she was actually here in person she could see a few similarities between them.. it was.. strange, to say the least.
“You’re.. Billy Loomis, right?”
He sighs, and leans his head on the doorframe. “Listen kid, I don’t do autographs, I’m not giving you some free shirt-”
Sam shakes her head. “What? No- no I’m..” she pauses, for a soft moment before finishing, “I’m Samantha? Sam Carpenter. You’re my dad.”
Billys brown pinch together and he shakes his head. “Uh huh- nice try.”
“You fucked my mother! You’re my dad, she talked about you a lot. We can get a dna test if-”
“Did I just hear you have a daughter?” Someone else pops up behind Billy, holding a cat in his arms. Sam recognizes him, that’s Stu. Stu Loomis, Billys husband and friend during the murders of ‘96.
Billy elbow Stu in the stomach carefully, “go away” he mutters softly.
Sam looks between them both, and then she sighs. “My mom was Christina Carpenter, you don’t remember her?”
“Not in the slightest.” Billy sounds almost like he’s hissing it at her, but it doesn’t want to make her back down in any regard. Instead, it makes her want to stand taller.
“Wait-” Stu talks, and he looks at her now. “Christina Christina.. Dude!” He looks at Billy. “You don’t remember her? You guys had sex at my party- pretty sure it was like.. roughly around September?”
Billy blinks at him, then shrugs. “I wouldn’t know, pretty sure I was drunk that entire time.”
Sam feels something curling in her stomach when she fully realized he had no idea about her. She doesn’t know why, but it makes her feels almost sad. Maybe she should’ve expected that, but she still had a little hope that maybe.. maybe he would know.
“You were in fact very drunk, now that I think about it,” Stu confirms with a nod, then he’s looking at Sam.
Sam looks at him back, and he seems nice enough. At least, he seems nicer than Billy.
“You here by yourself?”
Sam nods. “It’s like.. kinda my birthday? And I wanted to know who my dad was- I can probably just” she makes a slightly annoyed gesture with her hands. “Call another taxi and leave though-”
“Absolutely not.” Billy shakes his head. “No way- look..” Billy sighs, rubbing his face. “You can stay for a while, if you want- we have the room and I guess..” Billy does a hand gesture as well, and Sam realizes that’s something she does a lot. She must’ve gotten that from him. “It might be nice to get to know you.”
Stu smiles. “I get to be a dad!”
“Aren’t you already a dad?” Sam and Billy say together, both pointing to the cat. Then they’re looking at each other, before Billy laughs.
“Oh I see. You’re both going to Gang up on me now.” Stu shakes his head. “That’s gotta be a Loomis thing.”
Billy looks at Sam with a hum, “Whatdya think? Team Loomis?”
Sam smiles just a little and nods. “Team Loomis..” she almost whispers it, not being used to say Loomis in reference to herself. But something about this feels.. right. It feels like a home, something she rarely experienced back with her mom.
"Happy birthday, by the way."
She smiles just a little more. "Thank you," She utters, and she feels a warmth in her chest. Maybe this time, she'll be able to feel like she belongs in a place. A place to call home.
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morbid attraction
Ethan Landry x reader
AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.
summary: Y/n is a freshman at Blackmore University. They're currently pursuing a bachelor's degree in forensic science to become an autopsy technician. To further their research, and to make money, they pick up shifts as a mortuary assistant. Y/n must come to terms with the trauma of gruesome murders of their hometown, copes with the memories of their ex girlfriend Amber Freeman, and with the fact that their father was a homicidal maniac. Running doesn't get them far from their past as it chases after them into New York City. But maybe there's light at the end of the tunnel. And maybe, just maybe, the light is Ethan Landry.
!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.
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Voicemail (1)
Unknown Caller
Wordcount: 1.5k
Content warnings: blood, violence, drinking, vomit, paranoia
It always starts the same.
I’m back in my father's house, walking up the stairs with a bloodied knife in hand. I look at my feet tracking blood up the stairs, staining the carpet crimson. When I peak over the railing I see bodies littering the floor. A soft thud startles me and I face forward, met with another body at the top of the stairs. Her lower half is still in the room she fell from, her upper body in view.
It's my mother. Her face spattered with blood, her own. She's gripping at the carpet, pulling herself away from the door frame. The farther she crawls the more blood I can see. Her eyes are almost lifeless as I make contact with them. She wheezes my name as she's aggressively dragged back into the room.
“Mom!” I shriek, running the rest of the way up the stairs and into the room.
My mother is again on the floor, a figure standing over her. I can't even make a sound as a blade is plunged into the center of her forehead and she lays still.
The figure faces me, light from the hallway shining on his bloodstained face. It's Stu Macher. The man that makes up the other half of my DNA. He's not my dad, he's not my father.
“Can't your old man at least get a hug?” He asks, arms widespread. He drops his knife.
I stumbled towards him, stepping over my mother's lifeless corpse. I look at him in his soulless eyes.
“Fuck you” I mutter.
The kitchen knife I'm carrying meets his abdomen, twisting as I push it deeper. Stu spits blood onto my face. I kick him to the ground and straddle his waist.
I repeatedly stab him. First in his chest and stomach, then his face. I stab him and scream and cry. I scream, “Fuck you!” Over and over. I stab his face until I can no longer breathe and his features are unrecognizable. His face is nothing but a bloody pulp.
I breathe heavily, hot tears streaming down. Before I can do anything else I'm startled by my phone ringing.
“Unknown Caller.”
“Hello?” I answer.
“Your daddy's so proud of you” the distorted Ghostface voice echoes into my ear.
My body jolts up in my bed. My phone is ringing on my nightstand.
“That fucking dream” I whisper, rubbing my hand over my face. No blood, no tears.
I pick up my phone, the called ID says “Unknown Caller”. My body stiffens, I feel my heart rate rise. I take a deep breath and answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Y/n, can you come pick me up?”
“Tara? What the fuck? Where are you calling from?” I ask, throwing my legs over the side of the bed.
“My fucking phone died, I’m on a payphone. I’m coming from Chad's and I miss the bus and- can you come get me? Please?” Tara's voice sounded frustrated.
I sighed, “Uh, yeah, I'm on my way. Just, uh, meet me outside the library.”
Tara sat in the passenger seat of my 2016 Toyota Camry. I quietly drove us to our apartment building. Even though it was 2am, the streets of New York were as busy as ever. It's a completely different world compared to Woodsboro. Sometimes I miss the quiet.
“You okay?” Tara questions, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, why?”
“You like sick or something,” she tells me.
I laughed, “Well, yeah, Tara it's 2 o'clock in morning. I’m tired.”
“Right,” she nods.
We pull into my parking space at our building and get out of the car. The elevator ride is quiet and we make our way to the apartment. I unlock the door and head straight to my room. I whisper a “goodnight” to Tara before I shut my door.
The next day, I woke up around noon. I don't have any classes or work, so really I didn't even have to wake up. I was going to a party later though, so I figured getting up was a good choice.
When I enter our living room I immediately see my dog, snoring incredibly loud. When we moved here I convinced Sam that getting a big dog would be a good safety precaution. So now I have a huge pitbull, technically an American Staffordshire terrier, that's more anxious than I am. His name is Lucifer, I call him LuLu.
I sit on the couch next to him and hug him, “Good morning, my Lu.”
Almost instantly, Lucifer’s tail starts moving at speeds unknown to man. He smacks my face with force. I give him a kiss on the nose before leaving to feed the cats their breakfast.
I brought my cats Samara and Phantom with me from Woodsboro. They were screaming at me from the counter to feed them. Samara is a slim Siamese cat with bright blue eyes, and Phantom is a big black and white manecoon. His face is split half white-half black, which is why his name is Phantom.
After feeding the cats and doing some other housekeeping stuff, I sat down next to Lucifer again and started on some homework for anatomy. I sat on the couch for hours. I put in Saw for background noise. I got through two of the movies, then Tara came home. Then Quinn did. We sat together and kept watching the franchise.
“Gross” Quinn would comment about every 10 minutes.
I’m still a horror movie enthusiast after everything that happened. It almost makes me feel better, how totally wrong some things about them are. I’ve never watched Stab, though.
“What time is it?” I asked Tara.
She peaked at her phone, “7.”
“Fuck, already? We should get ready if you're going to that party.”
Tara stood up, “I’m calling the shower.”
“Tara!”
Around two hours later and we're walking the streets of New York to get to the Omega Kappa Beta house. We're not alone, we have a few friends with us. We didn't know them super well, but Chad and Mindy were waiting for us at the party.
“Hey, Tara!” Some guy yells.
Tara stops to talk to him. He asks about Sam and the party. I just stand behind Tara and stare at him. He seems weird, but we move on.
My heart beats faster as someone in a Ghostface costume walks towards us. I instinctively reach for my pocket knife. They passed without even glancing at us.
“Chill out” Tara tried to help me.
I sigh, “You're right. Let's get fucked up.”
I’m about two drinks in and I'm talking to everyone. Nothing mattered, I wasn't scared. I spotted Chad and his roommate, so obviously I make my way towards them.
They're doing some weird shit with eachother. Chad says something then they both take a shot. I watch Ethan spit it back into the shot glass.
Chad calls out to a girl, “My friend here, he's a snack right?”
The girl smiled awkwardly, “Eh.”
“Oh, most definitely” I say, approaching them.
Ethan looks behind him to see me standing there, he smiles. He's wearing an awfully made robot costume I think. It's just cardboard.
“See? Sexy Freddy Krueger agrees” Chad referred to my costume.
“Just Freddy, it's only sexy ‘cause I'm wearing it” I laugh. I grabbed Ethan's bicep, “Let's dance.” I drag him away from Chad.
Ethan moves awkwardly to the Usher song playing, I laugh at him. I take his hands and try to make him move with me. He spins me like we're slow dancing.
“Did you just spin me to Usher?” I asked, giggling.
“Yes? No?” He responds, nervous.
I keep dancing and he sort of watches. He's unmoving and looks like an absolute loser. I decided to take him out of the huge crowd and go find Chad again.
When we find Chad he's talking to Frankie, who's trying to take Tara upstairs. Suddenly, I'm sober.
“What's going on? Tara, come here” I demanded.
“No, guys, I'm fine. I want to” Tara replies.
Then, Frankie grabs her arm and she falls. Chad pulls Frankie off the stairs and pushes him.
“Chad! Knock it off, dude!” I yell and Tara is telling them to stop.
They aren't listening. Sam then shows up, she separates the boys. Then promptly tases Frankie in the balls.
“Yeah, alright. Let's go” I say, grabbing Ethan again and leaving with my friends.
I silently walked behind Sam and Tara as they argued about everything. I figured if I didn't say anything Sam wouldn't lecture me too.
My phone rings, “Unknown Caller”. I let it ring. They call again. And I let it ring again.
A group of drunk girls passed us. One of them throws a drink at Sam. She calls her a murderer and Sam tries to fight back.
“You got a problem with me bitch!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I scream, throwing the nearly full can of beer I took from the party at the girl's head.
“You crazy bitch!” She yells, walking away.
My friends stare at me. I stare back. Things are quiet. My phone rings again.
I finally answer, “What the fuck you want, asshole?”
“Your daddy would be proud that you're a psycho. Just like him.”
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#scream#scream vi#scream 6#ghostface#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x you#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry fanfiction
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— 🎃 halloween challenge 2023 ;; day 3; born in the wrong century.
— in 2022 , kimberly macher died. well not really. when kimberly was stabbed by her best friend and her heart stopped she was declared dead. but somehow her ex best friend regular slasher film turned supernatural. because instead of dying like she should have? somehow kimberly macher ended up in the worst possible time period. the time where her father was a serial killer.
— in 1996 just weeks before the woodsboro murders. a teenage girl wakes up in the hospital. no memories, no name, only a confusing resemblance and dna match to local teen stu macher. these resemblances should have stopped their- but when she mysteriously knows thing about the local woodsboro teens the question arises….. who is she?
— kimberly macher is alive and trapped in 1996. it should be simple- stop the murders before they happen. except there’s one issue. kimberly macher can’t remember who the murderers are.
taglist: @stanshollaand @arrthurpendragon @claryxjackson @endless-oc-creations @daughter-of-melpomene
#oc#ohc2023#kimberly macher#scream oc#fyeahscreamocs#scream ocs#fic: living dead girl#i’m happy cause i love her
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20 January 2024, Saturday
Things I have done:
✍️ Writing
🤩 Philosophy
🖥 Computer Science Class (online)
👔 Job Applications
📘 Logic (8/29)
💧 Drops: Dutch
🦉 Duolingo: Dutch
🧘 Yoga (10 minutes)
🎶 Dancing in the living room combined with hanging laundry (20 minutes)
❄️ Walk
📚 Szczeliny istnienia by Jolanta Brach-Czaina
Feeling very low on brain energy today 😐
Winter Studying Challenge
20th January - Do you do any winter sports?
No, but I used to ski when I was a child.
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24.09.2022
crossing things off my to do list, waiting for uni hell to break loose
#studyblr#study#studyspo#notes#stu-dna-ing#study space#intellectys#lookrylie#eintsein#einstetic#knife gang
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on the special occasion of finally completing 3 years here is a lil thank you post. I started this blog back in Jan 2020 at the same time I started bujoing and decided to share my progress here as I was very inspired by the whole community and I am still touched by how welcoming and sweet everyone was to me. I have met some [hopefully] lifelong friends, had some of the best interactions and got to know the kindest people here.
Tumblr always felt like a home to me, there’s a strange comfort here, and even after 3 years the community hasn't changed much. Of course, I miss some of my beloved that aren't super active lately but just going to their accounts and revisiting the memories feels so intimate. I have sure made great memories here so just a little thank you to everyone who has ever interacted or sent me kind words with or without anon, everyone who has sent me moon pictures saying “it reminds me of you” have checked on me during exam season or left encouraging tags on reblogs, younger tumblrinas who said they want to journal like me, i truly love all of you! My askbox is always open [now with anons shjsjs] for you
if I could I'd write each of you handwritten letters and teleport there to meet even once but for now, just know that I love and adore you <3
Knives🔪🫶🏼:
@hilaryhahn [the godmother of this blog] @kindastudyingstuff [my most beloved clown] @bulletnotestudies [will be forever thankful that u told me abt knife gang or what else id do in my life] @upside-down-uni @myhoneststudyblr @the---hermit @medustudies [the kindest soul to ever step on planet earth] @randomstudyblr [💪🐈⬛] @dreamofghosts @grgie @melaschnie @smallfrenchstudyblr @asteristudy @bennistudies @brightstudyblr @la-galaxie-langblr @serendistudy @selkiestudies @kkul-bee @stu-dna @smileystudies @coffeecupstudyblr @mal-studyblr @apricitystudies [💍] [not over the fic] @stuhde @dutch-polyglot @theosaurus @studywithzorah @caffinateef-studyblr @cinnappletea-studies @tungumalaast @medical-magpie @fluencylevelfrench @joliespages
@study-van [the first friend i found here] @ancientmariner13 [thank you for being a constant ] @studying-engineering [miss you with my heart ripping out] @autumnalglaze [timezone behated] @studying-nando @raeiyyn[wish to know you more] @problematicprocrastinator @adelinestudiess @violetsnotebook @notes-by-saher @wecandoit @septemberstudies [miss you so much] @peachblossomstudy @coffeexpies @lattesandlearning @venetianwindow @a-students-lifebuoy
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THE STUDYBLR WITH KNIVES SERVER PRESENTS:
the Summer Reading Challenge 2.0 ☀︎
when i posted the first summer reading challenge a year ago, i honestly never thought so many people would participate and so many more challenges would be put together and enjoyed in good company :") so thanks to everyone who's joined up till now, i'm so glad these are as fun to take on as they are to design!
summer is just around the corner and we have a fresh hot sunny reading challenge ready for you! and if you want, you can also check out the 2022 pride reading challenge
RULES:
-> please reblog this post if you’re participating
-> for each of the prompts, read a book of your choice and cross the prompt out on the above template
-> post your updates in the form of text posts, bookish photos, or anything else you come up with under the tag #studyblr w/knives reading challenge!
-> the challenge will last from the 1st of june till the 30th of september, but feel free to finish it at your own pace
! be sure to hide any spoilers under the cut when posting updates/reviews, so people can avoid them if needed :)
as always, the prompts are transcribed below the cut and if you want to join the challenge on Storygraph as well, check out the notes of this post.
if you have any questions, feel free to leave them in my inbox!
Welcome to another summer reading challenge! This year, the prompts are:
released in the last 6 months
by an author of colour
by an lgbtq+ author
adapted for TV or a movie
novella or graphic novel
antihero or chosen one
heist or magical quest
classic or retelling of a classic
longer than 400 pages
childhood favourite
nonlinear timeline
shorter than 300 pages
a book that’s been on your tbr for over a year
a book by an author if your nationality
main character of color
a book that was published the year you were born
☀︎ TAGLIST:
@medustudies @melaschnie @hannistudies @upside-down-uni @stu-dna @asteristudy @dreamofghosts @fluencylevelfrench @serendistudy @kindastudyingstuff @mal-studyblr @randomstudyblr @museeofmoon @tungumalaast @theosaurus @joliespages @myhoneststudyblr @theaestheticass @medical-magpie @caffinateef-studyblr @condomnauts @welcome-fuckers @studystranger @anurstudyblr @wiproaringreading @thebubblylinguist @caroloveslife @booksnscience @three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat @soleciito @pencilspeaker @pothimi @autumnalglaze @starguiders @english-ness @yourneighborhoodbibliophile @ngisi @thankstosoullesslovers @apalsantstudyblr @coffeeandsnark @anurennero @dreamsdemandhustles-blog @selkiestudies @budo-bujo @the---hermit @emdashaddict @thiqqachu @happylightdragonalmond @tranquilstudy @myonetruebook @aaalias @perpetualanon @gloriousinternetpaper @dostoevskyforthewin @idkbruhhhhwtf @pandetrigo @simons-studyblr
#who's ready to enjoy their summer reading to the fullest? ☀︎#studyblr w/knives reading challenge#studyblr w/knives reading challenge: summer 2.0#sabrinas posts#sabrinas other#knife gang#booklr#bookblr#bookish#books#reading challenge#myhoneststudyblr#serendistudy#noodledesk#studyvan#studyblr#emmastudies#stuhde
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Welcome to my blog, about a kitty I'm obsessed with :3
Asks are open and welcome!
Below are the links to my Fanfic published on AO3. It currently has 3 chapters out of '?', and will be updated intermittently. ^^
A03
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3>This fanfic will be updated irregularly from here on. The 4th chapter is currently in the writing stage.
I will be posting updates on the progression/release on Tumblr, or on this pinned post (I am relearning Tumblr and social media in general, so this may be a bit rough).
Ref sheets of my Mewtwos are under the 'Keep Reading' on this pinned post. Or found by clicking, here.
Ref Sheets of Secondary characters including Mew can be found by clicking, here.
Artworks can be found by clicking here
Comics can be found by clicking here (only 1.5 so far)
Art progression in chronological order can be found by clicking here
Asexual reproduction head cannon for my AU
Asexual reproduction [Comic explanation]
Information about the upcoming comic will be posted here. It will be based on Okita's life after her trainer has passed away.
-----Notice board Below!----
COMIC 2 IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION, LARGE ART POSTS WILL BE FAR AND FEW
SHITPOSTS ARE A GIVEN
Chilli arc comic under construction, comic 2 release possibly 01/05/24 (DD/MM/YY)
Image info on the Mewtwos are be written below for convenience.
Okita Spes - [THR-M2E-ID# 141/150]
Height/Weight: 1.8m / 114kg
DOB: 30/04/2034 (April 30th, 2034)
Birthplace: Aunura Region / Unova Region
Sex, & Gender ID: Intersex, Female
Sexuality: Demiaro, Asexual, Lesbian
Nature: Gentle
Food Likes: Bitter
Food Dislikes: Sour
Characteristics: Highly curious
Other info: [point list]
Compulsive Engineer
Okita is Newtwo's
unborn-Daughter, fused
with a stolen human
embryo.
created by a division of
Team Rocket, for both
experimentation and
control.
Uses highly defined
telekinesis to
manipulate matter.
Newtwo/Unova - [Grannewt]
Height/Weight: 2.1M / 121KG
DOB:11/07/2013 (July 11th, 2013)
Birthplace: Kanto Region / Unova Region
Sex, & gender ID: Intersex, Female
Sexuality: Aroace (Aromantic, Asexual)
Nature: Serious
Food Likes: N/A
Food Dislikes: N/A
Characteristics: Strong Willed
Other Info [point list]:
Newtwo & Mewtwo are both Twins.
Despite the creation age-gap they were
both originally unborn mews from Mew.
Newtwo was held in a cryo storage in the
Unova region until the time was 'right' by
team plasma.
Her long horns and red mega eyes are a side
effect of prolonged & frequent mega evolution,
changing her body composition slowly.
She has since slowed down the process.
Despite mewtwos being immortal in this A.U.
the fragments of human-DNA in their
system cause them to physically age. They can
revert this by using recover for long periods
of time.
Newtwo doesn't really care about how she
looks and chooses to look like this.
-Her 'Serious' nature doesn't get in the way
of her being an incredibly caring pokemon.
Newtwo keeps her C-Section scar from when
Okita was taken from her, as a reminder of her
stolen baby.
Newtwo and Mewtwo have no toe-beans, but their
offspring do.
Chilli Spes [Okita's son]
[ADULT STATS = '*']
Height/Weight: 2.1m / 122kg *
DOB: 01/10/2099 (October 1st, 2099)
Birthplace: Unova Region
Sex & Gender ID: Intersex, Male
Sexuality: Demiaro, Asexual, Pansexual*
Nature: Naughty
Food Likes: Spicy
Food Dislikes: Bitter
Characteristics: Likes to run
Other info [point list]:
The more chilli matures with age the
more stamina he'll have, almost unlimited.
Being a ball of energy he unfortunately
Tires out quickly as a baby and child,
sleeping often.
Heterochromia & tail colour caused by
morsanima DNA altering [canon Asexual
reproduction].
He'll be able to keep up
with his grandmothers
mega Y speed as an adult.
Mewtwo/Kanto [Granmewt]
Height/Weight: 2.2M / 128KG
DOB:06/02/1998 (February 6th, 1998)
Birthplace: Kanto Region
Sex, & gender ID: Intersex, Male
Sexuality: Aroace (Aromantic, Asexual)
Nature: Adamant
Food Likes: Spicy
Food Dislikes: Dry
Characteristics: Somewhat Stubborn
Other Info [point list]:
Mewtwo & Newtwo are both Twins.
Despite the creation age-gap they were both
originally mews born from Mew.
Mewtwo was created first in 1998.
He developed cataracts in both his eyes
in the 2050's. Instead of repairing them with
recover, he used it as a way to hone
his skills and inhance his other senses.
Newtwo, as well as his own kids are
mixed on the matter.
Despite mewtwos being immortal in my AU,
the fragments of human-DNA in their
system cause them to age over time.
They can revert this by using recover
for long periods of time.
Mewtwo doesn't care about how he looks
and chooses to look like this.
Mewtwo is a very caring 'Mon, despite the fact
he has a very vague way of going about it.
Newtwo and Mewtwo have no toe-beans,
but their offspring do.
Mewtwo has over a dozen children.
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Dune: Part Two - Some of the best pieces of Anti-Christ Propaganda I've ever seen. And by itself? A well produced, well made film. Though it is heavy-handed aka long as shit (Movie Recommendation )
Holy Wars, Chosen One rising from the Desert, Third Eye's and shit, Free people/"Fremen" fighting for their desert land, Fall of The House of Atreidas/Collapse of Empires *cough America cough cough*, seeing timelines, Nukes n shit.
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The powers that be really, REALLY want nuclear war. If it ain’t a Civil War, us killing each other, they want nukes flying.
The Eternal's had good cinematography, so did The Ritual but those can't even touch this.
This movie, in IMAX? Was/IS a must see experience, religious experience even. If you haven't seen it in IMAX, Do it. Please. Don’t miss out.
But outside the realm of conspiracy, they're just well made movies on their own. The sequel had way better pacing, Part 1 was just 2 hour setup and it was worth it. So so worth it.
This movie is 2 films in one package, if you paid to see this? You're not wasting your money if you went to see this experience.
My biggest complaint besides the hefty runtime, expansive lore being somewhat crammed & rapid fired at the audience (hence a LOT of exposition), would be the fact that we never get to see exactly how the worm riders dismount or how a caravan riding the worms back- then get OFF the worm in the first place.
Jessica was pregnant, how did she get on the worm?! And how did they get her off the worm?
See we’re shown how dangerous it is to get on a worm, every step involves mounting it while it’s in motion, it doesn’t stop to let you onboard. So how they transport crowds looks cool, but it in the movie specifically (fuck the books) the movie didn’t show that detail.
Now, let’s put credit where it’s due: These two movies by themselves are a serious feat, especially in this nauseating cinematic universe era of film-making.
This isn’t Star Wars, this isn’t Marvel or DC.
This is custom lore from a lesser known title, and a sequel with the magnitude of Avengers Infinity War in just 2 movies, coming off of one film with 2 hours of setup (which is basically what Part One was). All in just 4 years, not enough people are addressing how impressive that these two movies exist & executed in the way they were.
This isn’t DUNE II, but “Part Two”. The same narrative, same story, effortless momentum. Way better filmmaking than Endgame, better story, and better music (Hans Zimmer annihilated this OST, as usual).
This easily could’ve been a storytelling disaster, a contrived, over-ambitious mess with yet another messy Messiah overtone that falls on it's face, but it did well.
And while Paul isn't the most engaging main character (he has some gary stu-ish traits, which was ironically written to be part of the narrative) but he is no boyscout.
He cries, he will train, he is taught, he outbursts, he gets emotional, and when he's serious, it's serious. Not perfect, and is a man of vengeance, not Talk no Jutsu, not punching away the darkness of someone's heart to free their inner child or some bullshit:
Paul is here to handle business. Period. And you slowly see him developing emotional calluses to the point where you see him becoming something else entirely.
And that's ALL imma say, for now. Go watch the movie.
It could've been mess, but it works.
It ain’t no masterpiece, don’t mistake my compliments for hype, the movies are not perfect- but I didn’t expect this to impress, at all.
The music is just the movie's voice. The DNA.
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Hans Zimmer's vision for music, coding the DNA for all the films he composes for is: Otherwordly.
Especially post- 2010, it’s like composing Interstellar was a period of transcendence for him.
Ever since that movie, his style entered a whole new realm, it’s almost intimidating how good he is.
Woke culture be damned, Films like this (while propaganda) still demonstrates in a good way, exactly what Hollywood's true potential is capable of.
#lisan al gaib#dune#dune part two#coming of the prince#keep your eyes on israel#propaganda#good filmmaking#movie recommendation#anti christ#Youtube#lessermook#the one
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❛❛ It’s who I am - part of my DNA. I’m a k-k-killer, and I enjoy what I do! ❜❜
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