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Finn Wolfhard on Jimmy Fallon

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   ˛   *   +  @faztastiic​  sent  some  fazbear  fan - mail  :         There's a ping on the talkie as Gregory is finally speaking after what took forever for him to tell Monty where he even was, "Monty... I just had to hide in a really bad spot from Freddy and he walked right on by me-- I don't know how he didn't see me! I need help--"

      ❝  y ‘  said  the  starcade,  right,  kid  ?  ❞  optics  flicker  around  his  immediatey  vicinity  beneath  his  shades,  knowing  he  isn’t  terribly  far.  he  IS  the  fastest  out  of  the  group,  he  could  get  there  in  record  time  and  hopefully  get  gregory  out  of  his  currently  sticky  situation.  ❝  alright,  hang  tight,  kid.  i’ll  be  there  ina ‘  jam.  don’t  let  ‘ im  see  ya.  ❞  and  with  that  the  gator  is  OFF.

          his  connection  to  gregory  tells  him  the  boy  is  practically  right  under  him,  montgomery’s  head  tilting  softly  to  the  side  as  he  spots  the  condiment  cart  to  his  right.  stalking  closer,  monty  really  has  to  start  taking  into  fact  just  how  aggressive  menacing  he  can  really  be.  gloved  hand  rips  open  the  lid,  only  to  find  the  kid  curled  up  inside.  ❝  told  ya ‘  i’d  be  here  in  a  jam.  ain’t  nothin ‘  to  worry  about.  c ‘ mon  out.  ❞  he  offers  a  clawed  hand,  to  help  gregory  step  out  of  the  cart  and  back  onto  solid  ground.  ❝  freddy’s  just  outside,  so  it’s  best  we  start  to  beat  feet.  didya ‘  get  the  security  badge  ?  ❞

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          LIKE  this  for  a  starter /  ask  from  MONTGOMERY  GATOR  !!

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   ˛   *   +  @fazfright​​​  sent  some  fazbear  fan - mail  :         [ embrace ]  for fredbear /threat  —  FAMILIAL  MEME

          the  beginning  of  december  is  not  an  easy  time  of  year,  because  fredbear  just  feels  so  tired  all  the  time.  the  primal  urge  to  get  ready  for  hibernation,  the  cold  ready  to  lull  the  big  bear  to  sleep  for  months  at  a  time.  their  bed  was  just  so  cozy  all  the  time,  how  could  he  even  try  to  THINK  of  going  anywhere  else  ?  the  day  could  wait,  for  it  was  just  too  cold  outside  anyway.  too  cold  too  try  and  enjoy  their  morning  coffee’s  on  the  balcony,  silently  watching  the  younglin’s  of  the  forest  playing  outside  —  that  could  all  be  done  from  the  safety  of  their  windows,  remembering  the  throws  of  their  youth  just  as  they  once  had.  

          or  maybe  they  could  sleep  a  little  bit  longer.

          he  can  feel  the  rabbit  burrowing  back  into  the  warm  nest  of  quilts  that  makes  up  their  bed,  and  the  big  brown  bear  lets  out  a  hum  of  approval  when  springs  finds  their  rightful  spot  atop  that  big  furry  belly.  the  bed  is  not  big  enough  for  both  of  them  to  lay  side  by  side,  but  —  this  is  better  anyways.  much,  much  better.

          big  paws  come  up  to  wrap  around  the  rabbit’s  frame,  enveloping  them  in  a  big  soft  and  warm  bear  hug.  his  snout  easily  finds  it’s  place,  nuzzling  right  between  the  bunnie’s  ears.  warmth  and  ultimately  comfort  covers  the  two  of  them  like  a  third  blanket,  fredbear  letting  out  a  muted  huff  of  air  into  springs’  fur.  ❝  it’s  just  freezing  out  there  today.  and  you’re  so  warm  and  soft.  i  just  don’t  think  it’s  worth  it,  bun.  ❞  the  words  are  spoken  against  their  head,  fredbear  petting  the  rabbit’s  back  with  a  claw  that  can  only  be  described  as  lovingly  gentle  to  further  prove  his  point.

          yeah,  they  could  DEFINITELY  sleep  for  a  little  bit  longer.

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   ˛   *   +  @roseguided​​  sent  some  fazbear  fan - mail  :         [ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand. / marilyn to charlie  —  FAMILIAL  MEME

          fingers  curl  around  her  mothers  hand,  searching  for  the  warmth  that  charlie  always  seeked  in  the  woman.  the  walk  is  not  long,  and  the  feeling  of  the  summer  air  is  SUFFOCATING,  though  a  chill  still  manages  to  rumble  it’s  way  straight  up  her  spine.  graveyards  had  always  given  her  the  creeps,  knowing  all  these  bodies  rotted  just  six  feet  below  them . . .  a  part  of  her  is  happy  that  sam’s  wasn’t  amongst  them  :  but  maybe  that  was  morbid  to  think  about  ?  she  shouldn’t  be  happy  that  her  brother’s  body  had  never  been  found . . .  but  then  again,  what  WASN’T  morbid  about  her  life  ?  

          june  is  never  an  easy  month,  the  anniversary  of  samuel’s  disappearance  —  the  emily’s  know  it  wasn’t  any  accident,  though  justice  would  never  be  served  no  matter  how  hard  they  had  hoped  and  prayed  for  it.  the  authorities  had  stopped  looking,  the  missing  posters  had  eventually  been  replaced  with  new  posters  on  the  hurricane  cork - board,  their  names  had  become  hushed  whispers  until  eventually  nobody  knew  who  you  were  talking  about . . .  

          coming  to  visit  his  grave  is  not  new,  it  has  been  TRADITION  ever  since  the  family  finally  accepted  the  young  boy  was  gone.  charlie’s  hand  tightens  a  little  harder  around  her  mother’s  when  they  approach  his  headstone,  charlie  reading  his  name  a  million  times  over  in  her  head.  she  does  not  cry  about  it  ;  not  anymore  at  least.  ❝  do  you  still  have  hope  that  he’s  out  there  somewhere  ?  ❞  they  never  really  talked  about  HIM  after  his  death,  in  some  childish  hope,  charlie  had  hoped  that  maybe  sam  was  out  in  the  world  doing  his  own  thing.  ❝  i  always  thought  he  was . . .  hoped,  at  least.  it  helped  me  sleep  at  night.  ❞  eyes  flicker  towards  her  father’s  headstone  beside  sammy’s,  and  her  lips  form  a  thin  line  along  her  face.  ANOTHER  tight  squeeze  of  her  mother’s  hand,  leaning  her  head  against  her  shoulder.  ❝  it  just  doesn’t  feel  right  without  either  of  them . . .  y ‘ know  what  i  mean,  mama  ?  ❞

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** platonic / familial actions.

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours )

[ embrace ]  -  your  muse  pulls  mine  in  for  a  gentle  embrace.

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

[ ruffle ]  -  your  muse  ruffles  my  muses  hair.

[ pat ]  -  your  muse  pats  mine  on  the  shoulder.

[ piggyback ]  -  your  muse  jumping  on  my  muses  back.

[ kiss ]  -  your  muse  presses  a  kiss  to  my  muses  forehead.

[ bake ]  -  your  muse  presents  mine  with  freshly  baked  cookies.

[ flower crown ]  -  your  muse  places  a  flower  crown  atop  my  muses  head.

[ cook ]  -  your  muse  cooks  my  muse  a  meal.

[ lullaby ]  -  your  muse  sings  my  muse  to  sleep.

[ fort ]  -  your  muse  surprises  my  muse  with  a  pillow  fort.

[ gift ]  -  your  muse  presents  my  muse  with  a  gift.

[ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand.

[ calm ]  -  your  muse  calms  down  my  panicked  muse.

[ cheek ]  -  your  muses  kisses  my  muse  on  the  cheek.

[ boop ]  -  your  muses  boops  my  muse  on  the  nose.

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          / ⠀ *  @potentempath​​  gets  a  starter  !

          she’s  going  to  put  an  end  to  whatever  is  going  on  at  fazbear  entertainment,  and  ripley  isn’t  going  to  let  anybody  try  and  stop  her.  not  some  killer  animatronics,  not  some  girl  in  a  rabbit  suit,  and  DEFINITELY  not  some  random  guy  investigating  the  missing  kids  cases.  she  was  way  more  into  this  than  he  was,  he  didn’t  even  have  all  the  details  she  did  !  ripley  didn’t  trust  him,  he  could  be  on  their  side  for  all  she  knows.

          at  least,  that  was  initially  her  plan  —  she  was,  afterall,  one  of  the  missing  kids  he  was  looking  for  in  his  cases.  she  could  call  monty  to  get  him  off  her  tail,  but . . .  ok,  maybe  some  extra  help  was  needed.  which  is  what  brings  ripley  to  leaning  against  the  elevator  wall  as  they  ride  up,  arms  crossed  tightly  over  her  chest.  ❝  i’m  sorry  for  kicking  you  earlier . . .  and  scratching  you.  ❞  it  is  said  with  a  deadpan  tone  though,  not  entirely  sorry  for  her  actions.  ❝  there’s  something  bigger  going  on  here.  bigger  than  me  and  bigger  than  you.  i  just  haven’t  scratched  it  yet . . .  but  i’m  close.  i  know  i  am.  ❞

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   ✰  glxmchick  / ⠀ *  

“Gregory!” Chica would exclaim, immediately tossing aside her guitar to rush to his aid.

Eyes illuminate softly, examining his form to make sure there are no injuries that need attending to. Thank goodness.

“Gregory, the vents are not a designated play area! Nor do I recall you being scheduled to work maintenance on the vents!” She’d begin to scold gently.

Chica reaches a hand for Gregory to take to help him off his feet. “If you wanted to watch me play, you could’ve came through the door! I never mind an audience off stage!”

          he’s  not  even  in  his  uniform,  let  alone  being  scheduled  to  work  maintenance  in  the  vents  anyways.  home  didn’t  feel  like  home,  bute  somehow . . .  here  did.  HERE  there  was  memories,  and  friends  alike.  would  he  ever  grow  out  of  that  ?  viewing  these  machines  as  such  close  family  ?  he  didn’t  think  the  day  would  come,  if  ever.  ❝  yeah  —  i’ve  heard  that  before.  i  know,  i  know . . .  i - i  was  just  looking  for  that  damn  music  man  prototype,  and  then  i  got  distracted.  ❞  

          taking  her  hand  and  letting  the  animatronic  pull  him  up  to  his  feet,  gregory  dusts  the  thighs  of  his  jeans  off.  ❝  i  felt  silly  asking.  ❞  a  SHRUG,  arms  crossing  over  his  chest  as  he  gets  defensive.  he  was  getting  too  old  for  this  stuff,  to  still  be  enjoying  the  magic  (  even  after  all  they  had  gone  through  )  of  the  pizza - plex.  ❝  i  just  think  you  looked  cool.  ❞

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   ✰  glxmchick  / ⠀ *  

“Is someone in my room?”

          the  vent  cover  gives  way  against  his  body - weight,  gregory  all  but  non - gracefully  tumbling  to  the  floor  of  her  green  room.  ❝  well,  uh . . .  there  is  now.  ❞  a  GROAN  of  pain,  gregory  rubbing  the  back  of  his  head  as  he  sits  up.  ❝  i  was  just  watching  you  play.  sorry.  ❞

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          / ⠀ *  @glambeak​  gets  a  starter  !

          there’s  an  eerie  stillness  that  settles  over  kids  cove,  a  place  that  was  bursting  at  the  seams  just  a  few  hours  ago  with  livelihood  now  desolate  &  silent.  foxy  doesn’t  mind  it,  humming  some  shanty  that  rumbles  down  to  his  very  endo - skeleton  as  he  starts  to  clean  up  from  the  day’s  activies.  ❝  we  ought  to  teach  these  young  sailors  to  start  tidyin’  up  after  themselves.  ❞  the  pirate   fox  is  speaking  to  himself  —  though  not  for  LONG,  it  seems.  

          the  double  doors  creak  open,  almost  like  she  is  UNSURE  of  her  entrance.  ❝  ye’  come  to  grief  yer’  old  pal  captain  foxy  ?  ❞  though  it  is  not  said  with  any  sort  of  malice,  as  chica’s  presence  was  one  of  the  only  ones  he  could  still  tolerate.  never  was  malicious  intent  directed  towards  her  —  a  captain’s  softness,  or  something.  if  he  had  to  give  her  a  title,  chica  would  be  akin  to  his  quartermaster  on  the  ship.  his  right  hand.  or  would  it  be  hook  . . ?

          ❝  aye,  lass . . .  it’s  been  awhile,  hasn’t  it  ?  i’m  terribly  sorry  fer’  missin’  that  show  tonight,  but  this  old  seafox  has  much  tougher  waters  to  breach.  ❞  it  felt . . .  odd,  to  no  longer  be  up  on  that  stage  with  her.  with  them.  to  be  replaced  with  a  WOLF  of  all  things  !  her  name  was  so  similar  to  foxy’s  even,  only  to  stick  him  down  here  where  he  didn’t  belong,  as  if  he  hadn’t  existed  to  begin  with.  foxy  was  supposed  to  be  out  on  that  stage  with  HIS  friends.  ❝  i  have  missed  you,  mate.  ❞

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          ❝  everybody’s  got  a  rum  dealer  on  speed  dial  !  ❞

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gregory is trans cause i say so

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          ❝  gimme  my  faz - watch,  you  faz - bitch.  ❞

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Finn Wolfhard in the Ghostbusters: Afterlife trailer

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          / ⠀ *  @glamursa​  gets  a  starter  !

          with  a  grape  fizzy - faz  held  in  his  hands  and  fumbling  to  pull  his  earbuds  out  of  his  ears  ;  like  routine,  gregory  starts  heading  towards  the  place  he  usually  takes  his  lunch  —  freddy’s  GREEN  ROOM.  holding  his  badge  up  to  the  scanner,  the  bright  orange  door  slides  open  with  a  mechanical  hiss.  chugging  the  remainder  of  the  bubbly  drink  and  tossing  it  in  the  freddy  fazbear  themed  garbage  can,  gregory  smiles  at  his  now  oldest  friend.  ❝  a  kid  just  totally  hurled  all  over  the  roxy  raceway  entrance  —  i  have  NEVER  taken  my  break  faster  so  i  didn’t  get  stuck  cleaning  it  up  like  last  time.  ❞

          almost  like  he  owns  the  place,  gregory  collapses  into  the  retro - themed  chair  at  freddy’s  vanity.  ❝  what  about  you,  buddy  ?  any  awful  stories  to  share  with  me  today  ?  or  has  it  been  an  okay  day ?  todd’s  been  on  my  ass,  er  —  my  case  about  my  hair  and  that  it’s  getting  too  long  for  company  standards.  sounds  like  BALONEY  to  me  and  he’s  just  a  hater.  ❞

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the  fall  (  2006  )  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  tarsem  singh’s  visual  fantasy  film.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“i have a message for you.”

“your note came in, and landed on my lap. couldn’t even understand it. it’s written in gibberish or something.”

“how’d you hurt your arm?”

“i was picking oranges.”

“hey, i can see you. come on out here. i can see you hiding.”

“all right, don’t break your other arm.”

“what’s in your box?”

“he’s got the same gap in his teeth, must run in the family.”

“i’m sorry to hear that.”

“he was lost in the middle of a vast desert, full of orange sand with only a handful of men but they didn’t have any water.”

“i believe your wisdom shall save us all.”

“it’s stupid.”

“what would you do better?”

“hey, why don’t you come back tomorrow … and i’m going to tell

you a different story. an epic tale of love and revenge.”

“you know what “epic” means?”

“you should be fully recovered.”

“in the next couple of weeks the pain should abate, then one more operation.”

“this is going to take some effort on your part, too, you know that?”

“next time, i’ll glue your lips to this and carry you away.”

“if you were trying to impress her … [name] already did a better job.”

“every cloud has a silver lining, that’s for sure.”

“i didn’t throw orange at you.”

“you’re not missing much.”

“will you tell me the story now?”

“all right, close your eyes. what do you see? can you see the stars?”

“it was a starry night …”

“i like him.”

“i don’t know why flamingos are pink.”

“that’s a good guess.”

“but i don’t like pirate stories.”

“i just wanted to know if your friend was a pirate.”

“i need to learn to swim.”

“how sad. the tortures of this world have driven the poor man mad.”

“i just wanna play a little game.”

“are you telling the truth?”

“no. you just said no, you weren’t telling the truth.”

“do you want me to finish the story?”

“please! are you listening to me?”

“i’m sorry i shouted at you. i was angry.”

“are you trying to save my soul?”

“did you understand what i meant?”

“are you worried about me?”

“do you know what “soul” means? it’s like strength …”

“that which has been taken from me can never be replaced.”

“i could’ve saved you, but i was weak.”

“my grief has gone blood-red with revenge.”

“hey! you can’t eat it, it’s poisonous!”

“please don’t run! the poison works faster if you run!”

“you always stop at the same part - when it’s very beautiful and interesting.”

“i’m having a hard time sleeping and i can’t remember that story.”

“i’m asking you as a friend.”

“it’s no different than stealing bread from a church.”

“you look beautiful.”

“you get up! you better get up and show these people you are sleeping.these men will chop you if you don’t get up.”

“you know what i do when something frightens me? i say the magic words. googly, googly, googly, begone.”

“did you get what i sent you for?”

“she doesn’t know anything about him, but he knew everything about her.”

“boys, she’s mine.”

“you read my note.”

“how do you know about the priest and the orange?”

“everybody knows you like throwing oranges at the priest.”

“well, i want you to stay here until you get better.”

“i want to add something to it.”

“what happens to the money if i die?”

“[name], you need to get off this suicide thing.”

“problem is not his back. it’s a broken heart. he needs to get over her. i mean, he’s not the first guy to lose his girl.”

“you are someone famous.”

“i hope i never get better.”

“i want to stay here with you.”

“you like chocolate?”

“he’s not my friend.”

“he’s not my friend either.”

“i don’t want to be a bandit.”

“it’s the best part of the story, and since you’re leaving soon, i’d hate for you to spend your whole life … wondering how it turned out.”

“i think he stole it from me.”

“i’ve been on a quest for revenge.”

“i’ve fallen in love with you. but i am consumed with revenge. i’m not a man who can be loved.”

“when i fall asleep, you gotta go. and don’t come back tomorrow.”

“i’m sorry about this.”

“i don’t want you to see me like this.”

“no, i don’t want to make them kiss.”

“i want to look at you until i die.”

“what a mystery this world. one day you love them and the next day … you want to kill them a thousand times over.”

“i’m glad i never kissed you.”

“it says all that on that little locket?”

“first, marriage. and then they can kiss.”

“no wonder the bag was so heavy.”

“yeah. my daughter from a previous marriage.”

“i didn’t recognise you because you have teeth.”

“will you shut up, already?”

“i’ve had enough of you!”

“maybe one day you can take me and introduce me to your friend [name].”

“he’s very sad. he’s lost his girlfriend. he needs to sleep.”

“i’m sure they’re taking very good care of him.”

“that is your responsibility and this is how you treat it.”

“to get better, you gotta have the will and your own desire to live.”

“i heard. everybody’s heard.you’re famous.”

“yeah, they’re angry. but not at you.”

“i didn’t tell anybody about our secret.”

“i should go. you need your rest.”

“the story was just a trick to get you to do something for me.”

“there’s no happy ending with me.”

“she was just pretending to love you.”

“they’re going to find out I’m a fraud!”

“i don’t like this! i don’t like this story.”

“why are you killing everybody?”

“it’s my story.”

“no, but wait a little. wait, please!”

“you are making this up.”

“i want you to see how pathetic he really is.”

“for god’s sakes, the water’s only waist-high.”

“i’m not your father.”

“how pathetic! look at him!”

“there’s nothing left for him.”

“she’ll survive. she’s young.”

“it’s okay. it’s all right. it’s over now.”

“give me a kiss.”

“you do realise it was all a test to see if you truly loved me, don’t you?”

“i’m not feeling very well.”

“we’re a strange pair, aren’t we?”

“did i just miss something?”

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ZIGGY BERMAN in Fear Street Part 2: 1978 (2021)