#everywhere everything (jeff's version)

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okay so in honor of @lynxindisguise finishing her incredible fic, everywhere, everything here is a silly little bit called everywhere, everything (Jeff's version)! Just for you, lynx, hope you like it:)

If sourdough starters had a concept of time, Jeff would be able to tell you it has been 47 days since anyone has last paid attention to him. Luckily though, they don't really have a concept of hours or days or even years so all he knows is that he's slowly drying up, slipping into hibernation mode and barely bubbling anymore. He doesn't mind though, it's a peaceful existence and he likes his jar.

The neighbours could be better (the rotten baby spinach is alright, but the mouldy swiss cheese has been stinking up the dark humming box for... well Jeff can't tell you for how long it has been in days, but he can tell you that The Human's moustache grew 1,2 centimeters since he last even attempted to clean out their shared floor in the dark humming box, and even then he just grabbed two mysterious bottles and ignored everything and everyone else).

Jeff knows that The Human is called Remus, but since humans (Remus excluded) generally like to refer to him as a "Sourdough Starter" he retaliates by thinking of Remus as The Human whenever he neglects him. When (if) he gets back into one of his breadmaking phases and lovingly cares for him and sings to him again as he feeds him, that's when Jeff will call him Remus again. Until then, The Human is a good enough name for someone who barely meets the requirements of what Jeff thinks humans need to do to stay alive.

Aren't humans meant to be self-sufficient? Did they not build these dark cold humming boxes for the specific purpose of having quick, easy access to nutritious foods? At least that's what Jeff has been told by the hums of the box. Why is his human so bad at the most basic human tasks like feeding himself?

Jeff is not even asking him to feed his loving, innocent, perfect, beautiful sourdough starter who really deserves to be loved and cherished a lot more, at this point he's just really worried about where The Human even gets his nutrients from. Hopefully not the baby spinach, that's currently a darker brown and looks more liquidy than Jeff himself.

Jeff's memory is not the best, the oldest parts of him that carry the most memores having been diluted so many times, back when he was being cared for lovingly, back when there was The Other Human (he's not sure he would remember his name actually, if it weren't for The Human, okay Remus, singing to Jeff about his husband's multiversal travel adventures).

He doesn't remember much of the good old times when he got to go on adventures to the kitchen counter, even lived there in his jar most of the time, enjoying the sunshine and a view of the kitchen from behind the rosemary and basil bushes in matching pots, not only hearing the hums of the cold dark box but so many other beautiful sounds too - the whisper of the rosemary and the gentle lullabies of the basil leaves, the rythmic dances of the cutlery and the sharp screams of the plates, but most of all, the laughter and soft voices of The Human and his Other Human.

Those days seem like hazy dreams from a different life to him now. All he knows now is the humming dark box that gets small moments of light sometimes, when The Human opens the portal to the kitchen and looks around, searching for something that's obviously not there, scratching his stubbly chin and sighing a sad little sigh before closing the portal again, returning the inhabitants of the humming box to their peaceful but cold and lonely life in the darkness.

[justasecretflower]

🥀- Dating Jeff! The killer before he became a proxy!

- fluff.

‼️swearing! its jeff obviously…

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- Liu was 100% the more popular brother, he was more gentle, more kind, had more looks and friends.

- so naturally, Jeff didn’t even believe you when you said you liked him, like Toby.

- he thought you were just trying to get close to his “better” younger brother.

- you have to keep trying for him to actually believe you. You kept asking him out, telling him he looked nice, or complimenting him for getting a good score.

-he finally believes you after like a month of this and he went out to the park as a date. You brought some snacks and stuff to drink.

- You both hid in the slide. Lying right next to each other in the plastic red slide away from everyone else, talking for just hours straight. He knew he had to go home, but he didn’t care. This was his first ever date.

- “where’s my hug at?” Btw.

- “guess who?” While closing your eyes

- acts like a super senior without the pedophilia

- holds stuff above your head too.

- the first time you kissed he was fed up of procrastination. You sat next to him under the bleachers late at night, then randomly got grabbed by your cheeks and kissed roughly.

- it was a long, deep, rough kiss. He put all of his passion and love for you in that kiss.

- he didn’t apologize for how rough he grabbed you, or how sudden it was, he only went in for a second kiss.

- late night walks>>>>>>

- him giving you that dirty white hoodie he always wears when you get cold.

- makes little notes for you in class, forms a paper airplane and aims straight for your head. Then snickers about it.

- he bites. Not as something sexual just a little sign of affection. Your arm, shoulder, and jaw have become a constant place for him to bite.

-no, he will never do it hard; ever.

- can’t afford flowers, picks up weeds while walking and gives them to you.

- if you’re eating something, he snatches it up and takes a bite.

-same goes for if you’re drinking something, don’t mind him just taking a little swig.

- writes his initial and hearts on your hand all the time

-writes YOUR initial and hearts on his converse

- has a picture of you in his hoodie pocket, sure it’s a little dirt and crumpled but it’s something.

- neck kisses, on the back of the neck :(

- doesn’t know how to express his love, so he does tiny things like picking up cool trinkets he finds on the ground, helping you with a problem in school, and drawing tiny hearts everywhere (on you and your paper)

- has a tiny version of your purfume that he keeps to spray his pillows when he wants to pretend like he’s holding you.

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“Hmmm…a doctor?” You ask, this was the 5th thing you’ve asked him what he wants to be when he grows up, so far he’s said no to everything and it’s been getting progressively harder to think of more careers. The chill of the autumn air dances between the strands of mine and Jeff’s hair, lightly kissing my cheek and making my cheeks and tip of my nose red. He was climbing up towards the monkey bars. Hopping to one of them he thrusts an arm out to reach for the other bar. “Fuck no. Too much work” Jeff huffs a laugh. Lifting his body up to curl his legs on one of the bars, leaving him hanging upside down. I walk towards him, putting my hands on his cheeks. “I give up, what do you wanna be when you grow up.” He looks at me, eyes getting softer, lighter. “With you.” He says, smashing our lips together, like he always does, but pulling away quickly. “Don’t tell anyone I said that corny shit..” he mumbles, hopping down from the bars and rubbing his hands together. I just smile brightly.

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- all of his movements seem like he’s scared of losing you, like you’re gonna disappear within seconds.

- grips your hand with a death grip, kisses you rough and fast, hugs you so tight you can’t breathe.

- it’s only in the quiet of the night when he stays over, spooning you does he gently hold your hand and softly kiss your face.

Pt 2. Meeting Jeff! The killer again after dating him before he was a proxy

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[koibitogata]

hello hi wifi bet you won't do a scenerio where you're baking together with the pastas ‼️ I want messy ass kitchen shenanigans ‼️ who'd make a mess yet have delicious food? super clean but disgusting food?

if you don't wanna do this it's ok 🐧

hey penpen!! dw about it, since this scenario is a wholesome one i’ll try to write the wholesome fanon version of them so here goes

cw: wholesome. if you're looking for dark content, I'M SORRY word count: 482

toby would MESS THE FUCK UP like no joke the counter is full of flour there are chocolate chips everywhere. toby goes “CHOCOLATE CHIPS CHOCOLATE CHIPS—WOO!” it’s to the point you can’t tell if the whooping is real or if it’s a vocal tic.

the food you made comes out…decent. because all he did was just dump a full bag of chips into the cookie dough. no way in hell are you letting him touch the food. oh, but cleanup is going to be a pain.

ben can’t bake so he just watches you.

actually you don’t know if he can’t touch the stuff because he’s an apparition or if it’s because he just…doesn’t want to.

baking with ben is miserable. you cannot convince me otherwise. but he eats the food like a little bitch anyway.

bonus: he calls the whole mansion over to eat the cookies while you’re asleep so you have none left for breakfast/snacks tomorrow.

jeff… uh. i can see him absolutely torching the place. baking with him is barely baking, it’s more of trying to get him not to blowtorch the dough to bake it.

“y/n what if i blowtorch the whole thing” no. no, jeff. that’s not how it works.

but if you’re dating jeff, chances are you’re the type to let your intrusive thoughts win anyway.

there is no food when you’re done.

ej is actually decent!! he’s calm and collected and he knows what he’s doing. it’s more likely that you don’t know what you’re doing and he guides you.

oh, he stands behind you and gently holds your hands and guides you in kneading the dough, and you feel his breath on your neck and he says “yes, that’s it, darling. you’re doing so well.”

you’re too busy blushing by the end of it to actually savor the cookies. and all you can think of when eating the leftovers the next day is how he held you…

you’re saving baking with ej for a special occasion. your heart can’t handle this.

not sure if you want slenderman but i really cannot imagine him baking as the operator. but i did say it’ll be wholesome so here goes

slender’s tentacles basically do everything for you. “don’t worry,” he says, “I’ll do all the work. sit back and relax, my dear.” he reassures you that it’s not a burden and insists, but when you whine that it’s not fun when you don’t do it together, he lets up.

he still doesn’t let you do a lot of work though. but occasionally he’ll scoop up a bit of dough from the bowl and feed you, so you can’t complain.

if you decide to cheekily suck on his finger, he’ll chuckle.

“my dear, we can save that for later. it is unsanitary.” you pout as he washes his hands again.

the cookies come out delicious though. you can’t complain.

and he feeds you by hand. and you get to suck on his fingers playfully. you can’t complain.

[junocandraw]

EYELESS JACK HEADCANONS

🫀 - Jack is 100% blind. He uses his keen sense of smell, his touch, and most of all, echolocation to get around safely. If you’re around him, you might hear him emitting quiet clicking noises to gauge his surroundings. The only places he doesn’t do this are in the mansion, and in most parts of the woods. He does occasionally slip up and run face first into a tree.

🫀 - Jack has trypanophobia, but only for himself. He HATES getting shots, but is perfectly able to administer them to others without incident.

🫀 - Jack is a bit like a cat. He purrs when he’s happy (though he denies this being this truth all the time), he sleeps all the time, he loves laying in rays of sunlight, and he gets cranky when he’s hungry. He also has claws like a cat on his hands and feet, and he uses them to scratch and climb trees. Another thing, he can sometimes fall asleep in people’s laps. The rules remain the same. If he’s there, you cannot get up and disturb his rest.

🫀 - He is SO CUDDLY! (Platonically) He loves sleeping on his friend’s chests or laps, and just being with someone when he needs to sleep. Its weird. He’s introverted until he’s tired. He’s also super warm. Portable heating unit ahh monster.

🫀 - Him and Jeff are BEST FRIENDS. Like, FOR LIFERS. They met in prison after being paired in an experiment. The original plan was to throw Jeff into Jack’s cell, and for Jack to hurt Jeff like he did all of the nurses that tried to give him shots. When he encountered Jeff, he sniffed his hand, and rubbed up against his leg like a cat. From then on, they were cell mates. The doctors found that Jack’s violent outbursts towards nurses became fewer and farer between, and Jeff stopped…well…being Jeff. When they met, Jeff was 18 and Jack was 23.

🫀 - He hates wearing shoes. (I know he’s wearing shoes in the drawing I added but it’s super old and I already posted the other really cool one.) He walks barefoot everywhere, and will complain when he gets thorns in his feet.

🫀 - Medical expert. He can find injuries, prescribe medications, and wrap bandages for healing. He also can do surgery REALLY quick. Because of this, he is a super important asset to the slender-alliance.

🫀 - I know everyone likes the “oh my gosh chat i woke up and my kidney is gone oh no!” version of Jack, and, no hate to that ofc. Thats not how I see him. His eating is DISGUSTING. It’s sickeningly hard to watch him chew and slobber on his food. He also doesn’t just eat kidneys, though, he does find them the tastiest. The only parts of the body he doesn’t like are the brain, the lungs, and the stomach. Everything else is fair game. He leaves a MESS when he is done. Finding someone after he ate them would be a very traumatising experience.

🫀 - Jack will often follow Jeff on his fun murder outings and eat what Jeff doesn’t slice and dice to shreds. He’s like the vultures that come and eat roadkill thats been left behind. It’s a mutually beneficial situation.

🫀 - This goes without saying, but he is super quiet. Among the loud and angsty teenage chaos of all of the creepies, he is the eye of the storm. For this reason, he is one of the few creepies Tim and Brian tolerate.

🫀 - Speaking of Tim and Brian, those two are SCARED of him. They would never admit it, but the stories that they’ve heard of the nighttime cannibal frighten them.

🫀 - He loves being scratched behind his pointy ears.

[sam-keeper]

Halloween Film: Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978)

I always loved the ending of the 1956 Invasion of the Body Snatchers, the classic sci fi film about replicant humans being grown from strange alien plant pods and taking over society. Well, I loved what was the ending, before the nervous studio tacked on a prologue and epilogue giving the film an optimistic (and contrived) conclusion. You know, where the main character runs out onto the road, desperately trying to halt oncoming traffic, to get anyone to listen as he cries, into the night, and finally directly into the camera at the audience, "They're here! You're next! YOU'RE NEXT!" For all the film's been interpreted as expressing red scare paranoia about communist infiltration (and even that's contested--others see it as a cry against McCarthyite witch hunts), the sheer manic shrieking energy of that finale lodged itself in my brain ever since I watched the film as a teenager. It was fearful, but it also was relatable, almost a kind of perverse power fantasy. Imagine, just imagine, screaming out from every theater screen and tv set: don't you see what's happening all around you? Look away from the screen if you like--they're already here!

The 1978 remake is actually a weird kind of precursor to our new phenomenon of the rebootquel: a short ways into the film, the main character of the original (literally--it's Kevin McCarthy, the original's star) slams into the car of our protagonists, ranting that blood curdling monologue. In this version, however, the pod people swiftly dispatch him off screen, and we get a creepy shot of a crowd of them standing silently, dispassionately, over his bloody broken body. That sums up the film's sense, contra the original, that it will already be too late by the time anyone notices anything wrong.

What a creepy film this is. It's astonishingly shot, full of striking images and brilliant camera work. Like, if you want reflections and shadows and distorted views of characters to feel fresh again, like they're more than hackneyed metaphor but really, viscerally unsettling, this is the film for you. There's a pervasive sense throughout that the worst has already happened, the world already gone strange when you turned your back. Instead of zombified mania and violence, there's a flatness to everything, a cool impassivity. The cast enhances this impassive flatness through contrast: it's a film full of brilliant weirdos as heroes. Scope Jeff Goldblum in this, for example, as a self absorbed neurotic owner of a mud bath house, and Veronica Cartwright as his Star Child wife. Even the relatively well adjusted main couple has their oddities: early in the film Brooke Adams as Elizabeth has a moment where she does this, fuckin, crazy thing with her eyes to make her friend Matthew laugh that's genuinely very funny and unsettling, and it immediately lends her character so much off beat humanity. These are people who have dedicated their lives to the department of health and they've got the zealotry that comes from being genuinely a bit of a weirdo for both bureaucracy and science. Indeed, Elizabeth's husband gets replaced early in the film by a pod she brings home to study out of pure curiosity about the world.

Elizabeth, soon after realizing there is something fundamentally wrong and alien about her husband, remarks to Michael that San Francisco feels suddenly strange to her, like an alien environment full of alien people. I feel this sometimes in Seattle. Oh, everywhere, but pronouncedly here, interacting with boomer or gen xer artists in my area who casually talk about the homeless like they're subhuman, with people on the street who will freely monologue about who we need to cleanse from the city, with our repulsive mayor and city council who verifiably think I and queers like me are disgusting. You get to thinking, or at least I do, that surely people don't have that much cruelty in their heart, and then you run up against the flat casual way a stranger will condemn a fellow human to oblivion, simply for the crime of being an unpleasant reminder of poverty. Every supposed red line gets crossed--local leaders pump money into already bloated police budgets, people shed their masks, politicians race to be the most xenophobic and border-paranoid, and the state department and media shovel dirt on the fire of each exploded Gazan hospital or butchered aid convoy. Am I supposed to feel secure in this tough new environment? All I hear is the panicked cry: YOU'RE IN DANGER! YOU'RE NEXT!

Donald Sutherland's character Matthew has a belief in institutions that's at once charming and completely exasperating. He's a health inspector who clearly cares deeply about doing his job and doing it well, and so is almost totally unequipped to respond when every social system transforms into a weapon to hunt and replace him. The number of times this man calls the police, often seemingly out of civic duty!! Meanwhile Leonard Nimoy plays a psychiatrist who manipulates and shepherds the cast. He's a pod person, of course, but it's totally unclear whether he was one the whole time or became one late in the film. The suggestion seems to be that it doesn't matter: his role as a professional is to smooth over social ruptures and keep the state of things running as stress free as possible, so he seamlessly adopts his role in the new dispassionate world order. I can't stop thinking, too, about a scene where Matthew and Elizabeth are caught out pretending to be pod people because they react with terrified revulsion to a homeless man who's accidentally been grotesquely fused with his pet dog. The pod people, of course, do not react to this sight, but go about their business. All that seems to have changed in pod person world is that the whole machinery of society carries on without emotion or meaning. The horror is that instead of ending, the world just keeps going.

Sarah and I discovered after watching that there's two other takes on The Body Snatchers, one in the 90s and one late in the Bush era 2000s. I guess that means we're about due for a new generational interpretation of the story. It's not quite like clockwork; maybe it's more like a seasonal bloom. Every 10-20 years, someone feels a compulsion to run to the cinemas and shout, to anyone who will listen, that they're already here, the pod people have already taken over while we were sleeping. And maybe they already have.

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[captainshorter]

Sort of part 2? I already made another version from a scene with Babe but now i'm doing this scene for Charlie:) (I hope this is not stupid, im using a big part of what was shown in the show in this writing but i'm also adding a bit more of my own interpertation of these two scenes, because i feel like they're pretty important for each character) Word count: 671 words

The guilt was eating Charlie up alive. At first he didn't really feel guilty about planning his fake death. Along with needing all his energy and focus on recovery, he thought it for the better. Even if it did hurt Babe, it was for the best and would only guarantee his safety. That didn't mean Charlie didn't miss him, no on the contrary, he missed Babe a lot. When he heard Jeff's voice talking with Uncle Ravel, he slowly pushed himself up. All of his limps were sore and his head was heavy, he couldn't help but groan. Jeff turned to Charlie as he spoke up.

"So you went to stay with P'Alan?" Jeff rushed over to Charlie and grabbed his shoulder as he noticed his brother was awake. He slowly guided Charlie to sit. Jeff didn't answer Charlie's question but instead asked a question himself, "How are you P'?"

Charlie felt unsteady and wobbled sligthly against Jeff as he finally sat upright. He squinted his eyes against the bright light outside and pushed the blanket off of him.

"I'm not dead yet." Charlie respondedly vaguely. Honestly he was feeling terrible, his head felt like it was gonna burst, but he wasn't gonna say that to his brother. It was his own idea so he had to suffer the consequences quietly.

"What's the situation now?" Charlie suspected he had missed a whole lot of important events.

"Everything went as planned. Tony is mad that you're dead. He has Kenta search for new alpha children everywhere," Jeff rubbed his hands together in an absentmindly movement but Charlie still noticed, "The team has figured out that Dean is a spy. So now everyone has moved to P'Alan's house. P'Babe, P'North and P'Sonic, even including Kim." That surpised Charlie, the last time he heard about Kim he was still being held captive by Tony.

"Oh really?" was all he could say.

"What else can they do? Everyone was devestated by your death," Jeff looked at Charlie's face when he said the next words, "Especially P'Babe." Charlie frowned and looked at his lap.

"Is he very sad?" It sounded like a stupid question, because obviously Babe would be sad. But Charlie needed to know how sad Babe was.

"You died right in front of his eyes, how could he not be sad. It will take a while for him to accept it." It's because of this sentence Charlie started doubting this idea. He had thought about Babe being hurt by his plan, of course he had. But Charlie hadn't expected Babe to take his dead really hard. Maybe Charlie should have seen it coming from the way Babe had reacted when Charlie offered to give him his senses back, he got angry at him every time Charlie mentioned it. It made him want to call Babe or at least let him know he was okay but he couldn't, it would destroy the plan and all their hard work.

Jeff understood Charlie's silence and continued speaking, "I know that you are just as upset. But don't forget, the one who proposed this plan was you. You know how Babe will be." Jeff was right, of course he was but that still didn't help the horrible feeling in his gut. Charlie turned his head and looking at his hands in his lap, frowning ever deeper than he did before.

Jeff handed him his glasses and Charlie took them without saying a word, lost in his own mind. He wanted to call Babe, wanted to tell him it was all okay. He wanted to comfort him but he couldn't but instead he was left with a feeling in his stomach that made him want to throw up.

Jeff touched his knee and rubbed his thumb softly in a comforting gesture. "We'll take care of P'Babe, don't worry." But that was the only thing Charlie could do, worry about Babe. It was only a tiny bit of comfort that Charlie knew Jeff and Alan were looking out for him.

[doorrobloxstuff]

Modifier..head..canons..?? But it starts as a ramble.

Feel free to use these notes in your own aus because this shit vexes me.

No, I’m not going to make modify a (currently living) entity. DONT DO THIS TO YOURSELF. I KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW YOU’D DO THIS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

I can’t really find any way to implement modifiers into canon. Maybe it’s an entity like revive?? Maybe Revive gives blessings but the more magic it uses

I’d be funny if there’s blackouts sometimes or the electricity short circuits because of over usage of power and all the lightbulbs just collectively explode

- or Gobby gets greedy and takes everything, but I’m pretty sure TGL AND Jeff would be pretty mad if he took all the currency that can be used to aid someone’s survival. So all the stuff to do with that is NC.

More explanations for stuff:

“Gone fishing” and “Soundproofing” is absolutely not canon. TGL has committed literal crimes to save humans. LITERALLY KILLED ENTITIES TO SAVE THEM.

All the electrical stuff is canon and can be explained as power overusage from too many electrical devices being used at once.

Wet floor is canon. Entities and intruders alike slipping on their ass from wet floor wax is both funny and realistic considering the entities have to do upkeep. They probably have “wet floor” sticky notes on the wall to keep people from tripping and falling though-

Bad ventilation is canon, though the fog is heavier and it’s steam from whenever someone takes a REALLY long shower.

Rush *beating in the door*: “GODDAMN IT JACK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE FOR SO FUCKIN LONG! ITS A FUCKIN SAUNA IN HERE!”

Jack: “I AM WAXING MY LEGS DU SCHLAMPE!”

“Key key key” can be explained by Rueben getting extra locks that week- but.. I don’t know it sounds like a pain in the ass to open every. single. door. manually. To the point it’d probably even annoy the most paranoid of entities.

Like, everyone can just get smaller version a skeleton key. (No, not the ones ingame..) but that’d still be pretty annoying so- non-canon??

Few places to hide/nowhere to hide? Mmm..maybe in the future but I don’t think hide would like it if there was less dressers. But then again, destroying superfluous dressers could help the hotel save energy by reabsorbing inactive mass so maybe destroying them and allowing them to re-absorb would be beneficial if things got REALLY bad.

‘Jammin is NC. Don’t see the point of it unless Jeff somehow got his hands on the hotel intercom and started blasting music to confuse entities.

That’d probably start a confused fight between everyone though as everyone rushes to the intercom to have that stuff turned off.

Tripped, Tripped and fell, Last few breaths, last breath, can be explained as intruders with chronic illnesses or injuries they got prior to entering the hotel.

“Injuries” is just being realistic so no changes there.

Didn’t skip leg day, faster faster faster, Maximum overdrive can also be canon. It’s all fun and games until a crackhead breaks in and starts sprinting.

My legs are killing me, my knees are killing me can be explained off as older people.

Good time: *Shrugs.* The entities are busy.

Bad time: *Shrugs* The entities aren’t as busy.

Really bad time: They think you saw one of their children, which makes them collectively lose their minds.

Worse time ever: They know you saw or injured one of their children. They will collectively lose their shit.

Rush hour: Ambush has migraines so big daddy’s gotta catch the intruder.

I’m runnin’ here: Rush has something to prove or food is low.

I’m tip-toein here: same explanation as above..or the kids are trying to sleep when you broke in. ^

Battle of wits/Wrong number: Dupe’s getting older and its hunting more refined.

I’m everywhere: Screech is getting older and MUCH more confident about its hunting abilities.

Think fast/faster: same as above but to a lesser degree^

Bug spray: Timothy isn’t in the mood to hunt.

Itchy: Timothy is very hungry.

Nosey/Always watching: Eyes has something to prove or food is low.

Four eyes/Seeing double: Oooo! For all the writers out there you can use this one to say eyes has a twin or something. But my explanation is that it can split itself temporarily. Albeit this expends a lot of energy so it’ll take a lot.

Get back here: Figure is in a foul mood/triggered.

You can really run: Seek is in a much more foul mood.

Back for seconds: Ambush is feeling much more up to hunting then usual..

Again & again & again & again: You took something that’s Ambush’s/its starving or it has a personal vendetta.

Rent’s due: Hide has more anxious then usual.

Round about: Halt’s got something to prove/its standing in for someone/it just wants to kill something.

Watch your step: Snare escaped the greenhouse.

Are those pancakes!?!?!: Self explanatory OR Snare is being taught to hunt (and one of its parents are nearby.)

I love pancakes!! Self explanatory.

Stop right there: A-90’s come to visit.

Room for more: Rushlet family reunion. (Aka the rooms gang has come to visit) Curious will also visit as well, though not as frequently.

“Super hard mode” isn’t canon. No. Go away.

Uh oh/how unfortunate/chaos chaos: Circumstances get more fucked up.

[gray-gvf11]

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My top 10 songs:

Movement - Hozier

Ivy - Taylor Swift

Hey, Pretty Mamma - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Darlin' - Houndmouth

Everywhere, everything - Noah Kahan

Mama, You Been On My Mind - Jeff Buckley

Skinny Love - Bon Iver

Sunblind (Solstice version) - Fleet Foxes

Dear Arkansas Daughter - Lady Lamb

There's a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

[marjoriecminerva]

Marjorie's Soundtrack

A soundtrack of Marjorie Hermance

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) - Kate Bush

Oh to Be in Love - Kate Bush

Sugar Hiccup - Cocteau Twins

Cherry-coloured Funk - Cocteau Twins

Lorelei - Cocteau Twins

Heaven or Las Vegas - Cocteau Twins

Sea, Swallow Me (2024 Remaster) - Cocteau Twins, Harold Budd

Pearly Dewdrops' Drops - Cocteau Twins

Falling - Julee Cruise

Keen on Boys - The Radio Dept.

I Don't Like It Like This - The Radio Dept.

Hong Kong Garden - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Carolyn's Fingers - Cocteau Twins

Plainsong (2010 Remaster) - The Cure

Wax and Wane - Cocteau Twins

Lovesong (2010 Remaster) - The Cure

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out (2011 Remaster) - The Smiths

Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

Me and My Husband - Mitski

Nobody - Mitski

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

Don't Dream It's Over - Crowded House

Dreams (2004 Remaster) - Fleetwood Mac

Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac

Let The Light In (feat. Father John Misty) - Lana Del Rey, Father John Misty

Paris, Texas (feat. SYML) - Lana Del Rey, SYML

Margaret (feat. Bleachers) - Lana Del Rey, Bleachers

K. - Cigarettes After Sex

Perfect Day - Lou Reed

So Real - Jeff Buckley

Black Beauty - Lana Del Rey

Chemtrails Over The Country Club - Lana Del Rey

Chamber of Reflection - Mac DeMarco

Gilded Lily - Cults

Roseblood - Mazzy Star

Face Up - Washed Out

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - Joji

Lover Is a Day - Cuco

It's Ok I'm Ok (slowed down) - Tate McRae

Nobody Gets Me - SZA

Saturn - SZA

Fernando - ABBA

She's A Lady - Tom Jones

Take A Chance On Me - ABBA

Dancing Queen - ABBA

Heroes (2017 Remaster) - David Bowie

While My Guitar Gently Weeps (2009 Remaster) - The Beatles

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

Strawberry Fields Forever (2009 Remaster) - The Beatles

Riders on the Storm - The Doors

A Horse With No Name - America, George Martin

360 - Charli xcx

Talk talk - Charli xcx

Sympathy is a knife - Charli xcx

Everything is romantic - Charli xcx

Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan

B2b - Charli xcx

Unlock it (Lock it) [feat. Kim Petras and Jay Park] - Charli xcx, Kim Petras, Jay Park

get him back! - Olivia Rodrigo

What Was I Made For? (From The Motion Picture "Barbie") - Billie Eilish

Labour - Paris Paloma

deja vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Agora Hills - Doja Cat

Same Ol' Mistakes - Rihanna

Reality in Motion - Tame Impala

Dancing Barefoot - Patti Smith

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

golden hour - JVKE

Lover - Taylor Swift

Scorsese Baby Daddy - SZA

Snooze - SZA

Love To Dream - Doja Cat

Lisztomania - Phoenix

The Grand Illusion - Styx

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Taco Truck x VB - Lana Del Rey

Kitchen - SZA

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear To Tread) - Bow Wow Wow

Remind Me - Röyksopp

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Nothing Compares 2 U - Sinéad O'Connor

Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

Pop Muzik (12 Inch Version) - M, Nick Launay

Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles

Rock Me Amadeus (Full Length Gold Mix) - Falco

Come On Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners

We Got The Beat - The Go-Go's

Life On Mars? (2015 Remaster) - David Bowie

Any Colour You Like - Pink Floyd

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

Higher Love - Steve Winwood

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

Moonchild (Including "The Dream and "The Illusion") - King Crimson

Enjoy The Silence (Harmonium) - Depeche Mode

[sinceileftyoublog]

Shannon and the Clams' Rock Mantras

Shannon and the Clams

BY JORDAN MAINZER

On "Real or Magic", a heartbreaking standout from Shannon and the Clams' latest album The Moon Is In The Wrong Place (Easy Eye Sound), lead singer Shannon Shaw asks, "Was it real?" and then confirms, "It was so real." She's referring to a night when Joe Haener, her late fiancée, appeared to her in a dream. The song, like a lot of the band's previous material, recalls 60's doo wop, guitarist Cody Blanchard's falsetto in harmony with Shaw's pained wail. But the way Shaw sings the words "So real" reminds me of the Jeff Buckley song of the same name. Notably, Buckley pronounces the phrase to sound like the word "surreal" as he describes the mind-bending ways in which sensory triggers can make the intangible, tangible. On The Moon Is In The Wrong Place, Shaw illustrates how mourning a loved one can feel surreal, and not just in making multiple references to Salvador Dali. Throughout the record, she feels Haener's presence, culling from songs from various eras, ideas of the cosmos, and, unexpectedly, sights of SpaceX shuttles, to describe how Haener is now Everything Everywhere All At Once.

Shannon and the Clams' Cody Blanchard & Shannon Shaw

The backstory of The Moon Is In The Wrong Place, in a twist of cruel irony, is a real-life tale of the teenage tragedy songs that so much early Shannon and the Clams material was at least adjacent to, if not reminiscent of. Weeks before Shaw was set to marry Haener in 2022, he died in a car crash. Shaw was, of course, heartbroken, but so was the entire band. From the moment Shaw and Haener reconnected after they had been in the same Bay Area punk scene for years, Haener would join the Clams on tour so he could be with Shaw. Blanchard, keyboardist Will Sprott, and drummer Nate Mahan considered him an honorary member of the band. In the wake of Haener's passing, when set to make a record, the band switched-up their creative process, jammed more, and shared ideas back and forth. The result is the most versatile Shannon and the Clams record yet, especially as it pertains to Shaw's voice, sweet and mournful beyond her trademark rasp. Blanchard, per usual, gets a few songs, this time to share his mourning; Sprott takes a rare lead on "UFO". And when it came time to title the album, they chose a prescient phrase that Haener said to Shaw before his death: "The moon is in the wrong place."

Shannon and the Clams' Nate Mahan, Blanchard, & Shaw

But as much as The Moon Is In The Wrong Place pays tribute to Haener, it's also an album about perspective and the radical act of learning to move on in the wake of tragedy. Sometimes, that's through humor: On the bouncy, peppy "Bean Fields", a song inspired by stargazing at Haener's family farm, Shaw sings, "My bra is full of crystals and tiny pics of you." But she chooses to live for Haener. "I'm living out of boxes / I packed them two by two / I gotta keep on chooglin' / That choice was taken from you," she sings, finding solace in rock and roll. "So Lucky" represents the mantra version of "Real or Magic", but this time, there's no doubt: "It was all real and you were you." Even Blanchard's layered "What You're Missing" contains dark admissions that "life goes on." That is, as much as he sings, "The people will mistake you for somebody who's doing alright," the song's real kicker comes later. "Well, the birds won't mind you, living beside you / Building a nest where they'll die." Death is a part of life, and sometimes, the "death and taxes" mental approach can help you not wallow.

Blanchard & Shaw

Another way Shannon and the Clams have moved on? Playing live. On Tuesday at Lincoln Hall, not only did the band not mention the context of The Moon Is In The Wrong Place, but they didn't mention the album at all until the encore, before they played an extra twinkly "Real or Magic". (Shaw called the record "the most special thing we've ever done.") On the surface, it makes sense: Moon's songs' aesthetic fits with the band's back catalog, and sliding in older songs serves to emphasize the variance in Shaw's vocals. She coos on the skipping, staccato "The Moon Is In The Wrong Place", then belts a gravelly rasp on "Sleep Talk" from the 2011 album of the same name. The songs Blanchard leads, too, work as a one-two punch no matter what album they were on, the harmonic and arpeggiated "The Hourglass" giving way to the whistling, soulful gallop of Onion cut "I Leave Again". And then there's a song like album opener "The Vow", heartbreaking considering Shaw was going to surprise Haener with it on their wedding day. But hearing it live, when the band segues from breezy nostalgia to Latin-inspired keyboard swells, at which point Shaw speaks, "I wanna hear those vows / I wanna hear how you're always gonna love me / And I wanna hear it now," is more hopeful than sad. 60's style love anthems remain timeless because love remains powerful. Shannon and the Clams' latest songs may have been born out of horrific circumstances, but who's to say they might not further create more devotion in the world?

[jeff-kamikow]

Hack These 3 Ecommerce Trends in 2023 | Jeffrey Kamikow

Jeffrey Kamikow has noticed the distinctions between ecommerce and “regular” commerce are falling fast, if they ever really existed at all. No matter what your business does, who it sells to, or how it’s built to make money, it needs a cohesive ecommerce (or at least e-conversion) strategy.

What this looks like on the ground, of course, is up to you. No one can hold your hand and tell you that this is how you turn your online dross into ecommerce gold.

What experienced marketing professionals like Jeff Kamikow can tell you is how to capitalize on late-breaking ecommerce trends — how to ride the wave that everyone knows is cresting, but few are exactly sure how to catch without wiping out.

These three ecommerce trends are all set to build or crest in 2016. Which are you most looking forward to capitalizing on?

Multichannel Is the Way to Go

Ventureburn has an in-depth look at the emerging power of multichannel marketing and sales. If you have time, definitely read the whole thing. Here’s the short version: Since your customers access your ecommerce platform on a variety of devices, you need to tailor your marketing campaigns to capture them all.

Use mobile ad networks to turbocharge conversion rates and reach customers opportunistically, retargeting systems to catch prospects on the conversion bubble, traditional PPC and search campaigns to draw in desktop-bound users, video and email to build awareness and loyalty, and non-digital word of mouth campaigns (brand ambassadors, anyone?) to develop legitimacy.

Content Marketing Works Pretty Much Everywhere

Think no one reads your product descriptions, ad copy or “about us” blurb? Think again. Content is the once and future king of ecommerce, naysayers be darned. What’s different for 2016 and beyond? In a word, quality. We’ve been hearing the drumbeat about quality content for years, but it’s (unfortunately) been possible to skate by with subpar, corner-cutting content until relatively recently. That’s certainly not going to be the case in 2016, and likely won’t be for the foreseeable future. Make sure your ecommerce portal’s content engine is well-oiled and primed to purr. From your product descriptions and reviews to parent-page content, blog and sales collateral, everything you produce needs to be on-message, authentic and structured to sell.

Responsive, Ready or All In? Either Way, It’s Mobile Now & Mobile Forever

Mobile ad networks aren’t the only mobile-centric ecommerce trend set to shake up the digital landscape in 2016 and beyond. Thanks to recent algorithm changes by Google and other search engines, ecommerce sites that don’t have mobile-friendly architectures and designs risk drastic hits to search visibility and performance.

If you haven’t already, get on the stick and invest in a mobile-friendly overhaul that touches every aspect of your ecommerce operation — including ancillary pieces like confirmation emails and tracking tools. An ounce of prevention really is worth a pound of cure here.

Which ecommerce trend are you most looking forward to in 2016? Which are you most skeptical about?

[ghostgirl101]

Yellow! Loved your BEN Drowned Dating HCs, they made my heart skip a few beats. Pardon me if this isn't allowed, but could I request some sort of BEN "aftermath" scenario with a reader who's been distancing herself from electricity in order to escape BEN? (A tad bit like Netflix's horror movie Umma if you've seen it) Then one day, electricity pops back intro her life, hauling a BEN along with it who's not about to let you repeat the same mistake without knowing the consequences.

Condolences if that isn't allowed. If not, Ticci Toby Dating HCs instead?

BEN Drowned; You Can't Run

|| Word Count: 2.2K || Angst → Comfort → Fluff ||

A/N: Can do, I've been wanting to write for BEN again, though this did take me a while 🙃 and I'll add Toby headcanons to my list. I've been thinking about some stuff for Jeff The Killer too? I mean, if you want 😎

A releasing click sounds as you pull the final plug out of the socket, flipping off the switches on the wall, the little red strips hidden as they're pushed down. Your hands are trembling, and you stay where you're standing for a few long moments, your uneven breathing all you can hear.

There. It's done. It's gone. Breathe.

Your home is stripped of its electronics, the TV screen dead, your laptop and phones' batteries lying beside them. Even some of the lights are off, every mains switch is turned off, red strips hidden from sight. This was the last resort, and you know it could work if you leave everything off for a while. BEN can't get to you without electricity to power your gadgets, practically all of which have been infected by his presence. He was everywhere, but like this, he can't get to you. You're okay.

It wasn't that BEN had ever tried to harm you, though you knew he could if he tried. The whole thing was just so unsettling and confusing, it kept you up at night. Your life went from normal, to a glitchy, disturbing version of Majora's Mask you'd found at a garage sale, from an old neighbour who was moving out garage sale. His haunting eyes pierced through you every time the Nintendo 64 powered on, empty, like the elegy should be, but very much alive.

He liked playing with you, teasing that was almost taunts if it wasn't for the oddly suggestive nicknames and phrases sneaked into each jumpscare and wrong moment of the game. At one point, you were so freaked out by the boy in the game that you threatened to destroy the cartridge, to anything that could hear you, the fireplace on and humming with burning energy as you readied yourself to take the game out and toss it into the flames.

That was when the haunting, materialized form of BEN Drowned had snapped to life and simply pushed itself out of the TV connected to the Nintendo. Those cold, ghostly pale hands had grabbed your wrists tightly, though not so tight as to hurt, and the same intense eyes from the elegy bore into you, masking any emotion as you dared not to struggle in the being's hands.

"You can't run."

No, you couldn't. What with BEN loose from the game and with free access to anything powered by electricity, you didn't have much choice but to let him invade your life. You kept reminding yourself of the questionable fact that BEN didn't seem to have any intention to hurt you, physically or mentally. He just showed up when he pleased, which was quite often, and watched as you worked, deleting a sentence or two just to get on your nerves, or played as a supposed robot on online games, the screen glitching with his presence every thirty seconds. You'd almost, almost gotten used to it.

It was when you were reminded of exactly who BEN Drowned was and what he could do that you panicked, hence where you are now. Even though at this early-ish point in your time together, most about him remains a mystery to you, you always knew just how deadly his antics could be. He tears people apart by driving them paranoid and crazed by what they see and experience, until they lose all sense of reality, most even ending themselves before BEN does.

Some girl from your class had started mocking you on a group chat, and you knew that as soon as you'd opened it, BEN had most likely read it before you did. Because, just minutes after, her account had updated with several posts that weren't all that wholesome at all, unflattering, candid shots of things no one should share on the internet up for all to see. Then the account was closed, and that was that.

She didn't show up to class the next day. BEN showed you exactly why.

"She shouldn't have done that."

All the blood, all the fear, the abnormality of it all, really got to you. It was one thing having a really odd kind of friend that seemed to just be overly protective, but this was too much. He had the strength to do the same to you. What if you said something accidentally that set him off? What if he got bored of you? How much more stable and normal could your life be if he moved on?

And the only way for that to happen is for him to not have any way to get to you. He has no proper reason to stick around, none that you can figure out, since you aren't one of his victims. What are you, then? Someone that interests him? He won't be mad for long, will he? He'll get bored.

Yes. That's it. He'll get bored. Of course he will.

The tense silence that fills your house when everything's unplugged makes you stay standing still for a long minute, double-checking everything's cut from power. You can make this work, if that's what it takes.

A day went past. Then another. And, all at once, after a boring day in class, your friend approaches you with a bewildered look.

"I did what you asked. Bit weird."

"What?"

"Why'd you unplug everything in your house? Some competition? Look, I managed to swing by yours and find the spare key under the mat to turn your stuff back on. I guess you're gonna need it like that if your parents are visiting. Don't want them to see you living in the stone age, I guess. Oh, and you owe me, bestie."

"Wait, wait," your voice heightened in dread, "I never asked you that. My- my parents aren't coming over! What are you-"

BEN.

Crap.

"What're you talking about? Are you messing with me? I got your text this morning, and since you work through lunch and I don't, it was easier for me to just run in. Look, no biggie, alright? Why do you look so worried? I didn't rob you."

"I- I know," you breathe shakily, forcing as genuine a smile as you can muster on your face, knowing that it would be more than unfair to expose them to BEN too. "Thank you."

"Sure."

Where do you go? Back home, where he's waiting for you? What'll he do? Most likely kill you. If you weren't his victim before, you must be now. Or maybe you can stay with a friend for... for what? Forever?

You can't run.

Every step you take that leads back to your home seems heavier and heavier, and although from the outside, the house looks perfectly normal and quiet, you know there's a fatal storm coming. All you can do now is face it and try to reason with it.

You unlock the door slowly, stepping tentatively inside and closing the door, leaving it unlocked in case you need to make a break for it, in the rare event that you get the chance to. And, as your friend confirmed, there's everything back in, ready for the counter to reset.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you feel eyes all around you, and solid static coating the atmosphere, buzzing coming from every screen and making the light twitch when you turn it on. You take one step into the living room before the colour drains from your face, fear rushing over all other thoughts as a bloody spark blinds you momentarily, before revealing the boy. You squeak as freezing hands clamp onto your arms tightly, pressing you back against the wall.

You're forced to look into his eyes, his crimson stare blazing amongst the dark, hollow space around his pupils. They're bleeding, the deep red dribbling down his pale cheeks, his usual amused, smug smirk replaced with something much more sinister. He's scowling in untamed fury, and you can't make yourself take a step back, frozen stiff to the spot. The lights are practically sparking from how much they're flashing with his wild anger, and you can't do a thing about it, except look straight back at him helplessly.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Your mouth's agape, scarcely blinking in dread of what BEN might do, everything you've been scared of just leading to this moment. He speaks with a snarl, and you flinch, trying to make yourself say something to diffuse the situation, even by a little.

"I know," is what you manage to whisper brokenly.

"Are you stupid?! Bored and didn't want me anymore? Found someone better? Shutting me out's the safest way, is that it?!"

You jump as a lightbulb from nearby smashes by the force of BEN's anger, glass spraying over the floor as the brightness winks out.

"Please, BEN-"

"No! I gave you one last chance, remember? You can't play with me anymore. It- it's not fair!"

He's not making any sense. Playing with him? You catch a fleeting moment to study his dark expression, and you can practically see the cracks of genuine vulnerability seeping through his dangerous fury. The lights have stopped flashing as violently as they were a minute ago, and so you take the chance to ask the inevitable.

"BEN... why do you care so much?"

He hangs onto you for a while longer, obviously processing the question as his grip grows looser, clenched jaw relaxing slightly. It doesn't seem to be out of defeat, though, but out of tiredness, BEN's piercing gaze weakening but never leaving your face, his scowl dropping into a frown. He almost looks hurt, concerned, the hints of caringness contrasting with his unnatural, deadly looks.

"If I go, who'll protect you?"

You don't know how to respond, and so you don't, lips clamped shut as you stare at him apologetically, his cold hands leaving your arms.

"Who'll watch over you?"

You blink at his expectant, thoughtful look, shaking your head silently. The blood's stopped gushing from his eyes now, but trickles down his face slowly, eerily like tear tracks.

"Who'll understand you?"

You let out a shaky sigh, your body finally moving, taking a hesitant step closer to him. BEN's eyes drift over to the TV absentmindedly, a frown still on his face, and you dare to take a step closer, reaching a hand out tentatively, your warm fingers brushing against his freezing ones. His eyes snap to you then, and you speak up quietly.

"BEN, I'm sorry."

He doesn't say anything, staring at you indifferently, and you try again, your fingers wandering to his hand, which doesn't pull away at when you lace your fingers with his.

"I'm sorry, BEN, I am. I won't shut you out again, okay?"

BEN still won't answer, and you dither, before doing something that'll either get you killed by shocking stuns of electricity, or his miraculous, unbothered amused smile. You take back your hand to steadily, anxiously wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his cold body close for a hug. He stiffens at the action in surprise, and you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact.

Impact that never comes.

A small poke at your side makes you shrink back with a stifled laugh, and you relax in relief and happiness when you spot BEN's signature smirk, though it's a little milder this time.

"That won't do you any good."

"Oh, come on," you plead, and he raises a brow, clearly enjoying the desperate attention. "I- I was just scared, okay?"

"I know."

"I won't run from you again, BEN. I know you wouldn't hurt me..."

He tilts his head to the side at the last sentence.

"Do you?"

You don't know how to answer the question honestly. "Well..."

BEN seems annoyed and almost exasperated by your response, and you notice how the blood has stopped leaking from his midnight eyes, his red pupils searching and reading you all too easily.

"Would it help if I tell you?"

You nod slowly, uncertain of his motives, but don't move away as he's suddenly an inch away from you, the lights flashing briefly from the electric energy.

"Yes?"

BEN nods, the cold skin of his hands pushing your middle back into the wall again, though much more carefully this time. Then, all too soon, the electric boy's lips are on yours, and your eyes widen in shock at the bold move, and the unusual, addictive feeling. He tastes electric and appley, his lips melding against yours perfectly, and there's nothing you can do but melt into the feeling, letting your eyes flutter shut within a second.

But then it's over after a few drawn-out moments, and you hold back from chasing the sensation as he lingers, his nose bumping against yours and his cool breath tickling your cheeks.

"I'd never hurt you."

You let out a shaky breath, a faded smile on your face.

"You scared me," you admit awkwardly.

"...So did you."

"I'm sorry," you plead again, and he shakes his head dismissively. You know he's forgiven you by the way he looks at you, with no trace of his previous aggravation in his red and black gaze.

"Never mind."

"Can't I make it up to you?" You try asking, but as soon as you've said it, you watch apprehensively as that signature, boyish smirk, that you've surprisingly missed, tugs at his lips.

"I can think of a few ways."

There's no running from that, either.

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

HERE IS A COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF PROBABLY MOST OF THE STUFF I LIKE! Feel free to ask me about any of it

PERSONALITY TYPING: INFP 4w3 (471)

BOOKS: Grishaverse, Lord of the Rings, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Song of Achilles, The Prince of Tides, The House in the Cerulean Sea, Gone With the Wind, His Dark Materials, A Far Wilder Magic, The Hate U Give, The Outsiders, The Devil and the Dark Water, They Both Die At The End, Riordanverse, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Warriors

MOVIES: Titanic, Dead Poets Society, Everything Everywhere All At Once, It’s A Wonderful Life, Little Women 2019, NOPE, Pan’s Labyrinth, The Sixth Sense, Terminator (especially 2), Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Addams Family (1991) The Shawshank Redemption, Parasite, Knives Out/Glass Onion, Tar, Harriet, Romeo and Juliet (1968), Interstellar, Forrest Gump, Schindler’s List, The Princess Bride, Get Out, Lady Bird, Silence of the Lambs, The Truman Show, The Wall, 12 Angry Men, Recovery, so so many animated movies (especially WALL-E, The Prince of Egypt, The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Howl’s Moving Castle!), SOME Marvel movies (mostly guardians and spidey)

TV SHOWS (live action): LOST, Breaking Bad, Doctor Who, Person of Interest, Good Omens, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Downton Abbey, Ted Lasso, My So Called Life, Stranger Things, Broadchurch, Alias, Sherlock, Maid, The Last of Us, Dark, Happy Valley, Takin’ Over The Asylum, Our Flag Means Death, The Sandman, Heartstopper, Jessica Jones, Andi Mack, The Queen’s Gambit, Derry Girls, Rivals, The Office, A Series of Unfortunate Events, 1899, Mare of Easttown, Around the World in 80 Days, Time

ANIME AND CARTOONS: Fullmetal Alchemist (both versions), Arcane, Avatar, Steven Universe, Phineas and Ferb, Death Note, Assassination Classroom, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, Monster, Bluey, Spy X Family, Ouran High School Host Club, My Hero Academia, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Toradora, Gravity Falls, Bluey, The Owl House, Cowboy Bebop, Erased, Mob Psycho 100, Kotaro Lives Alone, Ducktales

MUSIC: Queen, Taylor Swift, Will Wood, My Chemical Romance, Fiona Apple, Olivia Rodrigo, Hozier, Billy Joel, Brandi Carlile, Adele, Jeff Buckley, Kate Bush, Nina Simone, Lady Gaga, Florence + The Machine, Mitski, The Proclaimers, Janelle Monáe, Kendrick Lamar, The Beatles, The Chicks, Pulp, The Crane Wives, David Bowie, Pink Floyd, Kelly Clarkson, Ani Difranco, Tori Amos, Ghost, Billie Eilish, Sinead O'Connor, Chappell Roan, ABBA, Candi Carpenter, Bjork, BTS, Stray Kids, Day-6, Janet Jackson, Depeche Mode…

MUSICALS: Les Miserables, Great Comet, Ragtime, Phantom of the Opera, Hadestown, Hamilton, Wicked, Come From Away, Matilda, Falsettos, Operation Mincemeat, Jesus Christ Superstar, Anastasia, Evita, The Last Five Years, The Sound of Music, West Side Story, The Clockmaker’s Daughter, Ride the Cyclone, Sweeney Todd, Parade, Passion, Gypsy, Little Shop of Horrors, Cats, In The Heights, Into the Woods, She Loves Me, Sunday in the Park with George, Lizzie, Newsies, Bonnie and Clyde, The Secret Garden, The Wild Party, Cabaret, Suffs, Lempicka, Death Becomes Her, Marie Christine, Putnam County Spelling Bee…(I also love Shakespeare!)

VIDEO GAMES: basically just Super Mario Bros and Undertale but boy do I love Super Mario Bros and Undertale

YOUTUBERS: Schaffrillas Productions, Cinema Therapy, The Authentic Observer, Matt Rose, PMSeymour, Katherine Steele, The Swiftologist, FilmCooper, Sideways, Anthony Fantano and too many others to mention

FAVE ROLES I���VE PLAYED: Elsa in Frozen, Morticia in The Addams Family, Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet, Mopsa in Head Over Heels, Cinderella in Into the Woods, Iolanthe in Iolanthe, Juror #8 in 12 Angry Jurors

[itsmelb]

2022 - the year I discovered BL!

(The master post no one needs but everyone gets anyway haha)

1. I fell in love with...the passion!

What you have to know about me is, that I love realness in series. Emotion vise. Like real anger, sadness and passion. I love it when you feel the chemistry. And it hit me like lightning when I saw MileApo play the Kinnporsche. If you know my blog you know that I wasn't interested in Asian TV/Music or anything related to such series. But I couldn't help myself (like many other people haha) bc of the sexiness of them boys (I mean look at them omg) and I fell deeper than I dreamed of.

2. I felt that...in my heart and soul!

It's no secret that I am obsessed with Kinnporsche. I fell in love with Mile at first sight. I love his old soul sm. And you never ever can oversee Apo with his tiny waist and bright aura. I struggled with Vegas at first. But Bibs had me from the moment I saw everything in his eyes. And him with Bui hits different. But now it's like Jeff Satur everywhere. And Barcode grew sm on me that I can't look away when they are together. And just like that all the boys grew on me like...like a family I might never see in person (sobbing) but I love them sm and cherish the moments through my phone. I don't know how you guys feel about this but it's just not explainable how much I could smile, cry and scream for them. My heart is full..

3. I feel like...I am stuck in a love circle!

And in this mood I came here. Tumblr. And the gate of BLs opened wide...haha. I got many recs. Like Cutie Pie, Lita, Unforgotten night, the eclipse, viseversa, between us,...or the slightly older ones like Tharntype, don't say no, 2gether the series... so much happend. It felt and still feels like a love circle (like the devils circle just with love haha). And the obsession grew so far that I couldn't and still can't focus on other series anymore. It's really bad. (..but so f***ing worth it!!)

4. Feeling...the music!

I love music. Show me a good sound and I am obsessed with it. And all the BLs have music! What a nice discovery! I fell for Jeff's voice like Lucifer from heaven. With no turn back. Hide isn't my most listened song of the year for no reason haha. And at all the send offs and tour and collaborations made me feel the Thai Music sm. I can't sing the lyrics well but I try haha. It was an eye opener for a new genre of feels. I especially love the rock versions of songs. The Tharntype theme song is really good also. (Give some recs pls if u know good songs though 😁)

5. ...and we all felt that!

I met @librariesperson here and we both knew that we share the same thoughts immediately. We joke that it's destiny. Kinnporsche did that. It gives us an obsession to share. Like we all are close friends. Like the cast is. And I just wish that we all stay together and be a Fandom they can be proud of. ❤️

6. I will still feel it...in the future!

I just became obsessed in the right time. The filmography and acting got better. The realness and passion on NC scenes are top tier. And it will get even better next year! The trailers of gmmtv, dmd are out and promising...and Boc hasn't even give us some trailers! The expectation is high. I am praying for a Jeffbarcode series. (With an happy ending ok!!!) And BBB will have projects. And MileApo for sure. And all the other ones. I just wanna see them happy. And Jeff will give us some good songs I know it just now...

...oh and @ all the writers of FFs. Thanks for your hard work. I/we see u. We love u. We don't know what we will do without u. Pls write more Kimchay pretty pls 🤞🏻😁🙏🏻

And that's my year with BL. My opinions. My wishes. And for the last one..

I wish you all a great new years eve! And a happy, healthy and lovely new Year 2023. Enjoy your time! See ya soon 🤞🏻💜

[tomwambsmilk]

watching yellowjackets is a complicated and fascinating experience to me because the bones of something sooooooo good and cool and interesting are there, and truly I think the problem with the show is that the writers weren't quite skilled enough to execute their vision in a way that fully works and is thematically coherent. and that's not even a huge black mark against them because I think it would, in fact, take quite a bit of skill to successfully execute the premise of yellowjackets.

I think big-picture the main problems are: 1) there hasn't been enough thought to what they want to say about, idk, the experience of adolescence, or the socialization of women, or relationships between women, or how aggression manifests in those relationships, or any one of a number of topics that could have really grounded the show by connecting the wild and fantastical things that happen to people's real-life lived experiences. For example, I think Misty is a huge missed opportunity because there could have been a real "USS Callister" type plot with her where it's clear that she's socially shunned and it's also clear that she treats people horribly and selfishly, but it's not clear which came first. do they shun her because of how she behaves or does she behave this way because she's shunned? I would have loved to see an exploration of the really complicated ways in which kids who are socially ostracized can end up developing some really harmful personality traits which further ostracize them, and how this developed into her role as a nurse which gives her control over vulnerable people. instead they went more in the direction of "misty is fucking crazy isn't she" which is very fun for sure but feels somewhat shallow without that exploration. I think there's quite a few cases where a potentially nuanced or interesting plot or character development is jettisoned in favour of something that's "more fun"

2) they're bad at giving their characters, ESPECIALLY their secondary characters, any depth. most grating example to me is Laura Lee who is just the Girl Who Is Christian and has no personality beyond that. but she's just the most extreme version of a problem which I think plagues all the characters except possibly Shauna. every other character feels so much like a Type it's hard to care about them as people rather than as agents of a story. Jackie is Insecure Pretty Popular Girl In a Codependent Friendship, Natalie is the Druggie Burnout From A Bad Home, Misty is the Bullied Kid Who Turns Out to Be a Bad Apple, Taissa is the Bullheaded Strong Confident Independent Leader Who is Also Kind of Shitty and Doesn't Listen. I'm not sure why Shauna is the exception to the Types, but I think a lot of what the story does with adult Shauna (especially re: deceased Jackie representing everything Shauna wants to be and is not) is some of its best and most interesting stuff, and 80% of why I'm still watching, and I wish they could've brought some of that to at least the other main characters.

3) the lack of subtext. the amount of dialogue where I cringe because it's someone bluntly stating something which I think would have felt more convincing and would have hit harder if it was instead communicated through subtext. the worst example of this imo is when Jeff and Shauna visit Jackie's parents for the birthday lunch, but it's everywhere.

so watching it is continually frustrating in a way mediocre shows usually aren't because it could have been good!!! it could have been so good!!!! and in a weird way that circles back to part of the appeal for me because I'm so enthralled with the premise that I'm constantly thinking about what I would have done with it as a writer, which is a fun exercise. I'm not quite finished season 1 yet but I am going to keep watching for sure if only for that and that alone

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

Jeff the Killer x reader coz why not

So I wrote this fic around two years ago, and decided, to translate it and post it here! The original french version will be at the end as a bonus, since I don't think a lot of the people who read my fics speak my native language lol

For the warning, it's a typical creepypasta fic, so expect some violence. Also very self indulgent for past me.

Looking a last time at the picture, I sight and put it back. It was a picture of me and Jeff, before he disappeared. And before my best friend and crush became a killer. He had disappeared, and only was heard of by his victims, that were regularly found. And who, surprisingly, were often people who had hurt me. But Jeff was crazy, he couldn’t still be looking after me in his own way, could he?

This evening, I was coming home late from high school and it was night time. I was alone, and in a hurry to get home. Being the only emo of the class, my classmates were avoiding me but thankfully did not bully me. But it wasn’t what was making me worried. I was passing through a bad neighborhood, and did not want something bad to happen. But I did not have a choice.

In a small street, I saw a hooded silhouette walking to me. And before I could do anything, I had a knife on my throat, my assaulter wanted money, and maybe more… Terrified, I couldn’t move: I was going to be assaulted! But before anything could happen, a person with a white hoodie neutralized him, killing him. Shocked, I stepped back, but he promised me that he would not harm me. I couldn’t see his face; he had a mask hiding his mouth and it was too dark for me to see his eyes.

He walked me home, and I thanked him before closing the door, locking it. But I lef the window of my bedroom open, couldn’t stand the idea of sleeping with it closed. I took a quick shower, put on my sleepwear which was an old My Chemical Romance tee and leggings. I put my phone to charge before going to sleep, and fell asleep quickly.

In the middle of the night, while I was sleeping, someone broke though and got in my room by the window. He tripped over something that was on the floor, and looked in my direction, worried. But I was deep in slumber. Reassured, he took off his mask, revealing a painted smile. He walked to my desk, and looked at the picture on it.

“Jeff Woods… It’s been a long time since I last saw you.”

The stranger went to my bed, and bend over me.

“Dumbass… If I wasn’t here earlier, you would be dead.” He gently pushed away the hair off my forehead, and kissed it softly.

It was not the first time he was following me. He had been for a while, looking over his best friend. Truth be told, he was doing it since he could control his murderous rampage. He didn’t want to hurt me.

When I woke up the next day, everything seemed alright. I turned off my alarm, Shadows Dies by Black Veil Brides, before going in the kitchen take my anxiety pills. Since it was only 7 AM, I went back to sleep, writing on my calendar when I needed to get a new box of pills. I curled up in my Hello Kitty blanket, and fell asleep again.

Day went by fast; I was just working while listening to a playlist with My Chem, Black Veil Brides, Palaye Royale, Motionless In White and other alternative bands. At the end of the day, only two butterflies had been drawn on my arms. I was doing better.  

But the next night, I had trouble sleeping. Which is why I met my nocturnal visitor. Face to face, I could recognize those striking blue eyes everywhere.

-Jeff!

-It’s been a while [Y/N].

Not wasting any more time, I threw myself at him, holding him tight. He hug me back, before he let me go. I looked at him, hurt before he surprised me. Buy kissing me. On my lips. I close my eyes, before letting the kiss carry me away.

When we let go, he had such a sincere and happy smile.

-Don’t hope I’m letting you go that fast, [Y/N].

And that’s how I found again my best friend, and made him my boyfriend. Jeff Woods, now Jeff the Killer.

Regardant une dernière fois la photographie, je soupirais avant de la ranger. C'était une photo de moi avec Jeff, avant qu'il ne disparaisse. Et que mon meilleur ami et crush ne devienne un assassin. Il avait disparu, et apparaissait seulement par le biais de ses victimes, que l'on retrouvait régulièrement. Et qui, bizarrement, étaient souvent des personnes m'ayant fait du mal. Mais Jeff était fou, il ne pouvait pas continuer de veiller sur moi a sa manière, si ?

Ce soir-là, je rentrais tard de l'école et il faisait nuit. J'étais seule, et me dépêchait de rentrer. Étant la seule emo de la classe, les gens m'évitaient mais ne me harcelait pas pour autant. Mais ce n'était pas cela qui m'inquiétait. Je passais par un quartier malfamé, et ne souhaitais pas finir entre quatre planches. Pour autant, je n'avais pas le choix.

Au détour d'une ruelle, je vis une silhouette encapuchonnée s'avancer vers moi. Et avant que je ne m'en rende compte, j'avais un couteau sur la gorge, mon agresseur souhaitant mon argent, et même plus ... Terrifiée, je n'osais bouger : j'allais me faire agresser ! Mais une personne avec un hoodie blanc réussi a neutraliser mon agresseur, le tuant. Choquée, je reculais, mais il m'assura qu'il ne me ferait pas de mal. Je ne pouvais voir son visage, il avait la bouche cachée par un masque, et il faisait trop sombre pour que je voie ses yeux.

Il me raccompagna chez moi, et je l'en remerciais avant de fermer la porte, a clef. Pour autant, je laissais la fenêtre de ma chambre ouverte, ne supportant pas de dormir en la laissant fermée. Je pris une douche rapide, mis mon pyjama qui consistait en un t-shirt délavé My Chemical Romance, et un legging. Je mis mon téléphone en charge avant de me coucher, et m'endormis rapidement.

En plein milieu de la nuit, pendant que je dormais, un individu pénétra dans ma chambre par la fenêtre. Il trébucha sur un objet laissé sur le sol, et regarda dans ma direction, inquiet. Mais je dormais profondément, et ne cillait pas. Rassuré, il ôta son masque, révélant un sourire ensanglanté. Il se dirigea vers mon bureau, et regarda la photo qui était posée dessus. Il me reconnut. "Jeff Woods... Ça faisait longtemps que je ne t'avais vu" L'inconnu se dirigea vers mon lit, et se pencha vers moi. "Idiote... Si je n'étais pas là, tu serais morte." Il dégagea délicatement les cheveux de mon front, et l'embrassa doucement. Ce n'était pas la première nuit qu'il me suivait. Il le faisait depuis longtemps, gardant un œil sur sa meilleure amie. En vérité, il le faisait depuis qu'il avait appris à contrôler ses pulsions meurtrières. Car il ne voulait pas me blesser.

Lorsque je me réveillai le lendemain, tout semblait normal. Je coupai mon alarme, Shadows Die de Black Veil Brides, avant de me rendre dans la cuisine pour prendre mon médicament contre l'anxiété. Comme il était uniquement 7h, je retournais me coucher, écrivant sur mon calendrier quand est-ce que je devais passer à la pharmacie chercher une nouvelle boîte.   Je me blottis dans ma couette Hello Kitty, avant de me rendormir.

La journée se passa rapidement, je me contentait de travailler en écoutant la playlist composé de My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Palaye Royale, Fall out boy, Panic! At the Disco et d'autres groupes punk rock. A la fin de la journée, j'avais seulement dessiné deux petits papillons sur mon bras. Je m'améliorait.

Mais la nuit suivante, j'eu du mal à dormir. Ce qui dit que je rencontrai mon visiteur nocturne. Nous nous retrouvâmes face à face. Je pourrais reconnaître ces yeux bleus entre mille.

"-Jeff ! - Cela faisait longtemps, [T/P]. " Ne perdant pas se temps, je me mettais dans ses bras. Il me rendit mon étreinte, avant de nous séparer. Je le regardai, blessée, avant qu'il ne me surprenne. En m'embrassant. Sur les lèvres. Je fermai les yeux, avant de m'abandonner à lui.

Lorsque nous nous séparâmes, il souriait, d'un sourire sincère.

"N'espère pas que je te lâche de sitôt, [T/P]."

Et c'est ainsi que je retrouvais mon meilleur ami, et en fit mon petit ami. Jeff Woods, devenu Jeff the Killer.