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Things we (me) are forgetting about Six of crows, not in order:

• There were rumours that Wylan was caught in an affair with his tutor

• Inej killed rinca moten (the desert lizard) that Matthias claimed he never seen being defeated before. She did it in few seconds too

• Jesper and Nina had chloropellets that they used to put other prisoners to sleep stitched under their skin. And had to cut them out to use them

• Matthias had a buzzcut for whole two books and half; also, half of SoC he had brown hair and brown eyes tailored

• Kaz had lockpicks and bloody explosives swallowed for the entirety of heist, and had to regurgitate them every other hour

• When Nina was young, she wanted to go to Fjerda as an avenging warrior or a spy (foreshadowing, I guess)

• Inej used Kaz's gloves to climb in the incenerator scene

• After learning Inej's real name, Kaz asked if that's what she preferred to be called

•Kaz's pov has shown that he probably had fracture or other injury from when he jumped while carrying Inej in his arms, and it was never mentioned him getting any medical attention. My boy been running this heist like this, AND without his cane for hours

• They blew up the nation's holy magical tree (somehow I keep forgetting this part)

• Matthias gave Kaz an agressive CPR until Nina took over. So his heart probably stopped during heist? (Somebody just give him a vacation or something)

•Nina flirts/ed with Kaz (as he had mentioned himself, she just loves flirting with everybody and everything)

•Inej seems to be the ONLY one in the Dregs without their tattoo

•Matthias labeled Inej as a demon in his head as well, not only Kaz

•Matthias' middle name is Benedik. I think only his and Jesper's second names were revealed (very likely that they are the only ones who have them)

•Kaz gave Matthias the "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" talk (like, literally)

•“You can’t spend his money if you’re dead.”

“I’ll acquire expensive habits in the afterlife.”

•Inej thought that Kaz "at least owes me his best imitation of a human being".

•Wylan was standing up to Kaz several times, even at times when others wouldn't (like right after the Oomen incident)

•Matthias has the coolest nicknames for everybody in general

•Kaz kinda thinks more of Inej than others do? Has more faith in her and how strong she is, if you will

•Kaz went back for the Black Tips after Inej was injured and "there was enough blood to paint a barn red" (reminder that he still has a fracture after running with her in his hands and jumping off great heightswhile carrying her)

•Tolya was mentioned in SoC ("There’s a Heartrender at the Little Palace who can recite epic poetry for hours. Then you’d wish you had died.”)

•Matthias thanked Inej personally for being the reason they made it out of the harbor alive (that's right, everybody must respect Inej)

•Kaz wants reassurance that Inej believes in him once in a while

•Everybody feels kinda good about sharing secrets with Kaz cuz he's Dirtyhands and he wouldn't judge anything

•Kaz and Inej have a series of silent signals?

•Kaz said "You don't want a look at what's inside my head, Nina dear" while wearing fucking dumb goggles

•Inej is the only sacred thing in Kaz's life, and she made him feel like a boy still believing in existence of magic

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A little bit of me dies everytime I see y’all hc Hobie as this mean toxic punk rockstar boyfriend. Like tell me where in the fucking flim was he rude once. He literally helped Miles despite barely know him, he’s friends with Pavitr they even have a handshake, he let Gwen crash in his universe because she was homeless. Also to the people who say he is stinky and wouldn’t take care of his hair. Y’all are so fucking annoying and clearly don’t know how black hair works, especially wicks or any form of locs. Like hobie is the most kind and caring person around. He definitely wouldn’t abuse you, lay hands on you or cheat on you. Also his whole “I don’t believe in labels or I don’t believe in consistency” was a quip, a fucking joke all spider variants make stupid quip’s underneath the mask😭. Stop making that his whole fucking personality and stop using that to undermine his punk values. It’s like with Pavitr’s “chai tea” joke y’all made it that kids whole personality trait 😭.

Maybe I’m reaching with this but a lot y’all’s hc are starting to be Anti-black

To the next person who hcs him as toxic mean person I’m in your walls and I’m stealing your favorite things.

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Hi 💖 I’m ✨Betty✨ and I’m your 😴Bed 🥰

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Why did Garreth Weasley only have two missions? Now when I come to that studio-

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If I say Bo Chow whimpers while eating kewchie, are y’all gonna say I’m tweaking?

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thinking about bi-han on his knees, his hands restrained behind his back while he eats you out. his brows pull together as he scowls up at you from between your legs, because he despises the fact he can’t touch you, can’t grab your hips and pull you closer to his mouth to the point that you’re smothering him with your plush thighs, enveloping him in your scent. he can only take what he is given, and listen to the cute sounds that fall from your lips, his cock twitching helplessly at every sigh of his name.

when you start to feel yourself getting close, you draw your hips back and he lets out a strangled groan, eyes darting up to yours at the absence of your taste on his tongue. you stare down at him from the edge of your shared bed with a pitiful smile, breathing heavy. strands of dark hair fall from his now untidy bun, framing his flushed face, his eyes dark with lust and desperation. his lips, glistening and wet with your juices, slightly part as he mutters your name — both a plea and a warning.

you tilt your head to the side with a soft hum, hand coming down to rub slow circles on your clit. his eyes come up to meet yours, almost offended, and you breathe out a laugh, picking up the pace. your back arches, legs spreading further apart, giving bi-han the perfect view of your pretty hole clenching around nothing. a low moan escapes from his throat, precum leaking from his aching tip, powerless as he watches you grind against your fingers.

bi-han almost cums on the spot when you let two fingers slip past your folds, stretching yourself open with a soft whine. he groans as he watches your other hand trail up your torso to play with your breast, gently squeezing the soft mound of flesh, pinching and rolling the nipple between your fingers. his eyes flick down, catching the way you tighten around your fingers at the feeling, and he feels his cock twitch against his abdomen. the desire to touch and taste you clouds his mind, the lewd squelches of your cunt and your needy whimpers filling the room, invading his senses.

and when you whine out his name, all breathy and desperate, the way you always do when you’re about to cum, he feels the last of his resolve slip.

he freezes the restraints around his wrists, and pulls his hands apart. the sound of ice shattering pierces the air, and before you can even register what’s happening, your fingers are yanked out of your entrance, quickly replaced by bi-han’s tongue.

he presses wet, opened-mouthed kisses against your hole, growling between each one about how he has “entertained your antics for far too long,” and needs to “remind you of your place.” he lifts the hood of your clit up, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud before pulling it between his lips, sucking harshly. you let out a high-pitched moan, hands shooting down to tangle in his hair as you arch against him. strong arms wrap around each of your thighs, pulling you against his face until you are suffocating him, keeping you in place as your writhe and squirm in his hold.

your grip in his hair is almost painful as your head falls back. you’re moaning and panting into the air, desperately attempting to shut your legs, but he keeps them spread, making you completely vulnerable to him. he gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes, trying not to finish there and then at the sight of you, completely wrecked because of him. he adjusts so he can shove his cold tongue into your quivering hole, nose bumping roughly against your hardened clit. you’ve fallen back on the bed at this point, legs shaking, back arching as you cry out his name.

he doesn’t let up when you cum, relentless tongue lapping up all your juices, because what kind of man would he be if didn’t clean you up properly? he smirks into your folds when you start to twitch around him, helplessly pawing at his head, begging him to stop. his lips leave you with a lewd pop! and he stands up, leaning over you.

he brings a gentle hand up to your face, calloused thumb wiping at the tears running down your cheeks from the overstimulation. you look completely ruined, a mess, all because of him, and he can’t help the mean chuckle that slips past his lips. his other hand comes down to position his cock at your messy hole, running it up and down your slit, relishing in the way you whine at the feeling, and he leans down, lips brushing against your ear,

“did you truly believe we would stop there?”

— ( ✉️ ) not proofread, sorry this is so long jesus. one hundred percent based off of that one scene in khaos reigns when hes handcuffed and on his knees in front of mileena while she decides to kill him or not UGH LOVE HIM

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON, as ‘Jamie’ in 28 YEARS LATER.

dir. Danny Boyle, 2025.

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Steamy Nights (18+)

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Kinktober Prompt: Shower Sex

Word Count: 2k

How many times have I mentioned steam. Also Minors DNI!

Happy almost end of kintober y'all. It's been a ride. haha, get it?

OH OH YES ALSO everyone say thank you to @yellowroses-world and her fic for inspiring the beginning of this!!

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Breathe.

Wait for them to move and then use that momentum.

You sucked air through your nose, holding that breath for three counts before blowing it through your mouth. Your brows were knitted together, your teeth gnawing at the inside of your lip as you circled the dusty ground. Sweat threatened to sting your eyes, and you blinked rapidly, forcing the drops to fly elsewhere.

Two steps were taken towards you, before a fist swung by the side of your face.

You jerked sideways, a short breath snapping from your parted lips as you spun, grabbing his wrist and yanking it over your shoulder. A heavy weight flung across your back, before hitting the ground below you. In seconds, you were straddling him, a foot laid over one wrist while your hand pinned the other to the ground.

Jason grunted, squinting against the blazing sun before blinking in your direction. He wheezed out a breath, letting his head fall back against the ground as his body slowly relaxed underneath your legs. 

“Yep, that felt about right,” he coughed, jerking his head to the side. You instantly released his hands, leaning back as you caught your own breath. 

“Fuckin’ finally,” you breathed, settling into his lap, the ghost of a smile pulling at your lips. Jason chuckled underneath you, reaching to adjust his hat across his forehead.

“Hey, I said you’d get there, and you did,” he hummed, giving you a surprisingly warm smile. “Now let me up. I got shit to do.”

A mischievous grin overtook your features, and you leaned over the marine, your grip finding either of his wrists once more. Jason raised a brow, biting the inside of his cheek as his gaze flickered with a bright flame.

“No, I don’t think I will.”

You barely had time to process the flash in his teeth before Jason’s arms fanned out, and your balance toppled, sending you falling forward into his chest. He braced the back of your neck, rolling the two of you over until he hovered above you. You gasped as your arms were pinned above your head, your legs still hooked across his hips.

“Jason! What the fuck was that?” you hissed, blinking the dust out of your eyes in time to see his winning smile.

“C’mon, you didn’t expect me to show you all the tricks up my sleeve, did you?” he teased, leaning further into your space, his shadow blocking the sunlight from piercing your gaze. 

“You little shit,” you cried, wiggling your wrists half-heartedly.

“I take pride in it,” he shot back, a new smugness practically dripping off him. You rolled your eyes, whining for him to let you back up. He simply shook his head, crushing your confidence as he relaxed further into your shared position.

“C’mooooon,” you grumbled, and his smirk only grew. With a huff, you wiggled around again, this time more determined as your hips shifted against his.

The both of you stiffened as a sudden, high pitched sound escaped the back of his throat. Jason’s eyes widened, and he sat up suddenly, whipping his head back and forth around the lot. You watched, the sound ringing in your head, as his shoulders fell, a breath of relief escaping his lips. 

You let out a squeak of your own as Jason’s lips suddenly found yours. His hands came to rest across your thighs, pulling your hips completely flush against his, as that strained moan tickled the back of his throat again. 

He parted from you just as quickly, rising to his feet before offering you a hand. You accepted, fighting to regain your breath as he pulled you to your feet. His hand brushed up your arm, falling to your waist as he leaned in close to your ear.

“I think we could both use a shower, don’t you?”

You flushed, all semblance of confidence leaving you as you nodded. You could practically hear him break into a grin as he squeezed your waist once, before stepping away and stalking into the luxurious building with a noticeable spring in his step.

You gulped, making an attempt to fan the flush off your cheeks before following him into the building. 

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Camp slayer was busy, with personnel bustling here and there, nearly bumping into you every five seconds. It took every ounce of your will power to remain calm, as you sauntered towards the end of the camp, making every attempt to remain as inconspicuous as possible. You’d spaced out your timing in order to avoid suspicion, as being caught fucking your superior was not very high on your list of priorities. 

You slowed to a stop, checking the hallway for any stragglers before stepping through the door to Jason’s room. Gingerly closing the door, you picked up the faint sprinkling of the shower in his attached washroom.

Fuck, it certainly paid to be high up in the chain of command. 

With the coast finally clear, you let all the stress roll off your shoulders, letting a sultry grin tug at your features as you stepped towards the bathroom. Knocking twice so as to not startle him, you wasted no time entering the room. You shivered as the steam clung to your skin, warming your body as your fingers found the hem of your shirt.

Jason poked his head out from the glass doors, his hair wet and clinging to his forehead. His gaze flickered down your form, his lips curling into a smile. He watched, not uttering a word as you stripped, the heat in your gaze intensifying with every article that hit the ground. With a wink, you took his extended hand, letting him help you into the shower and under the hot water.

As the first drops of water hit your back, Jason pulled you into his chest, molding his lips to yours. You gasped as his skin met yours, sending sparks of heat rushing through to your core. His hands found your lower back, his fingers dancing up your spine before cupping the back of your head. Deepening the kiss, you let a moan escape your throat as his tongue met yours.

You hissed as your back hit the cold tile of the wall, arching into Jason’s chest and unintentionally grinding against him. He groaned at the friction, breaking from your lips to press hot kisses against your neck. 

Feeling particularly daring, you reached down to palm his bare length, curling your fingers around his shaft and pumping once. Jason hissed, his teeth catching the skin just below your collarbone as he bucked into your hand.

“Naughty fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, his voice tight as you continued to jerk him. His hands wandered across your body, squeezing your legs, your ass, the skin of your waist. You moaned, stuttering in your pace as his lips curled around one of your nipples, his tongue lashing against the hardening bud. His one hand came to flick your other nipple, stuttering you completely as your head fell against the tile.

“Jason-” you mewled, and he lifted his head to meet your gaze. A few stray drops of water hit the side of his face, and his hand found your wrist, gently stopping your movement as his eyes flickered.

“Hold tight, Doll,” he hummed, leaning back and reaching up towards the shower head. “I wanna make you scream first.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he detached the shower head from its __(handle? Holder?)___ his thumb switching across the lever until the water rushed out in a rapid jet. You gulped, your eyes widening as his thumb cut through the water, drawing a satisfactory nod.

“Jason,” you warned, and his smirk only grew, stepping forward to cage you against the wall. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he husked, before directing the stream of water to your clit.

Your voice broke in a high pitched whine, your entire body jerking as the pressure from the water hit your sensitive nub. Jason’s hand fell to your waist, holding your hips in place as he just barely rotated the shower head. You cried out, fingers scrabbling at his back as you tried to buck against the water, searching for release from the constant beating of water.

“Oh my GOD,” you cried, arching into Jason’s chest as he chuckled, leaning down to suck on that sweet spot below your collarbone. The knot in your stomach wound tighter, the constant pressure from the water allowing no break from the overwhelming pleasure fogging your brain. You lifted a leg, hooking it around Jason’s waist as you struggled to move against the sensation. You wanted more.

Jason tilted his wrist just slightly, moving the stream of water across your bundle of nerves. You whined at the release, your hips twitching as the growing heat in your core only intensified.

Without warning, the coil snapped, sending you careening over the edge of your orgasm. You practically screamed Jason’s name as he finally released his hold on your waist, allowing you to ride out each wave of pleasure. He dropped the shower head, allowing the drops of water to spray against your legs as he pulled you flush against him, pressing soothing kisses to your neck as your body fought to finally relax.

“That might just have been the sexiest thing I’ve seen,” he husked, letting his fingers dance across your sides. As you finally came down from your high, you grew acutely aware of the hardness pressing into your thigh. You dropped your head, meeting his heated gaze before leaning to mutter in his ear.

“Wanna make it even sexier?”

Jason groaned at the crackle in your throat. Unable to do anything but nod as his lips met yours. His hands found the bottoms of your thighs, lifting both your feet off the ground and pinning you back against the wall once more.

“Don’t you dare fucking slip,” you hissed, supressing another whine as he wrapped your legs around his hips. The tips of your fingers dug into his shoulders, fighting to maintain some form of balance. Jason chuckled, shushing you with another heated kiss, running his tongue across your bottom lip. 

He entered you in one thrust, burying himself until his hips were flush with yours. You let out a clipped yelp, digging your nails into his skin at the sudden stretch. The steam from the shower clung to your skin, warming your face as Jason’s tongue met yours again, sandwiching you even further between him and the wall. 

Jason pulled back leaving just the tip inside you before thrusting into you again, hard and deep. You whined as he hit your deepest spot, spreading warmth throughout your core. 

“Fuck, do that again,” you moaned, your voice dropping as he did.

He kept that slow, deep pace, hitting all the right spots over and over, drawing long moans that mixed with his in the steamy air. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you bucked your hips into his, meeting his thrusts halfway and tightening around him. Jason groaned, his teeth brushing against your shoulder as his pace quickened his grip on your legs tightening.

You felt him all over, his skin searing against yours, his tongue leaving hot trails across your neck, his pace winding that knot in your core impossibly tight and stealing your breath.

“Jason- I’m gonna-”

He cursed as you came for a second time, your walls becoming impossibly tight. He fell over the edge with you, his hips growing sloppy as he fucked both of you through your orgasms.

You slumped against him, your energy worn as Jason’s body stilled. He carefully slid out of you, lowering you to your feet and letting his head fall to your shoulder. Your legs trembled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, using him as a crutch to stay upright. 

You could feel Jason smile against your skin, the water spraying cold against your legs as his arms wound around your waist.

“Stay with me tonight,” he drawled, his accent thickening as fatigue settled in. You flushed, a warm smile tugging at your lips. He’d never asked you to stay before. You nuzzled further into him, your voice just barely a whisper as you answered him.

“Okay.”

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・❥・House of Ashes・❥・

Symbols and Meanings

🦋 - Fluff. 🥀 - Angst. 💕 - Suggestive. 💋 - Smut

Jason Kolcheck

Coming Home To You🥀

Nick Kay

Coming Home To You🥀

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Jason and Nicky Headcanons; Coming Home To You

Plot is basically how they’d act after surviving the events of the gam. I’m gonna go based on Jazzygun’s gameplay where she got the best ending. Also I think that the characters would either be killed to keep everything a secret, or they’d be forced to be apart of a secret group like Leon Kennedy. For the sake of not ripping my heart out, imma say the latter happened :D

Jason joined the marines to find purpose in his life, so what the hell is he supposed to do when all of that is gone?

His life was already going downhill, and during 9/11 he was so stoned that he hadn’t even known what happened until a week later (Idk why my memory is saying he was drunk but whatever, the wiki says stoned)

The marines gave him a reason to keep going. It helped him straighten his life out. Now majority of his buddies are dead (I think. Pretty sure every unnamed marine died when the ground collapsed), he’s found out that there’s literal monsters roaming around, and the military is experimenting with those fuckers

Yeah, his faith is shattered. He still cares about everyone that’s still alive but that’s a fuck ton of shit to deal with

He’s glad to be home and back with you, but he’s noticeably different

I think the government would tell all of them that they can’t tell anyone or whoever they tell will get killed, so when you ask what happened, he’s just like “nothing I couldn’t handle”

I think he would slip back into old habits a little bit. He wants a moment where he’s able to relax and forget everything he’s seen

He starts smoking again and drinking

He keeps saying he’s fine but he’s clearly not the same Jason he was before

Absolutely refuses to say anything about what happened. He can’t risk you being hurt

Since he knows there’s monsters lurking, he becomes very protective of you and urges you to learn how to shoot a gun if you don’t already know how

It’d be a very noticeable shift, but once again he can’t tell you why he’s so worried about you knowing how to protect yourself

I think he’d be the best at pretending everyone is fine out of everyone in the group but that’s because everyone else fucking sucks at it

Nick was already noticeable different after the checkpoint situation

So imagine how he is now

Guilt, trauma, depression, it all comes back at him and seems like it’s never gonna leave

Also either ignore the Rachel subplot or pretend ya’ll are just close friends-

He disassociates a lot

You have to physically touch him in order to get him to snap back to reality

He smokes a lot more than he used to. He already smoked beforehand, but now he’s smoking an alarming amount of cigarettes to get his mind off things

The most he’d say about the mission is that Joey died in his arms and he saw Merwin die

You gotta help him take care of himself

He just doesn’t have the energy to do anything most of the time

I can see him becoming very clingy

You’re one of his comfort people, so he wants to be around you

He doesn’t talk. He just sits with you, listening to you talk or whatever you have on the tv

He wants to tell you so badly. It’s always on the tip of his tongue and it kills him that he can’t warn you about how crazy the world is

Definitely has nightmares

You say he can sleep in your room and at first he’s like “I’m not a charity case. I’m fine”

Wouldn’t take much convincing to get him to come to your room

Doesn’t do much sleeping though

He sees the people he love dies whenever he closes his eyes. So he just lays there, lights on, gun next to him, checking to make sure you’re still breathing

My babies. I love them so much T-T

I can do the others later if this fandom is still alive-

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I’m back into House Of Ashes and I can’t stop thinking about Jason calling his S/O “darlin” or “baby”

Or

Or

Maybe even “doll”

Smth about his accent is giving “doll”

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Thinking about how in a single gameplay Jason (who already has blood on his hands and conscience from an incorrect call) can be faced with the decision to:

let Merwin face the vampires alone

stab Joey

shoot or abandon Clarice

shoot Rachel

lie to Nick about his chance of survival

leave Salim to die

And then thinking about how they find Balathu or Kurum half preserved and suffering and Salim decides they must put him out of his misery. And how when Jason automatically moves to follow through, Salim puts a hand on his gun and says “I’ll do it.”

It’s a choice born of practicality, not kindness. But to Jason, who’s made the call so many times he’s gone numb, it must also be a lifeline.

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Gwayne Hightower has such a smart mouth on him and that is why I need him to toot that ass up

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#not gonna argue with a man with blood on his face whatever you say gorgeous (x)

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Nah but imagine Stack and Mary sitting with Sammie when he's on his deathbed

I don't think Mary would say much. I think she'd let Stack do most of the talking and comforting. Sammie, the one that's dying, is hurting the least. He's seen enough of this world. He's prepared himself. It's okay.

Stack on the other head is dreading losing another person. He won't change Sammie against his will, but damn he wants to. When he looks at his little cousin, he still sees that young boy he took care of. Now he's dying. How is that fair?

Sammie tries to comfort him by saying "don't be sad. Imma play a lot of music where I'm going". Stack manages to laugh. He thinks back to the night at the Juke Joint. He can't help but wonder if becoming a vampire was the best or worst thing that happened to him.

"When you see Smoke" Stack begins, "tell him imma always miss him"

Stack, Mary and Sammie continue talking until Sammie slowly stops talking before he's gone.

And if someone were to visit Sammie's grave late at night, they'd see two figures paying their respects every night without fail.

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I love MK1 but also with no new content, there's nothing pulling me towards the game anymore. Like when Khaos Reigns (I think) came out it reignited that spark but now I'm kinda in this limbo state. Love the game still but I don't think of it as often as I used to, and it'll probably be YEARS until we get MK2

I'll still write for MK1 if I get requests but that's where my brain is at RN

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Ranting About Fear Street: Prom Queen

So I watched this movie earlier today and wow, the disappointment I felt and still feel is crazy. Naturally, I wanna rant about it. If you liked the movie, great. I personally didn't. This is my little review

First of all, I wanna preface this by saying I knew that this wasn't gonna have anything to do with the curse. I knew we weren't seeing the main characters from the original trilogy. I knew this would be a new killer. I knew all of this and was still excited to see where this movie would go.

The characters in this movie were so unbelievably bland. They were all one sided with no depth to them whatsoever aside from Melissa, but she's killed right after she has a change of heart. Everyone in this film is boring as fuck. Lori, our main character, is probably the most boring person in the whole movie. There's a way to write docile and introverted characters and keep them interesting, but for some reason the writers didn't know how to do this. She just stands there, bites her lip, looks sad, then walks away. I honestly did not care about her or her survival. Tiffany is a basic mean girl. Her friends are the basic sidekicks. Megan is alright but even she has no actual depth. Tyler, the love interest, is also boring. I didn't care about any of these characters and when they died, I felt nothing. When characters died in the original trilogy, I had strong emotions because the characters felt like people. These characters don't.

These characters are also stupid as shit. They have no survival instinct, which is crazy because in the original trilogy, they FOUGHT to survive. Kate and Cindy are good examples. They fought hard and unfortunately did not make it. There is a scene in FS:PQ where a girl is just looking at the killer and then is scared into the electrical circuits. Also the characters in this movie would get hit in the shoulder and then would start crawling and crying. GET UP? It didn't feel like anyone wanted to live.

Also the acting felt off. This entire movie felt like a highschool production and the people playing them feel like they were just told that day "hey we gotta make a movie for class". I don't even wanna blame the actors because if the script is shit, what can they do? Everyone was forgettable, stiff, lifeless, it was just not good.

And can we talk about the kills? Here's the thing, every kill doesn't have to be bread slicer level. BUT they shouldn't be boring. The lack of tension, lack of actual chase scenes and stale direction lead to the kills being boring. I'm not someone whos like "show me all the guts!" but damn, can I see SOMETHING? We didn't see the first girl be killed, only injured. Everyone else had such meh deaths. Fear Street has proven that you can have basic weapons and still have heavy hitter kills. You don't even have to see the kill in order for it to hit. A great example is the kid with glasses in 1978. I felt sad because he looked up to Tommy and thought Tommy was hurting him for no reason. Heather's death hit. Simon's death hit because it was sudden. Do I need to mention Cindy again? There was no creativity in the kills which is a shame because this is a SLASHER franchise. The most memorable death was the guy that had his hands cut off, but you're not gonna be able to convince me that an old man can pin down a current school athlete. Putting that to the side, hitting his head against that window wouldn't have killed him. All the kills felt like they were thought of at the very last minute.

For this to be at a prom, it did not feel like it. If this was a school production, it would be fine, but this is Netflix. The same company canceling good ass shows. It felt flat. The whole movie was flat. The dance battle... I don't even wanna... No. The costuming felt cheap. The movie kept telling me things instead of showing me. And FUCK the reveal? Awful. The killers are honestly very predictable but the way they executed it blew me.

First of all, was the plan to act stupid if one of them got caught? "Why did you do it?" "I knew how bad you wanted it". Was that the plan the entire time? Also why was Tiffany explaining her sob story in the car? You didn't need to convince Lori to believe you. She already did. Back to the reveal, it was shit. The whole family were killing people so Tiffany could be Prom Queen? Oookay. And apparently Tiffany's mom was also with Lori's dad. If the story was so well known, wouldn't that have been brought up? And let's say it wasn't and this family is legit full of psychos, okay. The post credit scene? So you're gonna tell me that the mom was possessed? No. Not buying it. Based on the lore we already have, that's not possible. Possessed killers don't speak and seem to have supernatural strength, speed and healing. The mom had none of that. Also the mom went on a whole monologue and as I said, killers don't talk. The only one who uses their voice is Ruby and she sings the same line.

Let's play with the idea that the mom WAS possessed. Explain the killers situation then. If the mom was possessed, that would mean the dad and daughter were the killers since based on Melissa's death, there are two of them. Tiffany didn't seem surprised when her mom turned murderous though. So what was even happening? "Oh well she's getting possessed after her death". No. That's not how it works. The Goodes sacrifice a LIVING person and the person goes on a killing spree. She can't be possessed after because then the shit wouldn't work. Did any of the killers ever have their blood turn into that symbol? I don't think so.

This movie was just so unbelievably bad. It was so disappointing. I've wanted another Fear Street movie for years but this was not it. Netflix, just make a movie about Ruby Lane.

Quick afterthought; why did they keep bringing up Tommy? They had a poster then a police officer was like "this is worse than '78". First of all, my nigga Tommy was catching bodies so don't do that. Second of all, I'm assuming it's because it was so recent for them but with how shitty this movie was, it also feels like the writers tryna remind the audience that they love this universe. "You love the trilogy so you'll love this movie, right?!". No. And Tyler Torres? Is he related to Ryan Torres aka Skull Face Killer? Why add that?