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Brad Dourif and Jennifer Tilly voice-acting for Bride of Chucky.

Brad: “I have to say, I’d done three movies, and you do the sound before you do the movie. So, I was in a studio by myself for two days, doing the whole movie, and it is lonely. And it was such a relief, it was such a relief to be able to really work off somebody. I mean, it was - we had a ball.” 

Jennifer: “And after we finished, Brad looked at the producers and he said, ‘Why didn’t I get a girlfriend earlier?!’”

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Bride of Chucky (1998)

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Yo I made some horror icon aesthetics. I might make more. If there’s one you really wanna see, tell me please! 

Update: @it-pennywise is in one of the photos so credit to them!!!

I found all my stuff on either pinterest or google so if you want credit please just ask me!!! It’s no trouble at all <3

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Jennifer Tilly in Bride of Chucky (1998) dir. Ronny Yu

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Bride of Chucky

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Bride of Chucky (1998) Ronny Yu

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slasher women: apreciation post

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Jennifer Tilly as Tiffany Valentine in Bride of Chucky (1998) dir. Ronny Yu

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My best friend and I have a podcast where we plan on talking about spooky things, paranormal, true crime, horror movies, aliens, conspiracy theories ETC. if you like these things and women, you should check it out! 😸

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since it’s thanksgiving i thought it would be perfect to bring back this chapter, with a lovely thanksgiving moment. ♥️

Lessons in Falling in Love: Chapter Seven

Permanent warning/disclaimer:  this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read, commented, reblogged, or liked my story. This one is a labor of love and i appreciate every single one of you. Obviously this chapter has some references to Joe’s family. I used all fake names, because as i state in the disclaimer, this is a work of fiction. Also its an AU. Just wanted to remind anyone reading. Hope you enjoy!!! P.S. do you think Ben will be in this story more?? ;) 

previous chapters: One, Two, Three , Four, Five, Six, 

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That was the first of many times Joe would say it, and each time it brought Selene the same amount of joy as the first. She was his girlfriend, and she loved it.

Even though they had to keep their relationship a secret it brought a bit of a thrill. There were many times she’d surprise him in his office, and sometimes they’d have a quickie, before she’d sneak out like nothing had happened. She liked surprising him as much as he liked surprising her. Whether it be a homemade dinner after work, or a coffee in the middle of the day. She spent most of her weekends sleeping over and staying at his house. It made her feel like they were serious. Any small argument was quickly resolved with an apology and a kiss, though that barely happened in the whole first month of them being official.

Soon it was October. The weather started to get colder, and mid-term tests were being prepared for and taken. Her favorite month was full of stress and anxiety of passing these big steps. She hated school, she wanted it to be done so she could do what she had been preparing for. Joe was there, he was always fair with his grading, and she was great in history, so she didn’t have to worry in his class.

Selene was happy that Joe wanted to do all her favorite things for October. She made him watch scary movies, even though he wasn’t the biggest fan. He mostly got scared and he hated that. She was there to hold him close when they heard the wind shift outside, even if she was spooked too. They pumpkin picked with Gwil and Nova, and painted them to put on her front porch. She was excited that Gwil was hosting a halloween party for his friends. Which her and Joe would be attending, together, as boyfriend and girlfriend.

When the party was in full swing when she stood in the crowded kitchen grabbing two drinks. She quickly tried to get out after filling her cup and Joe’s, and she ran straight into a greek god… or at least that’s what his costume was. They both moved in the same direction twice before giving up and laughing.

“Sorry.” his voice was deep, distracting.

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starry night ✧ part 2

part 2 ✧ afterglow

pairing: bill hader x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none! just a tired man.

author’s note: WOW. you guys are amazing. i am so grateful for the response i’ve gotten from part one, it’s the best anything i’ve ever written has done. your . messages have been so sweet and lovely and wonderful, it truly warms my heart :,) so here is part two! not what most of you were probably expecting; if you can’t tell, im making this a series now, haha, cause who needs free time? anyways! hope you guys enjoy it. let me know if you’d like to be on the tag-list for the next part, which i hope will be up by sunday night? maybe. requests are still open also!!! love you guys, have fun <3

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He was exhausted, to say the least. It felt like he hadn’t slept in ages. The routine of enervation that had plagued him. Planes. Buses. Shuttled to and from press junkets for the past two months like cargo in a freight train. Staring at the ceilings of hotel rooms blankly. Facetime calls that no one talked on. Emails from corporate executives about what came next. And a drop off at the Emmys that felt more like a crash than a landing. 

It was nearly one in the morning, something he hadn’t anticipated when he stepped out of his building all those hours ago. As he shuffled back home now, he felt deeply drained of what little energy he had left. He had waved to the limo driver at the door, said some greetings the late-night doorman, Ernest (who was a little too surprised to see him out so late), and practically dragged himself up the four flights of stairs. The elevators were still being serviced  - whatever that meant.

The wrappers and remains of his In-and-Out order were clutched in his hand, snug beside his Emmy, as he fumbled in his suit pocket for his ring of keys. His mind was in such a fog that he flipped through each key individually, barely able to discern his car keys from those that opened his office. Finally finding it, he clicked the door to his “bachelor pad” open with a slow methodical turn. 

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starry night

pairing: bill hader x reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none! just some fluff.

author’s note: hello im back and ive finished something for once, this time about a mr. bill hader. my requests are open if you’d like to send me anything! also if you like this, it’s supposed to be a one shot but i may have ideas for more…enjoy!

inspired by this tweet:

“And the Emmy for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series goes to…”

“Y/N!”

You couldn’t move. It felt like someone had just poured ice water down your spine. Your breathing had damn well stopped as the first syllables of your name were spoken. You were suddenly hyper-aware of everything going on around you and in you. Your stomach lurched, your hands began to tremble, and you noticed how sweaty you were for the first time all night. It was all so much to take in: the sights, the senses, the sounds.

With the din of the Microsoft Theater engulfing you, it was hard to take in any thoughts besides those finer details. The entire auditorium had broken into a thunderous applause - just from their sheer mass, not necessarily their excitement. It was shock that filled your veins, not just amazement and gratitude, and most likely it was shock that echoed in their cheers. You hadn’t expected to even be nominated, let alone win. Only a few artsy reporters had put you down for “should win.” It was one of your first gigs that involved more than playing the sister or girlfriend or best friend. You hadn’t been ready for this kind of praise.

You turned to face your co-star, more of a friend at this point, Alayna. She beamed back at you, jaw open and wide-eyed, before pulling you into a tight embrace. Her long black hair tickled your neck, and you swore you could feel every sequin that studded her baby blue, long sleeve dress. She held you close, whispering a thousand curses of excitement into your ear. Soon the cast and crew surrounding the two of you leaned over seats, and it quickly became a ham-fisted group hug. And to your amazement, you heard the show’s lead, Kevin, who still intimidated you at that very moment, cry out a scream of delight.

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Lessons in Falling in Love: Chapter 14

Permanent warning/disclaimer:  this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter!!! Let me know what you think and if you have an predictions for whats to come!

previous chapters: One, Two, Three , Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, 

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Selene’s heart was pounding in her ears, even as he answered the door with a warm smile. He moved to the side to let her in, and she stood waiting as if she hadn’t been there a million times before. She could barely breathe, counting the steps to get to his dining room table where she sat. She remembered that first time she sat there, the morning after their first night meeting and she felt nostalgic. The scent of his house was the same. Fresh and manly all at the same time. It all looked just as she remembered it, nothing had changed as they got to the kitchen. More memories flooding back in. 

Joe’s heart was heavy in his stomach. Of course Selene came to his house looking beautiful. To him, she always was. His favorite looks including when she was fresh out of the shower, her damp hair falling around her face, skin tinted a bit red from the hot water. Another being when she’d wake up, sleep still in her eyes, a lazy smile on her lips. He loved these moments and they came back as he found her standing in front of him on his doorstep. 

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Lessons in Falling in Love: Chapter 13

Permanent warning/disclaimer:  this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Sorry it’s been quite some time since an update on this story! I’ve had a lot going on… anyway without further ado, here’s chapter 13 (14 will be out soon after!!) please share your thoughts and feelings w me!! ALSO if i missed you on the tag list or you wanted to be added, shoot me a message!!!

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It was strange to wake up tangled in Ben. Selene’s eyes fluttered open and she sighed softly when she realized Ben had cuddled back into her. His heavy head nuzzled into her and his arm fastened tightly around her waist. He was always good looking, but especially now he looked soft and pretty. His skin was warm against her. her hand through his soft blonde hair, unable to stop herself. 

Ben starts to stir soon after and she quickly froze what she was doing. She just couldn’t stop marveling at him. 

“Mm” he hums. “Morning.” his voice is so deep and groggy. She can feel her body shiver. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you.” she said quietly, “Though i don’t know what time it is, and that makes me anxious.” he chuckles softly, his eyes are still closed, his fingertips are running circles over her skin. 

“You have a huge head.” she comments. He chuckles slowly moving off of her. She didn’t realize how much she enjoyed having him there until he moved, she frowns but he can’t see. 

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Lessons in Falling in Love: Chapter 14

Permanent warning/disclaimer:  this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter!!! Let me know what you think and if you have an predictions for whats to come!

previous chapters: One, Two, Three , Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, 

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Selene’s heart was pounding in her ears, even as he answered the door with a warm smile. He moved to the side to let her in, and she stood waiting as if she hadn’t been there a million times before. She could barely breathe, counting the steps to get to his dining room table where she sat. She remembered that first time she sat there, the morning after their first night meeting and she felt nostalgic. The scent of his house was the same. Fresh and manly all at the same time. It all looked just as she remembered it, nothing had changed as they got to the kitchen. More memories flooding back in. 

Joe’s heart was heavy in his stomach. Of course Selene came to his house looking beautiful. To him, she always was. His favorite looks including when she was fresh out of the shower, her damp hair falling around her face, skin tinted a bit red from the hot water. Another being when she’d wake up, sleep still in her eyes, a lazy smile on her lips. He loved these moments and they came back as he found her standing in front of him on his doorstep. 

Today hair was pinned back off her face, her eyes lined in that familiar black sharp lines. He used to watch her in the mornings applying it with precision. He was hypnotized watching her turn her face into a piece of art. 

“How are you?” his voice interrupts her thought train, snapping her attention to him. She shrugs, debating on how honest to be. 

“I’m okay.” her eyes avoided his, and instead scan around the familiar kitchen. The same kitchen she spent her afternoons in, her arms wrapped around Joe’s waist her cheek pressed against his back. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she fidgeted with her hands. This was the same kitchen she would cook with Joe in. The ghost of the laughter hung in the air, it was too much for her. Her knee began to bounce, as these memories still ate at her. She didn’t think she’d be affected like this, she didn’t think it would hit her like a slap in the face. 

“Do you want some coffee?” he asks. “Or tea. I still have your favorite afternoon tea here.” he says, and his eyes drop down to her bouncing knee. His eyes searching for hers, but she’s still busy replaying old memories. So they stay fixated on the polaroid of the two of them, now pinned on the fridge. 

He wanted to reach out and comfort her. Wrap his arms around her and tell her that she didn’t have to be anxious around him, of all people. That’s what he was used to doing. That’s what he liked to do. 

“Yeah.” she said, not answering the question straight. She shook her head, trying to shake out her jumbled thoughts with it, realizing her mistake. “Sorry. I’ll take some coffee.” she half smiles, though it’s hard. Her eyes only flash to his for a minute, his gaze too intense for her to keep it any longer. 

She can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s sad in that moment. She too, wants to comfort him, but refrains from moving. She swallows, watching as he grabs a coffee mug, her favorite one, printed with giraffes. He bought it just for her, to keep at his house. She had drank so many cups of coffee out of it. Coffee that helped get her through her all nighters. Coffee that came with sweet kisses from Joe in the morning. 

She inhales deeply before exhaling, watching as he turns on his coffee machine and starts it up. “How are you?” she asks, not being able to stop herself. She did want to know, she was curious to what he had been up to. 

“I’m okay.” he shrugs. Her lips turn down, at his short answer. What does that even mean? she ponders silently to herself. 

“Good.” she manages, though her throat burns with unasked questions. 

It’s silent. It’s not the comfortable silence she’s used to with Joe. It’s almost loud. Like everything they want to say to one another is there, hanging in the air. It’s thick and heavy and she feels like it’s laying across her chest. It almost blocks out the sound of him stirring her sugar into her cup. She hadn’t realized she zoned off, until he set the coffee cup in front of her, making her jump at the sound and how close he was. 

He smelled nice, he always did. Not just faint cologne but the smell of his laundry detergent. The smell of his peppermint face wash. Then coffee. She tried not to think about it. He looked good. He looked refreshed, and handsome as always. She looked down at her coffee and sighed silently again. This was harder than she thought. 

“I-I don’t know where to start.” she can barely manage, her voice is so quiet it’s almost like she’s whispering. He offers her a smile, one that’s encouraging. It was the same smile he’d give to her when she was having trouble with homework. Or when she’d second guess herself. She looked back down, her bottom lip raked over by her teeth. She looked up at him, silently begging him to say something first, anything. 

“Are you really okay with this?” he asks, coming through. “Being in Gwil’s wedding.” he clarifies. 

“It’s not my call to make.” she says. “I just want them to be happy.”

“Nova isn’t happy.” Joe responds, and he sounds disappointed or sad. Selene giggles, without being able to stop. 

“She’s not.” Selene clarifies. “But, I can talk to her.” 

“I don’t expect you to forgive me.” he says, “I know Nova never will.” Selene finds his eyes. Pretty and hazel, and sad. She loses her train of thought in them, her heart skipping a beat. If anything, this makes her angry. “I just need you to know that I love you. I still care about you… I miss-“ 

“It’s not about us.” she snaps. “It’s not about us.” she repeats in a quieter tone.  Joe just nods, his lips pressing into a hard line. His eyes falling down to table. “I want to try and be friends.” Her words coming out faster than she can stop them. He lights up a little, his lips curl into a smile. 

“I’d like that.” he sighed, as if he couldn’t breathe before that sentence. She is hesitant and for a moment she wants  to change her mind. Her eyes find his again. 

“I better go.” she says, looking back down at her coffee cup. Filled. She changes her mind immediately. “Maybe I should finish this.” she offers, and he smiles and nods. He wanted nothing more than to have her sat across from him. 

“Please.” he says, his arm out as a welcoming gesture. 

They sit quietly for a few minutes. Again, the air is filled with just their thoughts. Unsaid words and feelings hung in the air. Selene’s eyes found his and she felt that familiar heat rising in her chest, especially watching him smile, and look down bashfully. His eyes crinkled at the sides, his cheeks rose up. His pearl-white teeth shined. She smiled too, but quickly looked back down into her cup, still coffee sat almost at the top.   She tried to brush it off like it wasn’t affecting her, like it didn’t hurt her heart just enough to burn. 

She was the one to break the silence.  

She asked about his mom, his sister, and brother. Missing them, as much as she missed him. He happily filled her in, and that just got their conversation going. It led to two cups of coffee. Then it led to sitting on his couch, talking about her classes. His classes. Until it didn’t feel awkward anymore. Until it didn’t hurt to talk about their current lives apart from one another. 

She tried to ignore their blatant chemistry that was palpable with each topic of conversation. With each carefree laugh and each lame joke. She tried to brush of the butterflies that still seemed to inhabit her stomach when he’d laugh so hard and throw his head back. That was when she found him most attractive, and she hated the way she still felt herself gazing at him, like he was the most beautiful thing she’d seen in her entire life. 

He was fighting the same thing. The urge to reach out and move hair that fell in front of her eyes when she laughed so hard tears welled up. The urge to hold her hand and cuddle into her as she spoke about her life void of him. He was happy she didn’t mention her love life, or another man. It gave him a little hope that maybe one day they could be together happily again. 

“I better go.” she says, after some time, standing up because if she didn’t she’d probably stay even longer. He jumped up too, and again they both acted like they didn’t know what to do next. She didn’t want to leave. She knew she had too. He opened his arms, and she hesitated but  practically fell into him. 

big mistake. 

He held her tightly, like if he let go she would disappear. They both molded into each other, like nothing had changed. Their eyes fluttering shut. His head resting on hers, her cheek pressed against his chest. She could hear his heart racing beneath his sweater. Joe’s hand running up and down her back was comforting, and she hated how good it made her feel. She wanted to stay there, because that’s where she felt the most safe.

She had memories of laying in his arms after rough days, cuddled against him. His scent the same, calming and fresh. Memories of him holding her after they made love, trying to catch their breath, lazy smiles on their lips. She could stay there forever. He felt memories of holding her like this. When he was having a rough day, he would fall into her arms, her nails running through his hair, through his beard. The smell of her hair brought back their shared showers, and mornings when he’d wake up before her. He wanted to make her stay, beg her for a second chance. They stood there for a few minutes longer. That’s when she pulled away, slowly. 

She found his eyes again, feeling her heart sink and her breathing start to shutter. She could feel in the pit of her stomach what was coming, and the way he held her in his arms meant she was right. His hands slowly found their way up to her cheeks, his thumbs gently running along her skin. She burned red hot at his touch.  He leaned into her, her arms involuntarily wrapping around his neck, just like she was used to. Her head tilting up just a bit, his lips were close to hers, and she longed for his familiar kiss. She missed it. She craved it. She could feel his nose brush hers when her eyes fell shut. Her breath hitching, her heart beating heavy against her sternum. She braced herself for his lips, inhaling a shaky breath. 

Then she thought about Ben. Ben didn’t deserve this. 

“We shouldn’t.” she whispered. Though she didn’t move. Joe let go of a breath he had been holding, his forehead falling against hers. “I can’t… I’m sorry.” Her palms rest against his chest.

He nods, “I understand.” he spoke, his tone is soaked in heartbreak. Her hands are still against his chest, his hands are still holding her but he’s the one that let’s go. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” she says, sighing. They stand in front of one another for a few seconds before she moves for the door. “I’ve got to go.” she says, “It’s getting late and I promised someone I’d go see them.” she doesn’t mention a name, but in that moment, Joe knows. His heart sinks into his stomach. He knows it’s another guy. He tries to play it off, like tears aren’t threatening his eyes. 

He simply nods, following her and watching her get to her car. Watching as she drives off, both of them are unsure of where being friends would take them. If they made the right decision. If being friends was even a viable option.  

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“You shouldn’t have done that.” Nova said, “Joe doesn’t have to be in the wedding party.” 

“It went fine, obviously.” Selene groaned.

“Yeah it went fine. You do realize now Joe and Ben are both going to be in the wedding party, right? Your ex boyfriend and your new boyfriend.”

“Ben’s not my boyfriend.” Selene corrected.

“Yet.” Heather chimed in. 

The three girls sat around the couches at Selene and Nova’s. They had the house to themselves and had been watching movies and hanging out all day. Selene had just gotten back from a sleepover at Ben’s when she found her two best friends waiting for her. 

“You could cancel the wedding and go to Vegas instead.” Selene suggests. 

“Trust me, I wanted to do just that. My parents had another plan in mind.” Nova rolls her eyes. “My mom is looking up venues while Gwil and I try to make up a guest list to get a head count… I hate all of this.” 

“We’re here to help.” Heather tries to comfort her. Nova gives her a genuine smile. 

“Now if we can help her,” Nova mumbles with a nod toward Selene. 

“I’m fine!” Selene protests.

Heather and Nova both glare at her, turning toward one another. “She needs our help.” they say in perfect unison. 

“I’m good. I’m over Joe. I am fine.” Selene says, her hands raised in defeat. Her friends look at each other and back at her. 

“Are you, though?” Heather is the one to ask. Selene hesitates and sighs.

“Yes.” she says flatly. It’s soaking in a tone of unsure. Her friends know this. They continue looking at her skeptically.

“You almost kissed him.” Nova says, “The guy you’re over.”

“He almost kissed me!” she snaps, not angrily. Defensively. Her friends raise their brows in unison, and purse their lips. It was like a mirror image and Selene groans. “I went to Ben’s. Right after. I left him to go see Ben. So what does that mean?”

“I don’t know what it means.” Heather groans. 

“You should have just left it. Gwil would have kicked him out of the groomsmen and we wouldn’t be having this exact conversation.” Nova groans too. 

“When do we get to go wedding dress shopping?” Selene tries to change the subject quickly. Nova looks like she might protest, just for a minute. Then she knows it’s no use in arguing anymore. They’d exhaust themselves going around in circles all night. She sighs. 

“My mom and Gwil’s are throwing us an engagement party. Then we can wedding dress shop.” Nova says, looking down at her phone. 

The subject stayed on just that, wedding stuff. All the planning to be done, the date, the dress, the location. It was a lot. Selene was gushing again, getting to talk about it. It was all she had ever wanted. She felt like her heart would burst at the joy she had for her best friend. Because she was happy. 

Then a little part of her felt sad. She always dreamed of her wedding day. Every part of it had been talked about hundreds of times. Selene had saved every wedding list she could find. Locations of her dreams, dates, honeymoon ideas. Color schemes and beautiful dresses. Themes and ideas and songs. And the guy. The guy that would be waiting at the end of the aisle. The guy of her dreams that would cry when he saw her dressed in white. Someone she would spend the rest of her life with. Her soulmate. 

and for a moment, only one had flashed in her mind. 

Joe. 

And she thought about how she felt like she’d never find a man that wanted to spend his life with her. Her dreams seemed to be out of reach and unrealistic to her. For now she had to brush these feelings aside and put on a happy face for her best friend.

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