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Found someone to watch scary movies with

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Sinclair House Gif Set

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take my uquiz to find out which insane fictional man you could fix. 

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This might be random but could I request some Ghostface fluff? Like after a lot of tiring trials Ghostie just need some TLC from his confused favorite survivor (aka forced cuddling that turns soft?) Sorry I've been having a rough week and just need some TLC myself 😔 thank you so much if you decide to write this

I’m so sorry for doing this so late!I really hope you are feeling better and are having a much better week/month ! Hopefully this gives a bit of comfort to you <3333 much love. (:

Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Reader

To say that trials have been rough for Danny, would be an understatement. It felt as though the entity had began to give survivors better tools or brighter flashlights that was made to make him feel like he was the victim in these trials.

He felt humiliated. Danny always prided in being one of the better killers in the realm. His stealth and gruesome methods of killing the survivors had branded him with a higher status. The entity had rewarded him many times, first with his camera then a few other awesome outfits that replicated his original Ghostface persona. He was it’s Golden boy.

So why the fuck was he beginning to lack? He never had this problem before. It was although the survivors were taken him less seriously. No longer fleeing whenever they saw him lurking around. It was irking him.

His ego was taking a big hit. The knife felt heavy in his pocket. No longer giving him the pleasure that he so desperately needed. His gloved hands were clenching and unclenching as he sat on the roof that was over a porch of the many homes that made up Haddonfield. His legs dangling over the edge as he stared off into the distance. Eyes set on the trees, roaming along the open spaces between each tree. Waiting.

After a few minutes of him running his hand through his hair and trying to rub the exhaustion off his face. He debated grabbing his mask and just leaving. But you finally appeared between the tree lines.

Your hesistant steps giving Danny some pleasure that he still had an unnerving presence. Even for someone like you, who had made their way into being one his favorites.

Well, his only favorite. Not that you needed to know.

He had made habit to tease you in and out of trials. Lurking in the woods whenever you would gain the courage, or stupidity, to break off from your group and venture alone. At first he thought he just wanted to kill you, having you to his own with no pressure of your teammates saving you in the way. But as time went on, the want to kill was there but it never occurred more than a fleeing thought. Stuck in the back of his mind.

He begin to enjoy your company. The way you would tense up when he got too close, or your glare when he said something that he knew would get under his skin.

He watched you walk in the middle of the street, eyes searching around the intimation of a neighborhood. Danny patiently waited for you to get closer until you allowed your eyes to roam up, catching his relaxed figure.

You stared at him before pushing yourself forward, disappearing under him onto the porch. About 20 seconds pass when he hears the window behind him sliding open. The thudding of your footsteps against the wooden roof following you as you came beside him.

You plopped down beside him, keeping a safe distance between the both of you and letting out a deep sigh.

“Glad you came to join me. Did you miss me?” He asks teasingly, watching your side profile. “And I thought I was the stalker.”

You roll your eyes at this. “Sure. It's not like you threatened me to meet you here. What was it that you said? That you’ll cut my tongue off in the next trial.”

You looked at him from the corner of your eye before leaning forward and placing your elbows on your thighs as you looked below you.

“You make it seem like you hate being around me.” Danny sighs sadly, leaning back against one of his hands as he watched you. “That’s a bit rude. Kids these days have no manners.”

“Oh shut up.” You laugh as you finally turn towards him. “Please don’t tell me you’re that old.”

“A lady never tells her age.” He smirks at your deadpan look, tilting his head as you begin to search his face. It was still a new development for him to be maskless around you. But a part of him felt..good about it. It’s been so long since someone really looked at him. With the way your eyes gazed over him, he wished he would have done it sooner.

Look at him becoming soft. Had the trials really messed with his head that bad? He tore his gaze away once you quirked an eyebrow.

“Bad trials?” You ask simply, gazing down at the forgotten mask beside him. Danny let out a scoff as he pulled a leg up from the edge, pressing a knee close to his chest.

“Me? A bad trial? Who do you think I am.” He snaps. The reminder of his errors had him frowning, remembering the anger and disappointment from before.

“Yeah come on. I saw the way Nea had you running around like a complete idiot.” You grin at the way his eye twitched. “I'm surprised you didn't get a concussion from all those pallet dropped on your head.”

“Shut your mouth.” He growls, the dangerous glint back in his eyes as he stared back at you. Your smile faltering at the familiarly of the first time you were face to face with him. You almost forgot that you were in the presence of a monster. “maybe I should make of my promise of cutting your tongue off.”

You push yourself up from your seat, keeping your expression from showing the fear that sparked from his threat. “Maybe you should. I don’t know why you even forced me out here if-”

Danny’s hand shot out, grabbing a hold onto your wrist. The tight grip pausing you from moving any further, your fingers clenching into a fist as you waited. He sighed, trying to push down his frustration as he pulled for you to sit down. “Okay. Just..wait.”

You stay silent as he seems to struggle with himself before you watch him lay back against the wooden panels of the roof. Before you can question what he was doing, his grip tightened as he pulled you back with him. Pulling a small “oof” as he position for you to face away from. Arms wrapping around your waist.

“Danny?” You choked out as your mind spun in confusion at the position. “What is happening.”

“Shut up for once.” He hisses as you feel, what you could guess is his forehead, press against your back. His chest was flushed against you, legs tangling between yours as he holds you close to him. You swallow around the protest that you were ready to shoot at him.

Fingers rubbed along your skin. The sensation on your sides sending sparks up your spine. Your body releasing the tension as you relaxed against his hold. You tried to ignore the panic that had your chest beating fast and focused on Danny’s breathing against you.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, with the wood being your only cushion. You had half the mind to wish he had chosen a bed to force this on you, but dismissed it quickly because that would definitely lead into more problems.

So you stayed in that position for a few minutes. Allowing Danny to hold you, both your hearts slowing down to a normal pace as the forever lasting night surrounded you both. You grew the courage to place your hands on top of his, slighting rubbing the knuckles. Danny hummed at that.

Your face flushed at the sound before you pushed yourself away, ignoring the protest he gave, and turned your body around to face him. His eyes were half opened as though he had begin to fall asleep. Strands of dark hair fanning over his dark eyes, that were watching you carefully.

You break the silence.

“Who knew The Ghostface was a huge cuddler?” You awkwardly smile. A beat passes before Danny replies with a playful scowl.

“I should really cut off that tongue of yours.” You giggle before sticking your tongue out, reeling your head back when gloved fingers playfully pretend to grab for it. Danny matches your lopsided grin with his own smile.

You bite your lip as you begin to think, reading his expression. He then remembers this was new terrority.

Danny’s about to say something, already pushing himself to a sitting position but you scoot closer. Placing your hand on his chest and pushing him down. Surprised eyes watch as you lean your head on his chest. Your left arm wrapping around his waist.

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. The feeling of you, willingly, pressing against him and playing with the straps of his outfit, had his body feel as though it engulf in flames. He wasn’t blushing. No that would never happen.

Carefully, he places an arm around you, while the other is placed beneath his head. His hand falls on your waist, something he doesn’t think he could ever get tired of holding.

Even if he knew the moment was soon to be cut short by the entity’s greedy claws, he couldn’t help but allow himself to melt into the embrace. The moon that never disappeared watching over as you both enjoy the limited comfort that was rare in the realm.

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FINAL GIRLS + WHITE TANK TOPS

Sigourney Weaver in ALIEN (1978) dir. Ridley Scott Hilary Swank in THE REAPING (2007) dir. Stephen Hopkins Lupita Nyong’o in US (2019) dir. Jordan Peele Jessica Alba in THE EYE (2008) dir. David Moreau & Xavier Palud Eliza Dushku in WRONG TURN (2003) dir. Rob Schmidt Mary Elizabeth Winstead in 10 CLOVERFIELD LANE (2016) dir. Dan Trachtenberg Manuela Velasco in [REC] (2007) dir. Jaume Balagueró & Paco Plaza Elizabeth Olsen in SILENT HOUSE (2011) dir. Laura Lau & Chris Kentis Taissa Farmiga in THE FINAL GIRLS (2015) dir. Todd Strauss-Schulson Odette Annable in THE UNBORN (2009) dir. David S. Goyer Jennifer Lawrence in HOUSE AT THE END OF THE STREET (2012) dir. Mark Tonderai Jessica Biel in THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (2003) dir. Marcus Nispel Elisha Cuthbert in HOUSE OF WAX (2005) dir. Jaume Collet-Serra Jennifer Love Hewitt in I STILL KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (1998) dir. Danny Cannon

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do u understand my aesthetic vision

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TABITHA RILEY - TWIN SISTER OF TATUM RILEY

CONTINUATION OF THIS POST

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Concept: Tabitha Riley. Twin sister of Tatum Riley. AKA SUSPECT NO. 1

In a fit of jealous rage she kills her best friend, Casey Becker. At least that is the rumor being spread at Woodsboro High. The killer could ‘easily be a female’ right? Right.

See more for a look into the twinspiracy

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ambrose, louisiana.

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FRIDAY THE 13TH PART 2 (1981) x SCREAM (1996)

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the urge to create an OC for the Star Wars verse… or what I like to call sleepy time help thoughts that will never reach MY GOOGLE DOCS. I wanna write a princess ass bitch!!! maybe just maybe I will—

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the patient1.06    —    charlie   .  

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William Schenk covered in blood (Spiral: From the Book of SAW)

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“To our last summer of immature, adolescent decadence.” I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (1997)

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fun fact bo sinclair actually invented having sexy hands