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when the squad is ready for halloween.

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i stole this from twitter

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I feel so called out (｡ŏ_ŏ) welp at least I am a bit aware¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Original @sa1ntseb

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The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)

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!!YOU THERE SCROLLING!!! YES YOU!!

HYDRATE!!!

EAT SOMETHING EVEN IF ITS SMALL

TAKE A NAP OR A BREAK IF YOUVE BEEN WORKING INCREDIBLY HARD ON COLLEGE/SCHOOL/UNI WORK

LOOKING AFTER YOURSELF IS IMPORTANT EVEN IF IT'S SMALL OR MINISCULE LIKE BRUSHING YOUR TEETH OR HAVING A GLASS OF WATER!!!

YOU'RE IMPORTANT

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How would different slashers react to an s/o who has a service dog? Please include Jason Voorhees thank you!

Slashers! HC S/O with a service dog

Slashers x gn!reader

Including Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, and Vincent Sinclair

Warnings: Beefy murder boyfriends, Established relationships, talk/mentions of murder, mentioned shitty people, cutesy stuff

Requests are open! Inbox or ask!

Michael Myers

A service dog 👀

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Michael isn’t exactly a ray of sunshine, nor someone who cares at all about those around him

I can see him being cold seemingly distant in a relationship, although deep rooted with insecurity and self doubt

I mean he was locked up for years without proper psychiatric treatment

He knows what it means to be seen differently, not understood and frankly not given a shit about, whatever the reason you have a service dog for, he can relate it to some degree

Stalking. This man is a literal psychopathic murder, he can’t be seen with you out in public, but leaving you unwatched? Unprotected? Not happening.

Most of the time you notice a pair of eyes on you, comforted by the fact the man is somewhere keeping you safe with his presence

Other times, you’re distracted by certain people

You know those people when it comes to service dogs, we all do

The ones that feel inclined to pet it, or insist if you say no, or better yet question why you even need a service dog in the first place

Yeah they aren’t alive for much longer, especially considering the threatening man clenching a knife a few blocks away, heavy breathing under his mask

He doesn’t give a shit about your dog

The one thing keeping him from killing the mutt is you, the fact that whenever he’s not around, he knows that little guy will always be there for you

Definitely doesn’t like the dog

Not one bit

And no, that time you caught him awkwardly patting the dogs head doesn’t mean anything

Jason Voorhees

This man adores animals, and you

So having a s/o with a dog? Best package deal

A tad bit nervous early in the relationship, doesn’t want to make the poor animal hate him and in proxy, lose you

Someone tries to pet it without asking? Yeah no, not on his watch, the dog is for your comfortably and safety, not for senseless teenagers to bother

Whatever the reason you need it for, he’s always there to lend a helping hand

I can imagine he’s a protective lover in general, wants to keep you safe no matter what, especially since you have a service dog

Personally labels the food and water bowl with your dogs name, has created a schedule for feeding and going out

Knowing he keeps various traps around the camp and forest, Jason is normally always at your side if you feel like going out, walking you to the edge of camp or just keeping an eye out

This one time you nearly stepped in a bear trap, before Jason had become more clingy about you out alone

If it wasn’t for your dog, you probably would’ve lost a foot

Imagine this lumbering, beaten down and hardened man nervous about petting it, his large, scarred hand shaking like a leaf as he gently rests his palm against its head, softly repeating the motion

You don’t have to imagine it though, because it’s the same every time he gives the dog any sort of affection

To Jason, the dog that helps you is an extension of his own love for you, if this furry friend is taken care of and kept safe, then so are you

It’s a win win

Thomas Hewitt

You have two service dogs

One is huge, watchful and protective, keeping track of each step you make and when something could go possibly wrong

And the other is an actual dog

Such a softie, feeds it, gives it baths, takes it for walks with you

Even gives the little guy his own nickname, although he would never admit to it

He was a bit awkward at first, wasn’t sure the animal would warm up to him all that much, jokes on him though!

Dogs are great at sniffing out good people, it was definitely a great sign when it was on its hind legs trying to lick Tommy’s face

You have a command where if you need more support, the dog will go track down Thomas to come help you, something he’s glad of considering he unfortunately can’t always be glued to your side

Honestly sometimes forgets dogs can bark for no reason, always gives him a heart attack thinking you’re in need of help or in trouble but it ends up being a squirrel or something

Makes him feel all warm inside when the two of you are wrapped in each other’s arms at night, the fur baby at the end of your shared bed, curled in a ball

Hoyt once made a joke about eating it for dinner

He got bitten

You’ve never seen Thomas so confident in his laughter

Vincent Sinclair

It’s a friend for Jonsey!

Honestly I don’t see Vincent as a huge dog lover, he doesn’t hate them, but they can be too rambunctious for his more calm atmosphere

But… it’s for your support, to keep you grounded and safe

So he can make an exception

Doesn’t want the dog in his studio though, the possibly of dog hair getting mixed with his artwork would tickle his brain the wrong way

Don’t worry though, any help you need, he is more than happy to supply

In fact, this man would probably wear a collar if you asked

Kidding

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Anyways, thinks the two of you are adorable, regardless of the shiver of disgust when he sees it slobber

Maybe he’s just jealous

I mean he can understand why you needed one before him but now? You have Vincent, your Vinny, your honey, why do you need to rely on anyone but him?

Like babe… you never leave the house? How are you supposed to be there every minute

It’s okay, on a serious note he just wants you to be happy and healthy

So if a dog can keep you that way, he’s all in

Just, don’t give the dog in question too many kisses in front of him

He gets pouty, even as a grown man

Requests are open, inbox or ask!

I hope this worked well for anyone who does have a service dog!

Thank you for reading!

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Why do a lot of you slasher x reader writers constantly default the "reader insert" as petite? I know a lot of the slashers are quite tall and big but smh not everyone in this community is under 5'5 and skinny

"the taller man looked down at you and picked you up SO easily and threw you up in the air and his jacket was SOOO big on you" NO tf it WASNT and NO tf he did NOT ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ tall/muscular/fat fic readers cant have shit in detroit

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Rob Zombie’s Halloween (2007) (Bloopers)

   Not sure if these were already gifs here or not, but hey, they are now.    I’ve never uploaded/made fan-gifs for this site before either, so if I did something wrong, please let me know, oops.

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Jason Voorhees is the least dangerous killer. He’s a mamas boy who spends 99% of his time in his camp, if you just stay out of it and don’t go near it then you’re fine.

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quinta brunson winning an emmy, shane and ryan premiering ghost files and ned being kicked out of try guys all in a span of two weeks... what a time to be alive for people who were really into buzzfeed in like 2016

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A gentle touch

Synopsis: It was rare for Jason to sleep. However, on the rare occasions he did, he would always wake up with a wet stain against his front and a hardness that wouldn’t go away until hours later. So far, he has been successful in hiding it from you, but one fateful night pushes your relationship forward into something more intimate.

Warnings: Virgin!Jason, Handjob, Wet Dreams, Basically Sub!Jason 18+ please!

A clap of lightning is what woke you from your somewhat deep slumber, you sat up with a start, hands curling into fists as you rub harshly against your eyelids to rub away the bleariness coating your vision. Once you could finally look around the dimly lit room, you realised, to your annoyance, that it was still dark out. “Jesus” You sigh, the palm of your hand rubbing harshly down your face as you place your head back against the pillow and close your eyes, trying to will yourself fall back to sleep. However, another large clap of lightning had you hopping off of the wooden framed bed that your former captor now kind of friend- had kindly given to you.

A blanket was held tightly around you as you shuffled towards the small room Jason had marked as his. You raised a fist to the door and rapped gently against it, you only backed away from the door when you heard footsteps shuffling from behind and the door swinging open. The looming figure of Jason stood in the doorway taking up most of the space so you couldn’t see behind him, his mask tilted down towards you, almost in a ‘Can I help you’ kind of way

“I- Sorry, this was a mistake, I’ll just go” You turned to walk away, but a hand clutching onto your wrist had to freezing on the spot “Please don’t laugh- or make fun of me” You knew that would never happened, from the basic research you had done on Camp Crystal Lake and the infamous killer, you knew of Jason's horrid childhood and the bullies that darkened a period which should’ve been full of happiness “I’m kinda afraid of thunderstorms? I was wondering if you could…” You paused for a moment, letting out a shaky exhale before saying; “Will you please sleep with me tonight- or until the storm stops?” You watch as his mask tilts sideways before he nodded “Thanks” You let out a sigh of relief, you turned back in the direction of your ‘room’ hearing the thumping footsteps of Jason right behind you

It was only when you got to your bed did you realise how much of a tight squeeze it would be, its sole purpose being to hold just one person, not two. “I’ll just-” You awkwardly pointed to the side of the bed that was right beside the wall, you clambered over the dirty mattress and settled down against the pillow, you quickly turned over for a few seconds noting how Jason stood there as stiff as a board “And you just-” You grabbed his hand, pulling him forwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed, only to tug once more indicating for him to climb in, he obliged, the bed groaning as an extra weight was added to the already unsteady bed, you turned around, body facing the wall.

It had been less than thirty seconds when you realised Jason hadn’t moved at all “Could you…” You trailed off, reaching behind you to grab onto his wrist this time and moving it so it draped over your waist, he seemed to get the memo, his larger form sliding up behind you, his breath blowing over the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to raise in its wake. You let out a hum of contentment, eyes sliding shut as you pushed back against the wall of muscle, your hands gripping onto his arm as you slowly fell back into a peaceful slumber. Jason looked down at your sleeping form, a warm feeling spreading through his chest as he- for the first time- slowly relaxes and falls asleep

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“Jason...Jason” A soft voice purred into his ear, his eyes slid open, surveying the room which he deduced to be yours “Jason, baby…” His gaze landed on your figure, just to the left of him, he tried to sit up only to have an invisible force push him back against the mattress “Shh, stay still” Your hand that was once pushed against his chest moved downwards until it hovered over the front of his pants, your fingers moved quickly, undoing his belt and sliding it from the loops of his pants until it lay uselessly on the mattress. His brows furrowed, eyes watching as you unzipped his pants, fingers pushing inside only to curl around his shaft and pull so it hung out in the open, the cold breeze permeating through the musty air causing it to twitch

“Look at you” You gasped, your fingers curling around the girthy length and tugging, forcing a groan to escape Jason's mouth “So pretty” Your index finger tapped gently against the bulbous tip, precum stringing to your finger and you watched in perverse pleasure as his shaft twitched incessantly at the ghost of a touch “You gonna cum already? I’ve barely even touched you”

Jason's whole body braced itself for the sudden hot tingling pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut. And…

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“-Son, Jason!” You shook him firmly, jolting the man out of his sleep, he let out a sleepy grunt, his gaze landing on your worried expression “Are you alright? You were wiggling and making noises in your sleep. Was it a nightmare?” The whole time you spoke you got closer to Jason, your hand resting dangerously close to his erection only to have Jason shift away from you.

Jason tried to climb out of the bed, the wooden panel holding it up creaking in retaliation “Jason, what’s wrong?” Your hand stretched forward grabbing onto his wrist, just like you did an hour prior. However, Jason tugged his wrist from your grip and turned to walk away “Stop! What’s wrong?” You too hopped out of bed, ducking under him and standing in the doorway

True, now that you ponder about it, he probably would’ve been able to lift you up and move you to the side. But you weren’t thinking about that at the time, you were just worried for him.

“Was it about your mother?” You ask softly, placing a comforting hand on his bicep and squeezing it gently “It’s alright” Your hand starts rubbing up and down his bicep, goosebumps rising against his skin at your movement

Jason lets out a noise akin to a whimper, his gaze travelling down to stare at the prominent erection that pressed harshly against the texture of his pants. You look down to where his gaze was set and let out a soft; “Oh…” He looks away quickly, and, if he wasn’t wearing his mask, you would’ve noticed the slight change in colour on the apples of his cheeks “Oh I see” You say a moment later, you pause for a minute, debating what you were about to say only to decide to just come out with it

“Was that why you were moving and making noises” Jason nods

“Does this happen often?” He nods again

“Do you need help with it?” Jason's body freezes, his eyes landing on your figure standing there just a foot from him, and slowly, Jason nods only to tilt his head slightly when he watches your figure retreat back to the comfort of the bed, back resting against the headrest and your legs parting open “Come” You order softly, hand patting the dirty sheets in between your legs. Jason obliges, slowly shuffling forwards until his knees were against the edge of the mattress “You can take your shoes off” Jason unties his shoes, kicking them to the side and standing back straight awkwardly “Sit between my legs” With a slight hesitation, he climbs back onto the bed his body stiff like a pencil

Your arms stretch forward until they are clasped against his waist “Come back a little more, darling” Jason shudders at the pet name but still obliges, his pants shuffling against the bedsheet until eventually his back was pressed comfortably against your front “Much better, right?” Jason nods loosely, his eyes fluttering shut at your featherlight touch against his stomach “Gotta relax for me baby” His shoulders sag and his head hangs forward ever-so slightly. Your hands quickly move to where his belt is “I’m going to remove your belt now” Your hands work on the clasp of the belt and within seconds it clattered to the ground

“And now for your pants” Your fingers fiddle with the button and the zipper “Push your hips up for a second baby” He does what is told and you shuck the pants down as far as you can, the waistline just underneath the dirty pair of underwear “Are you absolutely sure you want me to help you?” You ask, hand hovering over the waistline of the underwear, your tone suddenly serious “If you say no, we can stop this right now”

But Jason didn’t want this to stop, he wanted you to continue.

And so, with a sharp nod of his head, your hand delved into his underwear, gently pulling out his shaft, the tip of it poking out from its confines. Jason shifted his hips and you once again pulled his underwear down so that it bunched up with his pants.

You noted, as you eyed his cock hungrily, that although he wasn’t as large as the few men you’d slept with, that what he lacked in size he definitely made up for in girth, the tips of your fingers only just touching each other as your hand circled his length.

A whimper escaped from Jason's pursed lips, his hips bucked up into your still hand, desperate for any bit of friction. “Patience” You purred into his ear, your fingers retracting momentarily, only for you to spit on the palm and then move it back to its place. You could only see the slit of his cock, but that changed when your fingers gently pulled the foreskin back, his reddening tip coming into view and his cock twitching when the cold night air blew against his burning skin.

His hands turned into fists as it closed around the bedsheet, his head lolling to the side, the pure pleasure humming through his veins almost too much for the man. A rasped gasp escaped his lips when your finger pressed against a certain spot against his tip, his hips jutting forward further into the palm of your hand. Oh how he wished he could speak, to voice how good he was feeling, but, the only sounds that escaped his lips were breathy moans that didn’t seem to match his large and daunting figure “You sound so pretty, darling” You commented, free hand stroking one of his white-knuckled hands “Sound so pretty for me” It was said quietly under your breath, but Jason heard and it only drove him closer to the edge.

Never had he been in such a position that it was almost bordering on sending him into a panic attack. But the hand that gently unlatched his hand from the sheet and connected them had Jason calming down ever so slightly. A particular pump of his length and brush against his frenulum had him snapping out of his daydream, pressing against your hand and suddenly it felt like the temperature of the room increased tenfold, a whine gurgled from the depths of this throat, and the grip he had on your hand tightened almost bordering on painful. You knew he wasn’t going to last for very long, so, you increased your pace, feeling your insides tingle as Jason continued to shudder upwards into your cum and spit covered hand.

His head fell back and rested comfortably against your collarbone, wisps of hair tickled your cheek as his head kept turning left and right, his whole body going rigid and something akin to a high pitched scream and whine escaped his lips. Only moments later did his cock throb incessantly and empty his seed onto your fingers, coating them in a white sticky substance “Its okay darling, you’re okay” You whisper, slowing your pace until you eventually stopped, removing your hand from his manhood you wiped your hand on the already dirty bed sheet. Jason sniffled lightly, a few tears slipping down and collecting at the bottom of his mask “Jason?” He turned to look at you, and you acknowledged his red rimmed eyes with a soft look “Come here” You opened your arms and let him fall into them, the feeling of your warm embrace had him snuggling closer to you. Gingerly, you raise a hand and stroke his head gently, encouraging him into a sleep which he gratefully accepted

For the remainder of the night you lay awake, looking down at the larger man in your arms and smiling softly.

Perhaps something good could come from this..

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Michael & Jason jealous scenario

Request: could you like do a jealously one for Michael and Jason? Like senecio wise?

Warnings: Angst, death (duh), mentions of alcohol

A/N Okay so I did this for when they aren't in a relationship, so, if you want to see one where they are in a relationship just lmk :)

MICHAEL:

As soon as you stepped out from your place of work, Michael hid behind the tree, a hand clutching at the chest of his coveralls. The feeling of his heart racing whenever he watched you from a distance was similar to when he was doing what he loved most; killing.

He could vividly remember when he first saw you, all those years ago, walking just a few feet behind Lynda, Annie and Laurie, your head metaphorically in the clouds as you clutched your chemistry book tightly in your arms.

His sharp gaze followed your figure as it climbed into the driver's seat of a VW Bug, and he watched as you pulled away from the curb and down the street, turning a corner and disappearing. Michael stepped out from the shadow of the tree, his hands stiff by his side as he took measured steps forward, walking in the direction that you had just driven off in.

His pace slowed significantly as he got closer to your home, his head tilting sideways when he realised you were still standing on the footpath...talking to someone. He moved quickly but slowly towards the tree nearest to you and hid behind it, trying to hear what was being said

“-I was wondering if you were free this friday? The new Friday the 13th movie is going to be out in cinemas” The mysterious person said, his voice barely intelligible due to the distance

You shifted on one foot to the other, seemingly thinking about the offer “Yeah, sure! I’d been hoping to be able to watch the movie in theaters anyway”

A rage unlike any other seemed to boil up inside Michael, his brows furrowing, his jaw set firmly as his mind continued to replay the sentence like a broken record

You...You said yes? But, you’re his.

“Great! It’s a date!” Michaels head snapped up at those words, nostrils flaring as he strode out from his hiding place, his knuckles whitening as his nails dug into the skin of his palms

You didn’t fully acknowledge what was happening. One minute you were having a chat with your neighbour, agreeing to the plans to go watch a movie this friday, and the next your gaze was falling on the corpse of said neighbour, their neck having been snapped by the person who was looming over you.

A gasp of shock escaped your pursed lips as you finally realised who was standing in front of you. His hand flew out in front of him, the sweaty palm of his hand clapped over your mouth almost in warning. Then, without warning, his fist collided with your temple effectively knocking you out, his chest rising and falling erratically as he picked you up and carried you away.

Yes..You were finally his.

JASON:

Jason’s head peaked out from behind the tree, his widening and his cheeks warming up at the sight of you dancing around the campfire, a bottle of what appeared to be alcohol in your tight grip.

The day had started out normal enough; Wake up, bathroom, go out and set up a few traps while munching on some freshly picked berries. However, the only change was that of a rowdy group of college students trespassing on his property. He felt rage simmer as he eyed them jumping out of the truck, wearing unsightly clothes. But his desire to go kill them right then and there stopped when you hopped out from the front passenger seat of the truck and Jason could’ve sworn that he heard the heavens sing.

In his however many years of life (he lost track about two years after his mothers death), he had never seen a more beautiful person.

Jason’s grip on the bark tightened when he noticed someone saddle up beside you, their hand dropping down lower and lower until- Jason averted his gaze, his eyes squeezing shut for a few seconds to compose himself

How dare he touch you like that?

“Aw shit! We’ve run out of firewood” Someone grunted, the embers of fire starting to dissipate “Y/n? Byron? Would ya stop humping each other and go get some wood...Please?”

Y/n? So that was your name...He thought to himself, watching as you and Byron walked away, and soon disappeared into the darkness

Jason readied his machete, deciding the smarted option was to go for your friends hanging around the campfire first and then you two next.

“So...Y/n” Byron started, drawing your name out “When everyone else has gone to bed do you wanna…?”

“Sorry Byron, not interested” You responded, plucking up a piece of wood and adding it to the stack which was growing in Byron's arms “I mean, you’re cute and all. But you’re just not my type” You explained, letting out a puff of air as you started up a hill “Byron?” You furrowed your brows when you didn’t hear a response, you turned to see whether he had gone in the wrong direction only to let out a blood-curdling scream “Oh my god!” You cried, looking at the lifeless body of Byron with a machete nestled in the back of his skull

You let out a muffled scream when a dirty and bloody hand pressed itself against your mouth, your eyes squeezing shut and waiting for the kill which would never come

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