#[ if anybody wants a starter lmk ]

[elifalvey]

location — the jagged yard.

time — anytime in the evening.

status — open! ( @providencepeakstarters​ )

     The overwhelming scent of cigarette smoke clouded Elijah as he stood just outside the Jagged Yard, either from the one coming to an end on the edge of his lips or the countless other butts that crowded the area from other impatient smokers. After having spent an hour or two in the bar already, he needed a bit of a break and fresh air, since there was only so long he could listen to drunken idiots controlling the Jukebox inside play the same song over and over and giggle to themselves before he slowly lost what was left of his mind. Even as a music lover himself — well, he couldn’t say he loved How Will I Know that much. Although as the took one last drag, Elijah knew it was time to head back inside, so he tossed the flickering butt down the cigarette disposal beside him and reentered the building. The blaring notes from Whitney Houston continued, and he should have known better than to expect anything different, but he sighed regardless. “I’m willing to give you twenty bucks if you just get up and queue a different song,” he exclaimed, looking off in the direction of those who already stood around the Jukebox, who had been there for far too long. “I think if I listen to one more chorus before I’m heavily intoxicated, my eardrums are goners.”

[swtsours]

once  again  lmk  if  anybody  wants  a  starter  based  on  any  of  these  hehe

[widediyar]

i’ll dive into drafts but if anybody wants a short starter lmk <33

[theexpansefcrged]

if anybody has a specific thread / starter/ answered meme / meme the want a reply to reply here and lmk which one and i'll bump it to the top of my list!

[told-you-teddy]

📲 teddy | open 🏈🏐🏒⚽️🍺🥃

Teddy: please tell me you aren't actually going to the pep rally today!

Teddy: homecoming week is such a joke! 🙄

[huntpyre-a]

             there’s  something  off  about  the  way  she  smells,  but  it’s  unfamiliar  to  him.  she  doesn’t  smell  like  anything  he’s  met  before,  granted,  such  a  small  amount  of  time  as  a  vampire  hasn’t  given  him  the  biggest  chance  to  broaden  his  supernatural  encounters.  no  matter  what,  he  supposes  it’s  none  of  his  business.  still,  he  feels  like  he  should  strike  up  a  conversation  anyway.  curiosity  tends  to  get  the  best  of  him.  so  a  quick  sip  from  his  drink,  just  to  get  him  going,  ❛  so  you  like,  own  this  place?  ❜  a  beat,  ❛  sorry  --  i  just  overheard  and  that  seems  cool.  ❜

@resurrectedher  🦇

[orbiit]

Phoenix didn’t even bother to freeze when they heard movement. They just kept drinking - around a grunt of annoyance - until they were full. By the time the intruder was close enough to meet their eyeline, they were done. They were met with a half-hearted glare as Phoenix wiped a trickle of blood from the side of their mouth with the back of their hand. “Can I help you?” 

[wildinvite]

should i be doing a starter call of any kind rn? no. but am i considering it? yes.

[adipng-blog]

Adi was on her way home after a long shift, her eyes on the verge of bleeding after printing out someone’s poorly designed business cards. She was speeding along the sidewalk, just a bit too fast for the amount of sand on the concrete. By the time she saw the person in her way, it was too late. She skidded to a stop, her board sliding out and rolling until it landed somewhere at their feet. “Shit- my bad. Are you okay? Did I hit your ankles?” 

[spencersmagic]

a knife twists at the thought - SR

Prompt: a knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark - Arctic Monkeys

Summary: Spencer is new to this, and the poor boy is terrified

Couple: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid (i picture season 2/3 Spencer but y’all do you)

Category: angst

Word count: 3086 words

Warnings: general criminal minds stuff, mentions and descriptions of torture, descriptions of loss, HAPPY ENDING!!, my 3am writing, tooth rotting love, uhmm spoilers for Orwell’s 1984 (if anybody hasn’t read it), humiliation, Spencer crying and breaking my heart (lmk if you need anything warned or trigger tagged).

A/N This is very loosely based on 2x15 (VERY LOOSELY). I’m quite proud of this one :)

masterlist // 505 series taglist

*****

They say you never see it coming.

When a tragedy occurs, and someone’s life is turned upside down forever, they never see it coming. It just... hits them. Like an oncoming car ramming into a bystander who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

No one has time to prepare. In our time-starved lives, there is no place for such a warning.

One day, you just wake up. And they’re not next to you. They’ve disappeared, leaving the stickiest, most unforgettable parts of themselves behind for others to grieve to: the smell of their shampoo in the pillows they used to share, the seconds just as you wake when you still feel like you have them - only to gain full consciousness and realise they left you behind - even the fucking jars, which never seem to be open because he’s just not there to do it.

And you feel your heart breaking all over again as your soul sticks to the parts that couldn’t be erased with the rest of him as he left. Because you needed him, you had him, and now he’s gone. No warning, no letter, no signs which could’ve helped you foresee such a tragedy, because how could he? He didn’t disappear on purpose.

She doesn’t understand why he's so absent. So unequivocally missing. And the person she would turn to to ask these riddled questions isn’t there to answer. Because he’s gone.

But they’re not there yet.

And she feels so close to that feeling - the helplessness, the pain, the empty cups next to her bed because he always carried them to the sink when she was finished with her tea the mornings of those rare days they got to sleep in. Those days when they had time. She can practically touch, with the tip of her fingertips, the waves of pain that would surge over her if he was gone for one more fucking minute.

She has to remind herself, over and over again, like a mantra. He’s not gone yet.

The “yet” at the end of her mantra just breaks her all over again.

She was always the one to tell Spencer “if you worry before something happens, in case it goes wrong, and then it does, you’ve managed to suffer twice through something painful for absolutely no reason”. It usually worked. Needless to say, she felt like a hypocrite right about now.

Because Spencer is gone. And she doesn’t know how to bring him back.

She knows only to watch the monitor, never once blinking, taking in everything that happened in that damned livestream - every word, every sound, every reference. She can only try to hear anything over the whimpers and sobs her love was letting out as he’s tortured by that man. She can only hear the cracks of his knuckles against Spencers soft skin, the same soft skin she had kissed mere hours ago before telling him to “be careful”. Her own way of saying the three little words the couple was too young to hear. She can only see his lips parting, sobs rumbling out of his body as the unsub abuses his frame over and over again - same lips which had kissed her forehead before telling her “i always am”.

Then again, she isn’t sure if its his voice which is filling her head with painful sounds or if her mind is playing tricks on her, memorising the horrifying vibrations coming from his chest for her to ever consider anything else. She hasn’t stopped hearing him since she turned on that damned computer.

She isn’t sure she’ll ever stop hearing it.

**

As a man of great intellect, Spencer always recurred to knowledge to understand difficult occurrences in his life. Burying himself in textbooks, novels, poems, and even music to understand pain, and himself having a life filled with it, he was an incredibly knowledgeable man.

He knew much. But right now, he only knew one thing.

In Orwells’ 1984, as Winston was being tortured (much like Spencer is right now), Orwell described the following:

“Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase of pain. Of pain you could only wish one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes, no heroes”.

And, as a man who had acquired most of his intellect by immersing himself in trivial content in the face of pain, he found himself doing the same thing as the unsub hurt him over and over again, each blow seemingly more painful than the last. As his skin bruised, a causality of his abusers torment, he analysed the seemingly logical quote.

It must depend on the person, he was sure. In fact, a number of factors must be taken into consideration at this statement. For starters, Winston lives in a society incapable of any human feelings. There is only dominance, and those who attempt, in vain, to challenge it. Surely, if he had felt happiness, like the one you feel when the first day of spring rolls around, or like the one that creeps up on you as you look into the eyes of your loved one, surely, he would understand that some things can outweigh pain.

Love.

If Spencer’s mind could make sense of what he was feeling right now, he would understand, something he would figure of were he to leave this damned place, that he was thankful to the Gods, were there any, for having the unsub kidnap him and not Y/N.

Winston hadn’t understood emotional pain because emotions weren’t dealt with regularly. They were discouraged. That’s why he believed that there are no heroes in the face of pain. Because he doesn’t understand emotional pain.

He knew he was suffering. He also knew that Y/N was at the other side of the blinking camera suffering more than he could ever imagine.

**

They say emotional pain lasts 12 minutes. Anything one feels after this would be the aftermath of the cause of the pain in question. Pure emotional pain, the one you practically feel in your chest, the one that says “i can’t think, feel or be. not until this feeling dissipates”.

She had learned this from Spencer.

And she wished it were true. As she watched that damned monitor, she wished that all the venom the unsub was spewing at Spencer, all the verbal abuse, was long forgotten. She wished he could only feel the physical pain. Because the mind is incredibly stronger than the body - it could keep him awake, alive, for just enough time for the team to rescue him.

The entire team had huddled around the monitor around her. She was painfully aware that other people were seeing this. Which meant it wasn’t her imagination. It wasn’t another one of those damned dreams she would have when she slept a little too far away from Spencer’s touch.

They had only been together for two months, but his touch was all that could get her to fall asleep.

She jolted as the unsub landed another slap on Spencer’s cheek, swiftly grabbing his hair for him to look into the camera. He had a cut above his right cheek, just where she would kiss him in the mornings, and bruises all over his neck, jaw and left eye.

“Say hi to your team!” he mocked Spencer, chuckling darkly as he moved his almost lifeless body around for the team to watch in horror. Spencer let out a heartbreaking sob, feeling so vulnerable.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” he jumped, as if he had gotten an idea. The unsub reached behind himself to grab a pistol, clicking off the magazine safety to put one bullet in one of the eight slots, leaving the other seven free. He pointed it at Spencer’s temple.

Her entire body shook the thought of seeing Spencer’s lifeless body, held up only by the ropes and that sick man’s grip around his curls. The same curls she grabbed as she kissed his face when she wanted his attention.

“I’m going to ask you some questions...” he said, voice dripping with sickening sweetness as he turned the roulette, “and if i don’t like your answer i’ll pull the trigger! Let God decide what I do with you. Sounds good?”. He wanted to humiliate Spencer.

However, Spencer made the mistake of not answering him. He was quickly reminded as the barrel of the gun pointed right between his eyes, pulling the trigger, a loud bang! sound expanding through the barn.

“I asked you a question!” he suddenly yelled into Spencer’s face.

“Y-yes, Sir” he whimpered, shaking at the ease at which the man pulled the trigger.

“Good, you’re learning”.

**

She experienced it by bits. Hotch’s hoarse voice. “Talk to me Garcia”. “We’ve got coordinates”. Everybody rushing to the SUVs. Tripping over her own feet on the way to the car. Morgan’s voice. The iPad, which still carried Spencer’s whimpers and the man mocking tone.

“I’ve got your diary, Spence” his sing-song voice didn’t match the disgusting man she was looking at. Nothing made sense.

“And I wanna know why...” he drew out the ‘y’ as he looked for something between the worn pages between his hands.

Of course she knew Spencer owned a diary. But she was mature enough to keep her hands to herself and her eyes on her own pages as he wrote on his, eyebrows creasing as he recalled all which he had experienced during the day. His face would twitch slightly at the memories, both good and bad, as he basically described his day word by word.

“...why did you wait until you were 24 to lose your virginity?” he asked in a clear attempt to humiliate and ridicule Spencer in front of his team.

“I-I didn't-” he could barely finish a word before a sob wrecking through his body at the humiliation, chest rumbling and voice wavering. “I didn’t want to lose it before, i w-wasn’t in a hurry” he rushed out. The man brought the pistol to his own chin, tapping it as he thought. “Hmm... I’m satisfied with your answer. Let’s dig deeper, shall we?” he asked as he went back into the pages.

“ooh! This one is new” that sick bastard was having fun with this, completely unaware that the team was less than 5 minutes away from their location.

“Care to read what you wrote three days ago? Right here” he turned the pages so Spencer could read them, though he was painfully aware of that entry he was talking about. His body shook violently. “P-please. D-don’t ma-make me do t-this” he whimpered, body feeling defeated.

“Wrong answer” the unsub said before pointing a gun at him and pulling the trigger.

A shriek was heard from the iPad. The SUV went silent.

“He’s alive” she whispered, unable to speak up. “He-” she swallowed. “He’s alive. We’re not there, yet” her mantra became a reminder that she hadn’t been quick enough to help him. She had the tools to save him. Every second she had the knowledge to save him and didn’t was another second she remained impotent at the risk of losing the love of her life.

Spencer’s voice spoke from the iPad.

“C-can you at-at leas-st turn off t-the ca-amera?” he said between sobs.

And it hit her.

What hurt him the most wasn’t the memories he had to relieve, but the fact that the rest of the team would have to hear his most intimate thoughts. His deepest secrets.

He could bare the pain. The humiliation? That broke him.

“Aww” the unsub chuckled mockingly, “are you embarrassed?” he said, slouching down to look into his eyes. “Well too fucking bad!” he screamed into his face, spitting with every word he spewed at him. Spencer’s sobs got louder.

“O-okay okay!” Spencer caved, accepting the journal that got shoved into his face.

“Read, pretty boy” the unsub sang. That son of a bitch was having fun.

“We’re two minutes away, Y/N” Hotch said. Maybe it was he sobs, which were barely audible to herself, having accepted them as second nature after all the heartbreak she was experiencing, but Hotch needed her to be okay.

His own heart thumped into his chest, feeling as helpless as he’d ever felt. Seeing a member of his team - someone he was supposed to take care of, someone he was supposed to keep safe - was sobbing as he was physically and emotionally tortured. But he was painfully aware of the feelings Y/N was experiencing. The sheer fear that was running down her veins at the idea of them running out of time.

After a few sobs, Spencer started reading, interrupting himself occasionally with his whimpers:

“It’s been three months. Today, three months, seven hours and forty-six minutes ago, she did what I didn’t have the courage to do. She asked me out. “I’ve been wanting to ask you pretty much since the day i met you” she had said. Those words keep ringing in my head like a beautifully written symphony, intrinsically designed to make me face my deepest fears. Opening my scars one by one, dissecting them and reaching the simple conclusion that i was a coward.

She didn’t say it, but what she meant was “i’ve been waiting for you to do it, but you never did, so i had to”. We wasted time - a time so precious and sacred - because i was a coward.

I’ve never felt like this before. I never understood a love so deep as to move something so stubborn as the human spirit. I’ve read textbook after textbook, and novel after novel, and still I’ve never learned more than with her. But I was a coward. And i wasted her time. I fear that I still am.

A knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark. It’s impossible for me to ever be enough for her”.

Her heart broke at this confession. Even worse at the thought that he wouldn’t’ve told her, instead inhaling fear and exhaling rejection at every breath he took next to her.

“We’re here” she heard Hotch, looking at her. She grabbed a bottle of water and dropped the iPad, not hearing the teams objections at the lack of vest and preparation and ran into the barn.

She isn’t sure if she’ll ever stop hearing his whimpers. As she runs closer, she hears them louder and louder, decorated with sobs and cries, and small, meaningless replies to his abusers’ mocking words.

She kicked the door down, the loud bang booming across the room, only helping in raising Spencer’s sobs as he feared the sound had been the result of a certain trigger being pulled. As she looks at him, she realises just how much pain he’s been put through.

She remembers Orwells words, much like how Spencer had remembered them mere hours ago. And disagrees, wishing over and over, praying to the Gods that she would be the victim of such atrocious abuse. She wished she could take his pain. Morgan joined her at her side mere seconds later, yelling. “FBI! Put the gun down!”.

Spencer used the last bit of energy to lunge forward, hitting the unsubs stomach with his head, successfully getting him on the floor for Morgan to apprehend. Y/N rushed to Spencer’s side, untying him, as his now nonexistent sobs grew louder and louder, not only at the prospect of getting out of that horrible place alive, but also at the knowledge that Y/N had heard what he had so dreadfully recited.

Spencer collapsed into her arms, crying into her in the same way she was crying into him, and she wondered just how to take away all his pain. So they cried into each other, desperately grasping each others hair, skin, clothes, anything that would make them feel like they wouldn’t have to spend another damned second without the company of each other.

Spencer was the first to break the silence.

“I need-” he stopped, coughing. She reached for the bottle of water she had brought with her because she knew he would need it. She always knew what he needed.

He chugged it desperately, stray drops falling down his chin at his eagerness. He took a deep breath trying to steady his lungs.

“I need to get out of here” he choked out.

She grabbed him under the shoulders, careful not to hurt him - not being successful, realising that there wasn’t much of him the man hadn’t hurt. Y/N pulled him out, sitting down on the grass with him. Their legs intertwined, pulling each other impossibly closer. They kissed, over and over again. Not as an act of any sexual relevance, but as a reminder that they had each other in any way, shape or form. That they weren’t out of time.

The team was certain they would stay there, never letting each other go for another minute.

After what felt like seconds in their time-starved little world, she broke the silence, which had only been filled with their own cries and occasional sobs.

“Spence” she grabbed his chin to look into his eyes. They were dull, red and hooded. He was exhausted. “Mhmm?” he let out, looking into hers. She was his solace.

“How could you ever think you were anything but completely and unequivocally enough?” she whispered the words he dreaded.

But as Spencer looked into her eyes he knew, better than he had ever known anything, that he was enough. And she was enough. He realised that which she had known for the past three months (possibly longer). They fit like two marvellous puzzle pieces.

Her hands grabbed his cheeks slowly, as to not hurt or startle him, pulling his forehead into hers. “Baby, I can’t imagine anybody else waking up to me every morning. You’re so much more than enough”, she planted a small kiss on his forehead before resuming her position. “I’ll remind you every day of the rest of my life if that’s what it takes for you to believe it”.

And with their eyes closed, foreheads and noses pressed together and legs tangled between each other, pulling each other close, closer - around grass and voices and his abuser pressed into the hood of a police car, they only felt each other. With their shaky breaths, even shakier voices, fearing any words that would leave them in case they triggered a cascade of tears down their oh so vulnerable cheeks, they were more than enough.

***

I hope y’all liked it!! Feel free to let me know by liking, reblogging, or sending me a message :) 

super cool kid taglist: @lady-anon-x​ @spencerreid-mgg​​ @eoupe​ @inlovewithbabygirl​ @galaxydefenderjulia​ @username2002​

[redroomfcrged]

If anyone wants a plot with Loki that’s an au of when he came to Earth - maybe one where he manages to succeed in breaking apart the avengers before they become a team - possibly where he succeeds in taking over earth as a foothold in Thanos’ pursuit of the stones etc - and or a plot of that where he has your character under control of the mind stone etc I’m always game for that kinda thing. Alternatively Nat is open for an au of that with a Loki or any avengers types for her to go against or Loki loyalists to ally with - same with Barton on his blog etc. basically any iteration of this with anybody just lmk who. Consider this a plot and starter call / please tell me which character of mine you would like and which of yours if a multi / sub blog etc. my blog list is in pinned post here.

[leobraganca]

hello peeps ... i finished my last final SO lmk if u want a starter ;) from anybody

[fangpyrs-a]

@shlambs​   🦇

       francis  has  always  had  an  issue  with  listening  in  on  other  people’s  conversations.  he’s  nosy  like  that,  but  heightened  hearing  has  made  it  even  worse  with  how  easy  it  is  to  nudge  himself  into  other’s  conversations.  or  in  this  case,  just  make  a  note  of  what  he  thinks  is  interesting.  ❛  fbi,  huh?  ❜  doesn’t  even  try  to  pretend  like  he  wasn’t  listening,  what  an  asshole.  ❛  sounds  fancy.  you  must  meet  a  lot  of  weirdos,  right?  ❜

[atanali]

I saw [ALI ATAN] at a coffee shop in [BROOKLYN] today. I forgot how much [HE] looks like [CAN YAMAN]. They are a [THIRTY-FIVE] year old [FURNITURE CRAFTER] who’s been in NYC for [TWENTY YEARS] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [PASSIONATE AND CHARMING] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [STUBBORN AND JUDGMENTAL]. [UNCLE JOHN’S BAND BY GRATEFUL DEAD] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio

yo yo you yo. i'm melly, located in pst. here be my lil doodoo head. lmk if you'd like to plot out something specific or else we can honestly just assume connection and see what happens (general wanted connections listed at the bottom of the spiel) catch me replying to all ur starters (; ok bye luv u

ali is a first generation american. his parents, finding more investment and financial opportunities in california, moved there from istanbul when they were young

she was an art collector and he was a banker, which made ali into a balanced, if not a little confused kid. it was always a tug and war over what he would do with his life - art or business

he’s headstrong and independent, from a very early age found he liked working with his hands. he was always engineering something, making things literally out of nothing.

at fifteen he convinced his parents to let him venture off to the east coast to work under a family friend at his woodshop where ali really began to hone his craft

the rest is essentially history. eventually ali sold enough custom, handmade wood pieces that he was able to open his own shop to house all his lovingly made tables, chairs, cabinets.

turns out both his parents were right - though he’s an artist, ali still has a mind for investments and has stakes in a few businesses throughout the city

he’s oldschool, extremely minimalist and doesn’t need much (just his dog and a good slab of wood).

kind + beefy + stupid = himbo = ali.

(he’s not actually stupid, but!)

good intentioned, but decidedly a bit judgmental. extremely independent, doesn’t think he really needs anybody. certainly doesn’t need any approval.

ultimately a good, solid man.

wc: buddies! investors in his business? ppl who have business that he can be an investor in? old loves, old friends, etc.

[stayndays]

my kpop idol loomians from the roblox game “loomian legacy” aka “knock off pokemon”

here’s some facts about LL and Pokemon:

all the way back in 2015, there was this roblox game called “pokemon: brick bronze” which was exactly like pokemon, but in roblox form! sadly, the game shut down due to copyright before i could complete the game.

now in 2020, i found out that the same creators of brick bronze made a new game! it’s almost exactly like pokemon, but instead of pokemon creatures, it’s these creatures called “loomians”

one of the two biggest differences in this game is that loomians have energy bars, where as with pokemon, each ability button (like to attack) has a certain amount of times you can use it.

the other big difference is that only 5 loomians can be on your team at a time, instead of 6. however, there’s a bench where you can place 2 of your loomians on as last resorts (if all 5 faint). those 2 will also earn some XP from each battle! this comes into play later.

disclaimer: i pretty much know nothing about pokemon other than my experiences in roblox, my sister is more educated than me LOL

ok let’s go through the loomians!

first batch: jeongin, felix, and minho!

jeongin was my starter loomian, he’s so big now 🥺 he can also SUCK THE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES—

felix’s name is censored because roblox doesn’t like the name felix apparently (which is odd because they didn’t censor anybody else’s names) but don’t worry! after this screenshot i was able to change his name back. also look at how cute he is 🥺🥺

i know, minho is female, but he’s a badass female i shall say 😤 he’s a fast bitch and can poison enemies

second batch: changbin, jisung, and chan!

changbin is my only light & electric loomian, so he comes in handy when fighting dark type loomians

JISUNG IS FEMALE TOO I KNOW

and chan.. come on he’s so precious 🥺 he’ll throw rocks at you 🥺 he’ll send a river of mud at you 🥺

third batch: seungmin, hyunjin, and dowoon of day6!

i didn’t really wanna get seungmin at first, but then i realized A. he’s a mind loomian and B. shawchis are really hard to come by, so i got him! he can brainwash loomians SKDJDJ

now you may be wondering, “shayna, why is hyunjin so... unattractive?” well, there’s this side quest where i have to go find a cynamoth. turns out, a cynamoth can’t be found in the wild, and have to evolve from a propae. bad thing is: propaes can only increase their defense, and never attack. so i just have to wait until hyunjin levels up and evolves 😭 he tags along on the bench when i train the others

now that i’ve gotten all 8 members of skz, i’ve moved on to twice & day6 members! that’s dowoon the water crab, our MVP in the fire gym battle (it’s not called a gym battle but it’s basically the same thing)

fourth and final batch (for now): chaeyoung, jeongyeon, and sungjin!

chaeyoung’s my only fire type, and the first member of the twice group!

and in the place i found chaeyoung, usually only two kinds of loomians spawn. however, i ran into jeongyeon, and found out through the wiki that she’s extremely rare to come across?? so i was like hOLY SHIT and caught her :D

finally, we got sungjin of day6! a fighting bear dude who i found at a graveyard LOL

as you can see, i am way too sucked into this game, so if you have any questions or want me to talk about one specific member in particular just lmk and i’d love too :D

[maxbronte]

Wishlist Item #01:

Threads where I get to show Max’s creepily encyclopedic knowledge of horror movies (behind the scenes trivia, film theory, incredibly specific details like the exact location and year every obscure 80s slasher was shot and the order of each character’s death, critical essays on the subject of final girlism, etc.) from the last year and a half she’s spent researching this shit religiously to be able to keep up with Jimmy’s plans!!!!

I really really really want to explore the serious mental health condition that is the “Final Girl Complex” Max developed as a feeble grasp for a sense of control and ‘genre savvy’ in a tragically haphazard and nihilistic world

and how her brain is so fucked up from the trauma of living in a real live horror movie that she’s seriously blind to the line between reality and fiction at this point

because when i’m writing about her predicting ‘how would this scene play out in a slasher flick’ it probably seems like I’m playing it for laughs or poetic value but this girl really does associate horror movie survival tactics as Law and it’s just… so pathetic and depressing tbh.